The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 1235 Good Night
Special care unit.

Qing Ling had wet hair, wrapped in a bath towel, wearing sandals, and holding a sandwich in her hand. It was obvious that she rushed over immediately.

She sat in front of the hospital bed, not feeling embarrassed.

When the two met, they only exchanged a look and said hello.

After a moment of silence, Qing Ling spoke.

"Wang Zikai is not dead. He is in a coma like you and has not woken up yet." Qingling paused. "He has a special status. We have arranged for him to be placed elsewhere."

Gao Yang nodded.

"All those who died were buried in the woods." Qing Ling said.

Gao Yang nodded.

"As for your uncle and sister..."

"Qing Ling." Gao Yang's voice was very soft, and he cheered up and smiled: "I seem... a little hungry."

Qing Ling was slightly startled and immediately handed over the sandwich: "It's just hot."

Gao Yang found a small gap on it and said calmly: "I can't eat so much, half for each person?"

"Yeah." Qing Ling divided the sandwich into two halves.

The two of them were eating sandwiches.

This time Qing Ling ate quickly and got up before Gao Yang finished eating to get a glass of water.

Qing Ling returned to her seat, watched Gao Yang finish eating, and handed over the water.

Gao Yang took a sip and put the water glass on the bedside table.

He breathed a long sigh of relief and leaned against the bed, as if talking to Qing Ling, or to himself: "Am I still alive?"

"Still alive." Qing Ling said.

"Still alive." Gao Yang repeated slowly, "Still alive."

Another moment of silence.

Gao Yang turned slightly sideways and looked at the water glass on the bedside table, "So, I can't let you delete any of my memories. The living should try their best to remember everything that happened. This is an agreement between the living and the dead."

A few seconds later, ant-sized Nana ran out from behind the water glass.

She jumped off the nightstand and returned to her original size.

She blushed and tried her best to cover up the embarrassment of the failed "sneak attack": "Look, for the sake of you just waking up, my king will spare your life... You, you must not say anything nonsense, otherwise..."

Nana couldn't finish her words and felt Qing Ling's murderous intent.

"brush--"

Nana quickly rushed to the door and opened it.

"Ah!" Yi Shi fell in from behind the door. She hurriedly picked up her dropped glasses and put them on, straightened her hair, looked up, and met Qing Ling's cold eyes.

"Don't kill me!" Yishi shouted, raising his hands: "Misunderstanding! This is a misunderstanding... Nana, I knew you were evil, so I caught you!"

"Huh?" Nana was confused.

Ishi grabbed Nana and ran, "Follow me!"

"boom!"

The door closed and the farce finally ended.

Gao Yang didn't care. He thought for a while and asked Qing Ling, "How long have I slept?"

Qing Ling didn't even think about it, "After twelve o'clock, it's exactly seven months."

Gao Yang was surprised that he slept for so long.

"What happened during this time?"

Qing Ling recalled it carefully. A lot of things had indeed happened, but they could not be discussed. There was only one thing that Gao Yang needed to know immediately.

"After you fought Wang Zikai, Long took away the miracle rune. He wanted to upgrade to level 8 master. He also said that he would come to see you when the time comes."

Gao Yang looked at the ceiling, silently in a daze.

After a while, Gao Yang looked at Qing Ling again and smiled apologetically, "Maybe I haven't used my brain for a long time, and I feel dizzy just thinking about things."

"It's rice dizziness. You just ate something." Qing Ling said.

"Is it?"

"Yes." Qing Ling said firmly, "Gao Yang, you can sleep a little longer. If you have anything to do, tell us tomorrow. I'll keep watch tonight."

"Okay." Gao Yang slowly closed his eyes.

Qing Ling stood up and raised her hand slightly, and another high-end nursing bed automatically moved over and joined Gao Yang's bed to form a large bed.

Qing Ling lay down generously, closed her eyes and rested.

Soon, the lights in the room dimmed.

Qing Ling quietly counted Gao Yang's breaths until he fell asleep peacefully, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In her impression, Gao Yang had not fallen asleep anywhere other than the sofa for a long, long time, if he was not in coma.

She stretched out her hand and gently pressed a corner of the quilt on Gaoyang's bed.

For the first time, she felt more at ease than holding the handle of a knife.

Good night, Gao Yang.

(End of this chapter)