The artist pulls out a weeping willow tree

Jixiang looked at the happy weak man and gave him a hypocritical smile. "While I'm still smiling, you'd better quit while you're ahead!"

The frail man raised his eyebrows and turned his head away from Jixiang's fiery eyes. While examining Mo Xingfeng, he honestly said, "...there is really a big problem with your brain."

Jixiang, who really had something wrong with his brain, drooped his lips. It turned out that there were few normal people that Hong Peilu knew!

A few minutes later, the frail man prepared a cup of potion with an extremely strange color and taste and fed it to Mo Xingfeng. Even though Mo Xingfeng was in a coma, he almost vomited it out.

Mo Zuolang stared with his eyes wide open as if he had been struck by lightning.

"...This is really good medicine," said the weak man with a pained look on his face.

"Are you okay?" Mo Zuolang asked quickly after coming back to his senses.

"After drinking my medicine, you just need to adjust your spiritual sea later on." The frail man began to pack up.

Mo Zuolang and Guan Qingyue, who were finally relieved, returned to school after confirming that Jixiang and Mo Xingfeng were fine. They had a lot of classes today.

Jixiang, who was suffering from a headache, drank a bottle of nutrient solution and went back to sleep. The frail man who tried to treat Jixiang's brain was ruthlessly rejected by Jixiang and went out to hang out with Daya.

Therefore, when Hong Peilu came back at noon, the villa was so quiet that it seemed as if no one was there.

But it was easy to find someone in his villa. After Mo Xingfeng drank the medicine, he fell into a period of self-healing in his spiritual sea. The doctor Wen Pu, the weak man, sent a message saying that Mo Xingfeng would sleep for at least another day. There would be no sequelae. In this way, the death of the middle-aged man would not be so regrettable.

Only after seeing Mo Xingfeng did Hong Peilu go to find Jixiang.

Jixiang was depressed in her spiritual sea at the moment. In order to offset the power of the explosion, her spiritual sea became extremely desolate, the sea level dropped, and the vitality of the land decreased sharply. The loss was much greater than she had expected...

Normally, the use of mental power will inevitably consume it, and the natural consumption of mental power will inevitably cause pain, just like the pain caused by the natural flow of blood in the body, which is imperceptible. Abnormal consumption, cutting of mental power, or excessive consumption will inevitably cause corresponding pain. Jixiang's current situation is excessive consumption, and his mental power was destroyed by the explosion and consumed unnaturally...

Energy stones are the fastest way to replenish spiritual energy stones, but she was a poor man. She only became a little richer after her paintings became famous. Later, she made a lot of money after she became famous in the Chinese painting circle. But that money was basically used to support the orphanage. In a sense, Jixiang has never been truly rich in material terms from beginning to end.

Jixiang has always been very passionate and eager to make money, but at the same time, she is actually very calm and composed when she is poor. However, facing the current predicament, Jixiang's heart began to waver. The power of the spiritual sea is her trump card, but now, she can only wait helplessly for it to recover naturally...

Jixiang felt a deeply familiar sense of powerlessness and frustration...

At this moment, the sound of Hong Peilu entering the room triggered Jixiang's mental power for alert. Jixiang came out of the spiritual sea, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Hong Peilu with a complicated look...

To be honest, although she always hated the red and green combination that always cheated her, she was really not used to such a serious Hong Pei Lu. It was too heavy, and she felt suffocated and suffocated by the heavy pressure.

This would remind her of her difficult childhood. She thought she was a little princess in a fairy tale world who had to go through hardships, but the world was still colorful. Until one day, her thinking became clearer and her understanding improved. Those bright and dazzling colors were like tears flowing on a canvas soaked by heavy rain, wrinkled, messy, and twisted randomly...

"Tsk...did you get enough sleep?" Hong Peilu raised his eyebrows and said with a smile.

"...No." Jixiang replied slowly.

"...How is your spiritual sea?" Hong Peilu asked cautiously after a moment of silence.

"Not so good." Jixiang's face wrinkled into a green bitter gourd, bitter, wrinkled and green. "Today I realized again that my dream should actually be to become a millionaire..."

Hong Peilu, who thought that Jixiang could say something very important, had a complicated expression for a moment, then put on a familiar smiling mask and said with a smile: "I think this dream is very good, very simple and sincere!"

"...Are you saying that I am sincerely poor?" Jixiang looked at the ceiling with lifeless eyes.

"…but I think you are dreaming." Hong Peilu criticized.

"...Thank you! Please maintain necessary courtesy towards your disciple and savior!" Jixiang's eyes became fierce.

"...Please maintain the necessary respect for your dear teacher and the big enemy who wipes your ass!" The spring breeze of red and green smiles blows on my face.

"...Destroy it!" Jixiang sat up suddenly and shouted. The next second, his head hurt and he lay on the bed again like a dead fish.

Hong Peilu looked at him as if he was a fool.

"Huh?" Daya, who was hiding by the door, showed her sneaky little head.

"Isn't this our Yaya?" Hong Peilu walked over, pinched Daya's little yellow mouth and picked her up.

"...I say, aren't you two master and disciple?" Doctor Wen Pu asked doubtfully. Why does the atmosphere seem a little off...

Jixiang showed an expression that was uglier than crying. Take Hongpeilu away quickly. This person is not conducive to her recovery!

"Check the brain of my evil disciple carefully..." Hong Peilu pulled a chair over and sat down, saying while happily stroking Daya.

"Oh..." Doctor Wen Pu smiled maliciously and said, "Little Jixiang..."

auspicious:"……"

The result of the examination was that his mental energy was consumed too much and he needed to replenish his mental energy... Jixiang himself knew it very well.

Hong Peilu nodded and asked the doctor Wen Pu to prepare a warming and nourishing medicine for Jixiang. All the bills would be borne by Hong Peilu, because no matter how Hong Peilu explained it to the outside world, Jixiang was actually a work-related injury, a model of injury on duty.

After drinking the medicine, Jixiang felt a little drowsy. It seemed that even his brain was much more relaxed. As a result, he could not control his mouth.

"...What is your purpose?" Jixiang looked at Hong Peilu calmly.

She believed that there was unrequited kindness in this world, because she had received a lot of it, but it was all short-lived and extremely small, but although it made people feel helpless, it did not make them feel at a loss. But compared to these, she saw more purposeful kindness and unintentional and purposeless evil... Because, if a person wants to do something for a long time and make long-term efforts, he will definitely pray for a reward, and finally one day.

This is not a bad thing, it is just human nature, those who have received a favor should return the favor, which is good for both parties. However, this still cannot stop the malicious speculation and ridiculous moral criticism of the public. But it is not important, Jixiang is just for her own peace of mind, which is one of her life principles.

"Purpose, we have the same purpose." Hong Peilu's eyes shone with a warm and peaceful light, "Even if there are changes in the future, I believe that there must be a destiny that ends in the same place..."

“…I don’t believe in fate.”

"…What a coincidence! I don't believe it either."