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A special mission was to send Huo Li here. The never-ending forced marriages and the helpless Xi Sanmo ran into Huo Li. In the blink of an eye, the two of them had become intimate partners from a thousand years ago.

It was just that all of this seemed to be a coincidence, but in reality …

Xi Sanmo kept his promise and helped Huo Li deal with the arrow wound on his back. He then brought Huo Li back to her apartment.

Huo Li's arrow wound wasn't severe. It expanded to take out arrows, stitch up wounds, and inject anti-inflammatory medicine. The only thing left was to wait for it to heal. The only serious injury was an invisible internal one.

He sat cross-legged on the bed in Xi Sanmo's apartment. His white pajamas, long black hair, and his dull eyes were filled with determination. He rejected his offer with a single word.

"I'll have to trouble you with the external injuries, but I can adjust my own body for the fever caused by the internal injuries." Once your internal injuries have healed, your high fever will naturally recede. However, during the period of adjusting your internal breathing, you absolutely cannot disturb this king. "

In China's oldest traditional Chinese medicine and Qigong recuperation system, Xi Sanmo had nine orifices, but in books and television, she had seen it before. When internal energy was being used to heal, it was forbidden to make any noise, lest it mess up one's internal Qi, cause one's Qi to go berserk, and damage one's internal organs.

She saw that Huo Li was adamant and thought twice about retreating, but she was worried that Huo Li was trying to be brave and hurt her by missing the treatment time, so she said, "You are my man now, so I am your guardian. In other words, I am directly responsible for your safety. I can agree to your request, but when you can't hold on any longer, you must remember to speak. "

He was her man!

Damn woman! Stinking woman! Do you think his internal injuries are too light? You think he died too little? He had to make him angry over and over again. Was he going to take all of his advantages in one night?

Whether meeting her was a blessing or a curse, Huo Li couldn't be sure, but if meeting her was definitely his fate!

He cherished the person in front of him!

The proud and aloof Huo Li was in pain again. He clutched his chest, looking angry, and his eyes turned cold as he said angrily, "This king has come here on a mission, and I haven't even started to do a lot of things. "Also, Xi Sumo, don't be too arrogant. Once I've recovered, I'll definitely call you to your bed and properly pet you. At that time, you'll know who's who, who's grandpa, and who's concubine."

Huo Li had the pride of a royal family, and Xi Sanmo had the dignity of a noble. Both of them had the same stubbornness and arrogance flowing in their bones. Huo Li didn't want to be reduced to a concubine, so Xi Sanmo also wanted to take the initiative. Therefore, she couldn't lose in this battle field, and she had to fight for it.

As the saying goes, a hooligan is not scary, but a hooligan has a culture!

Xi Sanmo closed his eyes and pretended to be a female delinquent instead of a serious face. He laughed and said, "You know I like men from the beginning, but you purposely said that and made me worry. You're so bad, so bad, I'm ignoring you!"

Then, he made a very shy gesture and rolled on the sofa with his pillow. Before he closed his eyes, he gave Huo Li a coquettish look.

Huo Li was dumbfounded. He shook his body as his internal injuries worsened.

This woman is definitely his calamity, a calamity incompatible with eight words. Smelly Taoist, make this king cherish her, this king will remember you!

Seeing that his face looked like he had just eaten a fly, Xi Sumo snickered to himself while Huo Li was filled with resentment and frustration. He closed his eyes and started to heal his wounds.

Since Xi Sanmo couldn't help, he could only focus on Huo Li's injury. She curled up her body and didn't dare to roll around or make any noise, nor did she dare to sleep too deeply.

In the middle of the night, she woke up blurrily. Huo Li still had his eyes closed as he sat cross-legged on his bed. He was dressed in white and had black hair. He was extremely beautiful.

So beautiful!

Xi Sanmo knew that he had reached a critical moment, and he dared not move even a bit, not even daring to breathe loudly. He only greedily admired his unique beauty, feeling heartache and familiarity, as if she had seen this scene several lifetimes before, when she saw Huo Li.

Tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes. She could only say that they were the yawning tears of her drowsiness.

Huo Li was completely unaffected by Xi Sanmo's interference. He only focused on circulating his Qi. His whole body felt comfortable as he circulated his Qi. He only stopped when he could not feel anything stuck in his body.

When he opened his eyes, the sky was already starting to turn white. Xi Sanmo was curled up on the sofa across from him. His eyes were closed and his breathing was shallow. He was maintaining his sleeping posture, but there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

Did she cry?

Huo Li frowned. Somehow, a suffocating pain came from the depths of his heart. It was as if the pain had been hidden deep in his heart for several lifetimes, but it was disturbed at this moment.

This woman did not have the gentleness of a young girl, but she was sharp, capable, calm, courageous, and could give him surprises and surprises. Although she did not have a devastatingly beautiful appearance and did not have a pure and cute appearance, her radiance was still able to escape from her eyes. Like a flower in the morning light, it was faint, unattractive, and did not deprive others of their radiance.

She could be considered a very unique and unusual woman. If she was not that dissolute, she would be a good choice for him.

Was her debauchery natural or acquired? What was she crying in her dreams for? Who were they crying for? For himself, or for the man who had hurt her?

Huo Li's slender fingers caressed Xi Sanmo's seductive lips. His eyes were deep and complicated. He had countless women, but she was the first woman in the world who could make him angry, affect his emotions, and make him heartache like this.

Why did this happen? Why did he feel that she was very familiar with him? Who was she and what did she have to do with him? Why did Black and White Impermanence not mention her in their introduction at all, yet the Daoist Priest repeatedly told him to cherish the person in front of him?

Daoist Priest, what is his purpose? What does he want to say? What did he want to remind her of?

"Don't move... Huo Li... You can go berserk... "Huo Li …"

Before he could understand what was going on, Huo Li was startled and retracted his hand abruptly. His complicated gaze turned sharp, but he realized that he wasn't awake at all. He was only mumbling in his sleep.

In the dream, she was still tied to his safety. Why? Just to prove that he was hers? Or was it because he wanted to obtain him in one piece and occupy him domineeringly?

Are men really that important to you? Are you really unable to survive without a man?

His heart felt sore and cold. Laughter, bitter and cold: "This king knows that people are not perfect, and if you still know some principles of chastity, this king can also help you bring a bit of dignity down. Now, let this king cherish a person like you. Even if the Daoist has spoken first, this king will still be unable to do so. "

Huo Li walked away and let out a cold, emotionless breath. In his dream, Xi Sanmo shivered, but he couldn't find the reason for his depression.