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47 - Our Shixiong, We Protect!

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Chapter 47 - Our Shixiong, We Protect!

Bai Fanlu had a dream, or it should be said that it was several dreams. But he can't remember them well, only the last one.

In the darkness where even his five fingers were not visible, there was a strange and familiar voice in the endless emptiness, mumbling something he didn't understand.

The voice said, "I thought that death is the hardest thing in the world, and it's easy to live. But now... I think it's hard to live for you."

"So if one day, if you don't want me to live, I will be as happy as you want."

"It's just that you have to do it yourself, so I am willing."

"Otherwise... I just won't look down."

Bai Fanlu opened his eyes abruptly, and the words "Don't look at me" were thrown with a loud voice, causing him to let out a cold sweat.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

Turning his head blankly, he saw Ling Qingzi sitting on the couch.

Bai Fanlu wanted to speak, but his throat was dry and tight, and he couldn't make a sound when he opened his mouth.

Ling Qingzi lowered his eyes to look at him, raised his hand to cover his forehead, and patted it lightly. Bai Fanlu felt a refreshing coolness in his throat, and it was instantly moisturized like a rain after a long drought.

However, Ling Qingzi did not withdraw his hand after applying the spell. Instead, he smoothed Bai Fanlu's hair on the side of his forehead next to his hairline, and continued to pat lightly.

Ling Qingzi's hands were not cold or hot, and the force of the gentle patting was as soft as a breeze, as if with a soothing power, somewhat like the feeling of grandma touching his forehead in memory, coaxing him to sleep.

The horror that Bai Fanlu had brought out from his dream disappeared miraculously. He couldn't help but raised his eyes to look at Ling Qingzi, and his slightly drooping eyes were as warm as his hands at this time, softly pressing, watching him. At that time, people's hearts are inexplicably at ease.

"Shizun." Bai Fanlu called.

Ling Qingzi's eyes flickered, and he seemed to be taken aback for a while, before he said, "This Shizun is here."

After looking at Ling Qingzi, Bai Fanlu saw the furnishings in the house and realized that it was not in his own room, but Ling Qingzi's residence, the SanmuJu.

But how did he return to the Tianshu Sect?

He only remembers...

Thinking of what happened, the color on Bai Fanlu's face faded a little, and the mood that had just calmed down was instantly shaken, even with his chest rising and falling violently, panting and sitting up on the couch.

Ling Qingzi looked at him quietly, dropped his hand from his forehead to his back, and patted him.

Bai Fanlu hugged his knees, buried his head in it, and said for a while, "Shizun, I..."

He hesitated and did not say, but Ling Qingzi understood, he said, "This Shizun will go out for a while, so please rest well."

Bai Fanlu hummed dully.