Chapter 802 Uncle’s Compensation 6

Si Yu was stunned, accepted it for a long time, and pressed his hand against his eyebrows, "It's really impossible to heal? The head of Penglai, can you think of a way? A Zhao is a girl's house, she can't accept it."

Penglai raised his brows and said with interest, "My evil disciple has even experienced death, but he is just a lame leg. Why can't he accept it? I think you dislike her?"

Si Yu frowned, "How could this king dislike A Zhao?"

"It's hard to say."

Penglai patted Si Yu's shoulder with a whisk, and the old god said, "After all, you are the powerful regent, but your princess is a cripple. How embarrassing to say it, right?"

In the future, when you celebrate festivals, you couple will be laughing at them.

I hope that my evil disciple can withstand the pressure of rumors."

Si Yu's eyebrows became a bump.

He was not in the mood to hear Penglai saying sarcastic words, so he turned his head and rushed into the room.

Penglai shook his head and smiled, and walked out leisurely.

The figure became shallower as he moved.

Before he was about to disappear, he thought of what Song Zhao asked again.

Why is Si Yu still here after he was reborn?

"Hmph, aren't you worried that you, a villain, will live for two lives, but you don't even have a man."

Penglai muttered in his heart, "As a teacher, one day, one must do the lifelong affairs of his disciple. This can be regarded as a teacher, and I will give you the last gift."

What he didn't say is.

He gave Si Yu his life in this life with his selfishness.

What he paid was also the price of his eternal existence.

So what about the son of heaven?

In the face of life, everyone is equal.

"I only have this life left. I borrowed the blessing of that evil disciple, and I can finally have a good rest next."

The figure of the immortal style and Taoist gang was completely destroyed in the world.

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Si Yu entered the house and sat down beside the bed and looked at Song Zhao.

The girl was still asleep, her face was white and haggard.

He lifted the silkworm quilt on her knees and touched the thick gauze wrapped around her knees.

Penglai's words kept circling in his mind.

I can't stand up again.

He pursed his lips and took a deep breath in depression.

As soon as Song Zhao opened his eyes, he met Si Yu's guilty look.

She moved and said softly, "Why are you looking at me with this expression?"

Si Yu looked at her for a while and said with difficulty, "Your master said that your knees need to be well maintained, and you may not be able to walk for a long time."

Song Zhao blinked, his expression almost changed, and he only turned his body sideways, "Come up and hug me."

Si Yu quickly took off his boots, lay beside Song Zhao, and hugged the girl's soft body as he spoke.

The sleeping room is quiet.

The candlelight at the head of the bed emitted a gentle light from the lantern, swinging away as the two people breathed intertwinedly.

Song Zhao followed the situation and pressed his body tightly on the man's body.

Si Yu's palm was holding her back, the breath belonging to him, and the five senses that invaded her were their two-person world.

Song Zhao, who has just come out of a hundred years of memory, feels that the taste is so precious.

Almost lost.

I couldn't help but take a deep breath and make sure it was really there.

"Don't worry, I know my knees are not going to be well."

Song Zhao's lips pressed against his raised Adam's apple and spoke softly.

Si Yu's body tensed for a moment, but it was not as thoughtful as usual, but full of heartache.

His jaw pressed against her forehead, and his voice was deliberately soothing, "Maybe the head of Penglai is just not good at orthopedics. You can take good care of it. I'll find you a better doctor, so that we A Zhao can jump around."

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