Chapter 907

I meditated for more than two hours. At the beginning of the afternoon, it was settled.

Almost at the same time, Chu Linglong also made a decision.

I opened my eyes, got up and got out of bed and went outside the tent.

Chu Linglong saw that I came out, and his figure flashed to me and knelt down for me.

"You..." I couldn't help being stunned.

When Ke'er looked at it, she quickly came to me and asked Chu Linglong, "Linglong, you are...

" brother, sister Ke'er... "Chu Linglong was in tears," thank you for saving me! "

She said kowtow to us.

I reached for her and said, "come on."

Chu Linglong burst into tears. "Brother, sister Ke'er..." remember the website m.luoqiuzw.com

"are the injuries all cured?" I asked her.

"Well," she said, wiping her tears and nodding.

I took a look at her eyebrows and was relieved to see that her accomplishments were basically restored.

"Good! The wound is healed, and the cultivation is restored, "I said with a calm smile." let's go and talk in the tent. " "Well," she nodded.

I look at Cole. "You're out there."

"Good!" Said Cole.

I led Chu Linglong into the tent, came to the sofa, and sat down face to face.

"Hungry?" I asked her.

"Well!" She wiped her tears and calmed her mood. "I feel hungry now."

"What would you like to eat?" I asked.

"All right, just eat," she said.

I meditate a little, clear throat, "clear soup fish ball, stir fried eel, eggplant juice shrimp, sea rice bean sprouts, Hu spicy soup."

As soon as the voice dropped, the steaming four dishes and one soup, together with rice and tableware, appeared on the table.

Chu Linglong was stunned.

"It's all your favorite food," I said with a smile. "Eat more. We're full. We still have something to do."

Chu Linglong looked at the dishes on the table, just stopped tears like broken beads, fell down.

"What's the matter?" I was stunned.

She did not speak, wipe tears, take a deep breath, picked up a bowl of rice bowl, picked up chopsticks to eat.

While eating, weeping at the same time.

After a few bites, she couldn't help crying.

"Linglong, what's the matter with you?" I looked at her worried.

"On the night of her mother's accident, she also made these four dishes..." she held the bowl and sobbed bitterly, "I can't eat my mother's cooking any more..."

her tears fell into the bowl.

I looked at her silently, and my eyes were red.

For a 16-year-old girl, all this, too fast, too cruel.

I was silent for a while, cleared my throat, picked up chopsticks and put vegetables for her. "Linglong, you grow up, and your mother is not here. You should take good care of yourself. Come on, eat more. When you are full, you will have the strength to avenge. "

She kept sobbing, her hands trembling violently, and her tears, like a breakwater, were dripping into the bowl along her face.

I reached for her bowl. "I'll change it for you."

She shakes her head and pours into her mouth, eating and weeping.