Star Iron, but the amount of animation

Volume 1: Chapter 3: This is what I picked up.

A little light stimulated Jingliu's consciousness.

She slowly opened her eyes.

Her eyelids felt heavy, as if being pulled by invisible ropes, and it was difficult to open them completely. The world around her gradually became clear in the haze, but her consciousness was still immersed in the warmth of the dream, as if shrouded in a layer of mist.

I tried to move my body, but I felt my limbs were deeply surrounded by a dense fatigue, as if they weighed a thousand pounds. Every breath was filled with a stuffy breath, making my throat drier. My head seemed to be filled with cotton, and my thinking was slow and fuzzy, and I felt groggy.

"you're awake."

A calm, gentle voice came from the bedside.

Looking blankly, I saw a familiar figure sitting beside the bed with his back to me, seemingly cutting something with a knife.

But it seems a little different from what he remembered. He was nearly dying before he woke up, but why did he look intact now?

"You are the most qualified among this batch of newcomers."

"...?"

Jingliu found that she knew every word in this sentence, but it was difficult to understand when they were put together.

"Give."

The boy handed over a cleanly trimmed fruit with white flesh, but he didn't know what kind it was.

She took it subconsciously. It felt hard and had a faint fragrance, as if it contained love, which made her feel a little warm.

Take a bite, the texture is crisp and juicy, but the taste is a bit weird... the juice is a bit astringent.

"Eat more. I just picked them on the road. I thought the skin was too bright and I was afraid it might be poisonous so I didn't dare to eat it. You try it first."

“Puff! — Cough cough!! Cough cough cough!!!”

The fruit pulp that he was swallowing halfway suddenly stopped and got stuck in his throat, choking him. Jingliu coughed for a long time, and finally spit it out with his little face flushed. He glared at the boy who was smiling heartlessly.

"Wuhu~She believed it, she believed it! Hehehehehe~"

An Jing laughed crazily, and then there were several hard knocks on the door of the ward.

"quiet!"

The young man instantly returned to his calm expression, and his expression changed so quickly that Jing Liu, who was still angry, was stunned.

"Did you hear me."

He looked at Jingliu very seriously.

"Please be careful. This is a hospital, a public place. Don't disturb others."

"...?"

Aren't you the one talking?

Jingliu’s head was full of question marks.

The door handle was turned and footsteps sounded.

A woman walked in. She was the woman who saved them both that day. Jingliu remembered her clearly.

"It looks like you're recovering well."

She glanced at the boy beside her.

The latter nodded naturally: "This rich seed, the fruit is so chewy and tasty, juicy and not crumbly, it's really delicious to eat."

The woman raised her eyebrows, her expression a little strange.

She hesitated to speak, but finally shook her head: "Follow me."

Jing Liu wanted to get up, but the wounds on her body that had not yet healed made her grimace. The boy did not come so timely that day, and she had already gone through a period of despair.

In the dark deep sky, the evil star named Luohou was wailing and singing, rushing towards everyone with burning mountains and earth.

People on the long street screamed, struggled and rolled in the despair of doomsday, allowing the golden branches to grow endlessly in everyone's mouth and nostrils.

She watched everything happen, unable to move.

"Don't be impatient yet."

The boy's refusal was beyond her expectations, and Jingliu felt a little uneasy. She felt that given their current situation, she shouldn't refuse.

His expression was calm. He picked up the knife and started to trim another fruit.

"This sister's injury hasn't healed yet, let's wait a little longer."

The young man's movements were neat and efficient. In just a few strokes, the skin of the fruit was peeled cleanly, just like the one he had handed to Jingliu before.

He raised it back: "Do you want to eat?"

The woman looked at him deeply, without saying anything, but stretched out her hand, and the apple in the boy's hand floated into the air and flew into her hand.

"...Where did you get the apples?"

"I picked this up."

"Full of lies."

The door was knocked and closed.

"These days, no one believes the truth. Sigh, that's what being an adult is like."

The black-haired boy shook his head, but the words he said failed to ease the worry in Jingliu's heart.

"You shouldn't have rejected her."

"I tested it, so you are not mute?"

The girl couldn't help but frown at the disrespectful words: "Your way of speaking is too strange, I can't follow your words."

