Chapter 561

"I'll find a way." Eleven smiled and cried unsightly. He pulled the corners of his mouth hard, and his voice became more and more hoarse.

All the things he learned in the first half of his life, and any ability he has, will suffer unprecedented Waterloo every time he comes to Cangling, and he can hit his skeptical life every time.

Sometimes he even thought that the different attraction he felt in Cangling should be the masochistic constitution in his heart. Does he like it? He doubts that life can't cross the gap every once in a while.

Seeing their gloomy faces one by one, Cangling could only take advantage of the reverse to comfort them. "Don't be so pessimistic, there will always be a way. I feel it's good now. I can eat and drink. There's nothing uncomfortable."

"Just be happy." Eleven speechless looked at Cangling and almost rolled his eyes. Now he didn't even have the strength to pull an arc at the corner of his mouth. He was tired both physically and mentally. According to this momentum, he didn't know who was the first to go.

"What are the specific symptoms of this secret lost poison?"

Since she personally sent Mou Yu out of the villa in the morning, without the pressure in her heart, Cangling felt that something was wrong when she was alone in the villa.

She could feel that she was losing something important, but she couldn't catch it.

Even tragically, I can only see that the most important part of my body is hollowed out a little, and I have no power to fight back.

"Come on, miss, it's a poison that my family banned a hundred years ago. I've been tossing about for a long time now. I don't even know its name. You think I can know what side effects and symptoms it will have. You think highly of me."

He held his breath in his chest and felt uncomfortable even breathing. At this time, he couldn't care about any image. He was very self abandoning.

"Don't get excited. Take your time and find a way together."

Cangling can't stand the sudden surge of attack power. She doesn't see it. This guy's tongue turns so ruthless that she doesn't recognize her relatives. She doesn't even give face to her biggest sister.

"I'm not excited, I'm not excited."

Eleven took a deep breath, looked at the patient with a better state of mind than anyone, and rubbed the protruding temples.

After a while, seeing that the mood of 11 finally stabilized, Cangling asked tentatively driven by curiosity.

"Convenient to say, how did you find out that the poison in my body is not the kind you guessed?" Every time she said one, she carefully paid attention to the expression of 11, for fear that she might say something wrong and ignite the powder keg full of explosives again.

But this time, the mood control of 11 is OK, which is beyond Cangling's imagination.

After hearing this question, he pushed his glasses with his slender white fingers and carefully analyzed it, "When you saw Mou Yu off this morning, did you tell Bai Zhi that you feel strange and guilty about him now, and even can't wait to stay away from such pressure. No matter how Mou Yu treats you, you won't feel any heartbeat. You feel very strange. This is not what lovers should feel, so let him go."

What she said was completely consistent with Cangling's feeling for Mou Yu. She nodded her approval and couldn't deny it.

She really feels this way about Mou Yu, but she doesn't know what's wrong with this feeling.

Eleven eyes, deep to the eyes of God, the tone is full of helplessness and bitterness, "Have you ever heard of a sentence? Even if your former lover wears away all his memory, no matter how long it takes, the muscles in your body will instinctively remember the special feeling of him. When the two meet again, even if the vicissitudes of life and the ups and downs of the world, your body will instinctively be close to and trust that person."

Cangling frowned and looked at Xi with eyes that you believe in the poisonous chicken soup of love.

However, the promise given by Xi'an is, "the human body has the most primitive memory. Those memories do not need to pass through your brain, and the muscles will have the most impossible response."

Cangling's eyebrows are getting tighter and tighter. So, does this have anything to do with the poison of the eleventh?

After being aware of her doubts, Xi Shan's eyes flashed, lowered his eyes, sighed helplessly, pretended to be light and joked, "knowing so much is not good for you. It's even easy to make yourself think nonsense and increase the difficulty of my treatment for no reason."

"I want to know." Cangling's face was cold and her tone was very calm.

In the face of the worst result, she is calmer than ever.

"Well, you do have the right to know your physical condition." Eleven reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth. His throat was dry and itchy. It seemed to smoke.

The living room was suddenly quiet, and Cangling waited patiently for the promise of 11.

She knew that she would tell her what she promised on the 11th. Now she was not in a hurry, or even had no pressure at all. Inexplicably, she had a feeling of sudden enlightenment. Maybe she could become a monk in a period of time.

Find a mountain temple far away from the earth and spend the last period of life. It seems good to be quiet.

Cangling suddenly wondered if she and Yan Zhengyang were a little too impetuous after becoming the successor of the banquet family. She seemed to be trapped by a lot of noisy things and couldn't find a way out. She had to be pushed forward involuntarily. Many times, she even went in which direction, slow or fast. She couldn't make her own decision.

Thinking of this, Cangling obviously frowned. For the first time, she found that she really didn't like the life after the past.

I don't like it very much!

It's been so hard.

Looking at Cangling's increasingly ugly face, Xi's heart clicked for a moment. He was afraid that he had not said it for a long time. The delay made Cangling's brain make up 10000 bitter and incurable romantic dramas.

"Cangling, are you okay? What are you thinking? Your face is so ugly."

In the midst of all kinds of entanglement, all kinds of worries, Cangling's increasingly ugly face and pale eyes, she chose to save the patient first.

In case Cangling suddenly gives up now, he wants more in vain.

"Nothing? You haven't spoken. I can't help thinking." Cangling pulled the corners of her mouth a little embarrassed, avoided the eyes of 11 and didn't look at others.

She admires herself. When it's so important, why does her mind run so far? I'm sorry for the friend sitting opposite who has lost her anxious hair.

Eleven was suffocated in his chest and almost gasped. He cut in line for himself in advance.

"Stop thinking."

He vomited a foul breath, eased his mood, and finally accumulated a trace of strength to tell the truth.