Chapter 750 Returning from the Death, Scattered Flowers (34)

In Wen Xien's eyes, his child is the best and the most handsome one.

The child walked to Wen Xien in a vain, grabbed the corner of his clothes, and under Wen Xien's pure gaze, he said a very soft voice.

"I like it very much, thank you."

However, Wen Xien was stunned. She blinked her eyes and felt a little unbelievable. Just now... she seemed to see the child smiling!

Although it was only a little bit and very subtle, it was still captured by Wen Xien!

You know, she has never seen a child laugh in such a long time. This is the first time.

It was as short as a flash in the pan, and immediately returned to expressionlessness.

When a child is wearing new clothes, his expression is very light, as if he is happy, but not as if he is happy. It is a very complex emotion, hidden very deeply and difficult to see.

Wen Xien reached out and held the child's face. The child looked up obediently and met the black and pure eyes: "Xiaohua, did you laugh just now? Is it okay to laugh for me? Is it okay to just do it?"

The child blinked in confusion, as if he didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence.

laugh……

Did he laugh just now? Since he practiced the ruthless Taoism, he almost broke off his emotions and desires, and didn't know what laughter and crying were, so that he could only look at Wen Xien in confusion, dazed and stupid.

Seeing that the child's face was very stiff, Wen Xien did not force it. Some people would have the second time for the first time. Take it slowly. If the child doesn't know what he can't do, she would teach him to laugh and teach him to cry.

When the child finished wiping his body and went to the bed, there was no heat in the bedding. The child was just a small stove with little meat and it was uncomfortable to hold it.

As soon as Miao Hua got into the bedding, he hugged Wen Xien's neck, carrying a dependence that he could not even notice.

The child leaned his head on the pillow, looked at Wen Xien's gentle and quiet eyes, leaned over little by little, his forehead was pressed against each other, and gently rubbed his forehead.

Like a little beast, Wen Xien just smiled at the corner of his mouth, his exquisite and beautiful eyebrows and eyes are like ink paintings, ethereal and dreamy, like the wind, and it seems to dissipate at any time.

She was beautiful, she was as beautiful as a fairy. She was supposed to be on the altar, but she was pulled down by mortals. She suffered all the hardships of the world, but she did not blame the heavens and the earth.

She is so fragile and can be easily destroyed. Fortunately, if she is in this countryside, if she is wandering to the capital, how could she still be as carefree as she is now?

If you only have a peerless beauty but do not have the corresponding protection ability, your final outcome will end in miserable circumstances.

Miao Hua finally understood the true meaning of this disaster. Wen Xien was his disaster, his life and death disaster in this life.

If you break through, you can transform into a god.

But now Miao Hua is no longer the immortal master of Qingxu Sect. He is just an abandoned child now. Wen Xien saved him and gave him a family, so that he can have a new desire for love. Miao Hua knew that he should not fall like this, but should break it as soon as possible.

But... Wen Xien was too weak and too fragile. Miao Hua was afraid that if he didn't pay attention, Wen Xien would fall asleep and never wake up again.

If she returns to her own body, the first thing Miao Hua does is to take Wen Xien back to Qingxu Sect, then clear her unnecessary charges and give her a cleansing innocence. After that, she is still a great disciple of Qingxu Sect and still his disciple.

The child unconsciously shouted out her name: "Wen Xien..."

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Wen Xien felt that the child’s voice was particularly gentle and attached.

Wen Xien's eyes were gentle, and he leaned over and kissed the child's eyebrows, with a thin warmth in his eyes: "Go to bed early."

The child opened his eyes: "Yeah."

Wen Xien was very tired today, and she felt uncomfortable, so she fell asleep soon. When she was awake, she always had a faint smile on her lips, but when she really fell asleep, her brows were always frowning, as if she was not at ease in her dream.

Gently smoothing the frown tips, Miao Hua squeezed into Wen Xien's arms. The quilt was fragrant, and it smelled very nicely, making him unable to help but get closer.

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Miao Hua was awakened by the heat. He opened his eyes in a daze. When he touched his extremely hot cheeks, he was awakened immediately. He immediately sat up from the bed.

Just look at Wen Xien's pale and sick face was twisted by pain, and thin beads of sweat oozing out from her forehead, as if every move was a huge torture.

Wen Xien was wet from the rain yesterday, the wind was so strong, and she fell down. She had already hurt her body and started to have a high fever in the middle of the night.

It was still dark, so Miao Hua put on casual clothes, added another quilt, covered Wen Xien tightly, boiled water, wet it with a towel and folded it into a cold compress on the rectangular head.

It was still drizzling outside, so Miao Hua stayed by the bed and changed the towel every once in a while, but Wen Xien's condition did not improve at all, but instead it seemed to be getting worse and worse.

Miao Hua glanced at the slightly bright sky outside, changed the towel for Wen Xien, then found a straw raincoat and a straw hat, and rushed into the rain.

On the way, Miao Hua asked someone about the direction of the doctor's house and ran over quickly.

Dr. Zhang is the only one in the village who knows medical skills, but it is still very early, and the door of Dr. Zhang’s home has not opened. Miao Hua knocked on the door hard at the door, and the rain wet his face and his eyelashes.

The door did not open for a moment, but Miao Hua only felt that time seemed to be extremely slow at this moment. He kept knocking, louder than urging death. He stopped until the door was opened.

Dr. Zhang held an umbrella and wrinkled his face, looking at the child who was not yet on his waist, "What are you doing?"

"I, my family is sick. Can you go and see it?"

The child was panting violently, his scarlet eyes were filled with a difficult-to-know willingness.

Dr. Zhang has a bad temper, but he still feels soft when dealing with such a young child. He goes to the house to carry the medicine box and follows the child.

On the way, Dr. Zhang asked: "Which child are you from? Why haven't you seen it before?"

Miao Hua did not hesitate, "Wen Xien's family."

Dr. Zhang suddenly realized that he had heard of Wen Xien and had met several times. His memory was particularly profound, mainly because of his peerless face and temperament, which was hard to forget.

But he remembered that the other person's body seemed to be not very good, and he was a cripple.

Unfortunately, from the first time Dr. Zhang saw Wen Xien, he knew that the other party did not belong here, but his inexplicable intuition.

The candlelight in the room was still lit, so Dr. Zhang went in first, Miao Hua took off his straw raincoat and hat before entering.

Miao Hua watched from the side, pulling the corners of his clothes from time to time, and constantly changing his feet, and he was anxious and impatient.

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