"Why can't you reflect on it? Even if I'm 99% wrong, don't you have that 1%?"

It started again.

Jingliu sighed, feeling that she could never understand the train of thought of her savior.

"How long have I slept?"

"About two years."

"......how long?"

"Two days."

Jingliu reluctantly accepted this statement. At least it was much more credible than the previous two years.

"Are you okay with your injury?"

She looked at the boy's neat hospital gown and recalled the horrific punctures that day.

"Thanks to you, he should be alive."

"Is that the seed?"

"You really fed me. I almost choked to death."

"......Feel sorry."

"No, I have come back with my revenge."

Jing Liu was speechless for a moment.

She turned her head and looked out the window.

The sunlight was not strong, the sky was blue, and I didn't know where I was.

The ward was very monotonous, with no decoration and no entertainment facilities.

Now that he had understood the situation, Jingliu no longer had the mood to speak.

She needed to...digest those memories.

This environment is just right.

It can allow her to calm down and think about what to do next.

"Cangcheng, how is it now?"

"Gone."

“…Is that so?”

The boy's answer was crisp and clear, and there was no trace of nostalgia for Cangcheng on his face. She couldn't even detect any fluctuations in his emotions, as if he really didn't care.

Jingliu couldn't understand it.

"Why are you so calm?"

"Uh..." The boy showed an expression of incomprehension, as if she was the weird one: "Do you want me to keep crying?"

"I did not mean that......"

"I'm just teasing you, don't take it seriously."

He shook his head and his expression calmed down again.

"It's normal to feel sad when encountering something like this. Don't compare yourself to me."

"......Why?"

"Maybe my brain was damaged sometime before. I can't remember anything clearly now. There's only myself left in my mind. I don't have any memories worth being sad about, so naturally I don't have any feelings."

The boy's tone sounded like he was stating what he had eaten in the morning.

Jingliu accidentally heard that when people suffer an unacceptable blow, the brain sometimes chooses to forcibly block those memories in order to protect itself.

Although An Jing's logic is weird, it is self-consistent, his speech is clear, and his mind is much more mature than hers. He doesn't look like he has a damaged brain at all.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that this statement was so believable that her eyes couldn't help but dim again.

"I'm sorry...I shouldn't have asked."

"Ugh."

The young man sighed maturely, with a hint of regret: "You just think too much and do too little. But there's really nothing you can do lying here, so take a good rest first. I'll go find a wheelchair and take you out for a walk later."

"it is good......"

Jingliu shut his mouth obediently.

The two of them just sat in tacit silence, with birds occasionally chirping outside the window and time passing quickly.

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Volume 700: Chapter : The lighter is gone, the account is blocked, and more than yuan is deducted

The girl's injuries were not light, but Xianzhou's treatment method could be described as not dying means not being injured - this was only applicable to ordinary people like Jingliu.

The cultivation these days is mainly spent on spiritual repair.

This time, the woman called the two of them out together and took them to a place that looked like a martial arts training ground.

"The sword is three feet and seven inches long and weighs more than seven pounds. Hold it in your hand and stab the enemy with the pointed end."

The woman in military uniform waved her hand lightly, and the sword jumped up from the weapons rack as if it had a spirit, and then it was unsheathed in her hand and pierced into the girl's side, making a buzzing sound.

This was their conversation, and An Jing didn't care.

There is no need to think or guess, the next step is definitely to recruit disciples.

He originally thought that he had the role of the protagonist, but now he thinks that his younger sister is the one.

He felt that he had no comprehension, and it seemed as if the woman was telling a story. He could not remember clearly, so he simply shifted his focus.

'Ding--'

What a coincidence, the system seems to be playing tricks again.

An Jing felt bitter and could only pray that this bastard would not do anything cruel and shocking again.

'Automatically picked up.'

However, this time the way of picking it up was not the satisfying yet not completely satisfying forced attack. An Jing looked at the exquisite copper hairpin that instantly appeared in his hand, and suddenly felt that this thing looked a little familiar.

The conversation over there suddenly stopped for some reason. An Jing raised his head and found that two girls, one big and one small, were looking at this side at the same time.