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Linglong woke up in pain.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I screamed out from the pain all over my body. Just after she screamed, Linglong was startled by her hoarse voice.
That voice was so hoarse that it was completely different from her usual voice. She shut her mouth immediately.
The bones all over my body hurt like they were broken, and even moving my fingers was a bit difficult. Linglong struggled to get up, but as soon as she moved, her hands and feet hurt so much that she couldn't get up at all. Linglong had no choice but to lie back down again. The pain was even more intense than when she was sleeping, and came overwhelmingly to her.
She fell off the cliff on purpose. When the assassins chased her, she had already seen the tree crown under the cliff.
If you jump, there may be a way to survive. If you don't jump, you will definitely die. Those people were especially vicious, and they didn't seem to want to leave her a way to survive. Even if an arrow couldn't kill her, in this era without any antibiotics, wound infection would be enough to kill her.
Rather than doing this, it¡¯s better to give it a try. Linglong decisively jumped off the cliff when the assassin shot an arrow.
She turned her head with difficulty and looked at the house she was in now. The house was simple and unpretentious. There were many scrolls stacked not far away. The scrolls were rolled up carefully, wrapped in cloth tubes, and set aside.
While she was looking hard at it, she heard the sound of the door being pushed open from outside.
She tried hard to look towards the source of the sound to see who had saved her.
She saw a piece of green clothes exposed from under the raised gauze tent, and going up along the clothes was a fair and slender hand. That hand was slender, with jade-white skin and distinct knuckles. It was a man's hand.
Being a little far away, Linglong couldn¡¯t see clearly what material the clothes were made of, but the green color made the hand look more and more earthy.
She wanted to raise her eyes, but she accidentally touched the wound on her body and groaned in pain.
"You have several broken bones in your body. It's best not to move." The pearl-like voice sounded in my ears again, with endless indifference. When such a voice fell into my ears, it seemed like snow particles had fallen on me. .
She opened her eyes and looked towards the bed. As she looked up her clothes, she saw snow-white skin, a height estimated to be over eight feet, and indescribably handsome features. It's just that there is no trace of femininity in that beauty.
The eyebrows are deep, and when you look down, you can't help but take a breath.
The color of his eyes is different from that of ordinary Han people, with his pupils glowing a light amber color.
This man is wearing a green robe, a crown on his head, a sapphire hairpin passing through the crown, and his plump black hair makes his skin as white as snow.
Linglong looked at his face in trance.
The man had already walked to the bed. He lowered his head to look down at her, his eyes wandering over her face. He saw her looking at him but not speaking, with a slightly confused look on her face.
He reached out to touch her throat, and his cold fingertips touched the skin of her throat, bringing her back to consciousness.
The man had already carefully inspected her throat. His expression was cold and he felt that something was wrong with her.
Linglong¡¯s appearance has been outstanding since she was a child. Especially after she has hair extensions, she is very colorful. Every time she smiles, many young people fall under her skirt. He tried every means, but just to get her attention.
Now this man treats her as nothing, and his face is full of immortality and integrity, and he is a gentleman. While she was feeling happy, she couldn't help but feel a little strange and frustrated that she couldn't even describe.
His fingers pinched her chin, and with a little force, he lifted her chin. She had many small wounds scratched by branches on her body, and there were also a few on her neck. These were just small wounds. As long as she didn't touch the sewage, she would be fine. It's okay.
Those wounds on the snow-white skin are even more shocking.
Linglong felt his cold gaze fall on her neck, and the gaze seemed to have substance, arousing a thin layer of pimples.
The only man who can amaze her is the one in front of her. When he looked at her, he couldn't help but blush a little and his heart beat.
After examining it, the young Taoist stretched out his hand and gently pressed it on the skin of her throat. He avoided the small wounds on her skin and carefully pressed her throat gently to confirm whether there was any damage.
The cold fingertips were warmed by the skin, changing from the previous coolness to a little warmth.
"Your throat is not injured, it should be caused by excessive fright." He said and stood up. Before he was far away, Linglong thought he was quite tall, but when she got really close and he leaned down, she always feltPutting aside the thoughts in her mind, she looked at the Taoist priest over there.
He never said his name, and she didn't know what he was called.
"I can't sleep anymore, and I can't talk, so I might as well look at the beauty."
She is a famous beauty in Luoyang. When she was young, she was famous among the nobles for her beauty. But now she felt that the young Taoist priest in front of her was more attractive than anyone she had ever seen.
They say beauty is good for the eyes. She can¡¯t look at herself in the mirror every day. People who can compare with her can¡¯t be counted with a slap.
She looked at him unabashedly.
The young Taoist priest seemed to notice her gaze, put down the scroll in his hand, and looked over. I saw the girl lying over there, saw him looking over, and smiled hard.
She was injured, but she smiled at him with her beautiful eyes. That look was imprinted in his eyes, which was particularly pitiful.
He just glanced at her, his eyes moved, then quickly lowered his head, and then almost turned a blind eye to her.
Linglong is a little curious about what she has become now, so that people are so indifferent to her?
She wanted to bring a bronze mirror over to look at it, but unfortunately she couldn't move it.
Except for that initial glance, the young Taoist priest never looked over again, but after dark, he came in with a lamp. Linglong watched him come in with surprise on her face.
Did she really see it wrong before? !
She was stunned, but saw that he had put down the lamp in his hand. He stopped his hand and looked back at her. In the dim light, his straight nose cast a blurred shadow on his handsome face.
He suddenly walked towards her.
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