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Jiang Ling's heart couldn't leave, Fei Ling and his saber were held by Zhou Yan, his internal strength was completely exhausted, his body was poisoned, and there were still a bunch of people who wanted his life outside, it was the safest to stay with Zhou Yan.

Apart from being a little annoying, there's nothing wrong with it.

Jiang Ling's heart was wounded, and he sometimes woke up while sleeping, Zhou Yan seemed to have found some fun, and chatted by his bedside for a while when he had nothing to do.

"Did your Tianyi Mansion recruit subordinates based on their appearance?"

Jiang Lingxin turned over and turned his back to Zhou Yan, ignoring him.

Zhou Yan pulled Jiang Lingxin's soft black hair and braided him, "Are you married yet?"

Jiang Lingxin closed his eyes, thinking he was cold.

"That's right." Zhou Yan felt bored after talking about it for a while, so he reached out and poked Jiang Lingxin's back, and there was a pair of beautiful butterfly bones under the thin clothes. "I know your wound hurts and you can't sleep, so why don't I talk to you?"

As soon as Zhou Yan finished speaking, Jiang Lingxin suddenly turned over and reached out to grab his lapel.Zhou Yan was caught off guard and staggered, threw himself forward, and hugged Jiang Lingxin neck to neck.Leng Xiangxue neck, Zhou Yan's mind buzzed.

Jiang Lingxin's voice was slightly hoarse, her thin lips were cold, she pressed against Zhou Yan's ear, and said, "Shut up."

Letting go of Zhou Yan's skirt, Jiang Lingxin lay back on the bed again, her long and delicate brows were slightly furrowed, and she closed her eyes wearily.Liu Zhouyan blushed alone, dumbfounded.

After Jiang Lingxin took a long breath and gradually fell asleep, Zhou Yanfang gently untied the little braid he secretly braided, and carefully covered the quilt for everyone, and then went out with the wine pot in his arms and took three mouthfuls , Suppressing the beating heartbeat.

When the Qixinghanju poison first broke out, Zhou Yan filled the room with charcoal braziers, and the room was so hot that people sweated on their foreheads.Even so, Jiang Lingxin was still so cold that his lips were pale and his whole body was shaking.

Zhou Yan borrowed two more quilts from the owner of the inn, and covered Jiang Lingxin together.

"Is it still cold?"

Jiang Lingxin clutched the quilt and remained silent.

Zhou Yan stretched out his hand to cover his forehead, his palm felt icy cold.On the contrary, Jiang Lingxin felt that the hand covering his forehead was especially warm. When Zhou Yan pulled out his hand, he subconsciously stretched out his hand and held it tightly.

Zhou Yan was taken aback for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and his expression gradually softened. He tilted his head and said in a low voice: "Okay, I will help you, tear the quilt away."

Jiang Lingxin was so dazed by the cold, he tore off the quilt according to his words, and the next moment he was hugged into Zhou Yan's arms, warm and enveloping his whole body.

The warm palm slid in from Jiang Lingxin's loose collar, and gently pressed against his heart. A pure and warm internal force rose from the palm, continuously washing away his cold meridians.

"It's not that I deliberately sealed your internal energy..." Zhou Yan lowered his eyes, looked at the shivering person in his arms who was tortured, and explained in a low voice: "In fact, your kung fu can counteract this poison. If you don't temporarily seal it in Dantian, when the poison occurs, it can kill you."

Jiang Ling heard intermittently, and his mind was full of groggy, but subconsciously approached the warm place, buried his face in Zhou Yan's chest, and hummed softly.