Chapter 1374： The demon holding her in captivity (1/2)

After staying in the wooden house for another two days, Chu Qingyan felt that his body was recovering very slowly. In fact, if it was left in the past, the cold could be cured in two days, but this time, I do n’t know why. After thinking about it for so long, I started coughing again, as if I wanted to cough up the entire lung.

At this moment footsteps rang out immediately, and she could hear that it was the old lady who came in.

as expected--

”Girl, you cough again, drink this medicine soon.”

The medicine soup with the scent of scent was handed to him, and Chu Qing took it with gratitude.

In the past few days, she learned from her grandmother's mouth that this is the mountainside of Fengshan. Because the wooden house is remote, few people will pass here except the people who cut wood.

She also understood why Xuanjian would arrange herself here for medical treatment, which is indeed a safe place.

After seeing her drink, the old woman went out again and said she wanted to boil chicken soup to supplement her body.

Chu Qingyan was very sad, and it was very difficult for farmers to raise poultry. It was not easy to slaughter chickens and ducks when they were young. They were just meeting each other, but the old man treated her like a granddaughter, which moved her.

Repeatedly, the elderly did not have to worry about it, but the elderly said that this was something entrusted to her by the master, and she must take good care of herself no matter what.

She was very helpless, and the old woman was indifferent to her opinions, and she seemed to be poisoned by a magic stick.

I don't know how long she was in a daze, and when she returned to God, she found someone standing by the door.

I don't know how long he stood, how much he looked at him, Chu Qingyan said embarrassedly, ”Why don't you say a word when you arrive?”

He had knocked on the door before, but she didn't hear it, but when she saw that her face was unnatural, he didn't poke, came in with a smile, ”the poor monk was found by the donor as soon as he entered the door.”

Although he had corrected him many times by himself and asked him to call his own name, unfortunately, this person's brain was the same as that of Muyu, and she went with him in the end. She could not care what she called.

Chu Qingyan heard a sigh of relief and asked him to sit down and pour a cup of tea for him.

”How is your body recuperating these two days?” She asked casually when she could land.

She just wanted to say that it was almost better, but her body sang against her, and she began to cough violently, and her eyes were red.

Falsely seeing the looming anxiety in this eye, I don't know how to help her, I can only wait for her to return to normal.

When he was relieved, Chu Qingyan showed his apology, ”This disease is like a mountain, which makes you laugh.”

A humble smile, ”Life disasters are normal. Donors don't need to be sorry.”

Chu Qingyan nodded, believing his consolation, ”Thank you for your two days of care.”

”The person who takes care of you is the elderly, and the poor monks dare not take credit for it.” Han said with a smile.

She thought about it too, but still said, ”The elderly take care of me so much in your face. In the final analysis, I still owe your favor.”

I saw that she was so persistent, but just smiled, stopped talking on it, and changed the topic.

”Door, are you mindful?”

Chu Qingyan heard his words and looked up, just seeing in his crystal clear eyes, he looked confused.

How did he see it?