Ark, they don't revolve around you

He has a fever, and although he has medicine with him, his condition is still not good.

This was beyond my expectation. After all, there was no weather forecast in this place. The heavy rain blocked the road. I was trapped on the mountain for a night. When I woke up, my consciousness was even more blurred. My fingertips were cold and my whole body was wet, like a drowned dog.

But in the end, Zhuang Ning didn't say anything to Xi and left quietly, as if he had never been there.

As he walked, he felt as if he was going to die. Fortunately, he felt even more uncomfortable and managed to reach the town at the foot of the mountain in time. Otherwise, even if he did not die, he would have been left with problems.

That would be such a pity, dying quietly and possibly being discovered by a passerby the next day. How many people would know about your death?

I really can't accept this.

By then, how many people will be truly sad?

Zhuang Ning exhaled. Fortunately, he was fine. He still had to move forward and go home. How could he be willing to die? !

He had basically broken up with Xi, and he had no intention of having anything to do with her, but the situation was stronger than him, and he had to do some drama.

Xi, you can't forgive me this time, I have to use you...

The rain continued to fall. A year later, Zhuang Ning spoke again, saying the same words: "Here I am again, Xi."

There was really no response, so Zhuang Ning got straight to the point: "Nian disappeared."

There was a sound behind the door, and Zhuang Ning thought to himself that it was just as expected. Nian and Xi seemed to have a bad relationship and incompatible personalities, but they were sisters after all.

"Your second brother has gone mad and is hunting your brothers and sisters."

After a long while, there was finally a soft but sharp voice: "I don't have a sister."

Zhuang Ning was stunned for a moment, then remembered that Xi was really the youngest sister, the only one younger than her was her younger brother.

But the key point of this statement is that your second brother is crazy... Zhuang Ning held his forehead: "Well, he has already taken action against your brothers and sisters."

"What does that have to do with you?" The girl's silence was broken. She stopped pretending and said coldly, "You and I have nothing to do with each other. Do you still want to save me from my second brother?"

She seemed very calm, as if she had expected this day.

"You are a magnanimous person. This is not the time to be willful."

"I don't need you to save me. I don't like people who burn my paintings."

"I burned the painting because I was not in the right state at that time... Never mind, you don't believe it." Zhuang Ning paused, "But I really wanted to save you."

There is no truer sincerity than this.

The door still did not move. From inside came a whisper as thin as the wind of a mosquito: "This is the safest place. I am not afraid of my second brother."

If you are not afraid, you should not respond to me and should continue to pretend to be dead like before...Zhuang Ning could see that she was strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

But he also knew that Yi Xi's personality could not be convinced by words alone. With the previous experience as a lesson, Zhuang Ning was fully prepared this time and took out a folding tent from his backpack.

"Xi." He said softly, "Your home is not safe."

There was no response, but a faint cold snort came from behind the door.

Inside the tent, Zhuang Ning took a bite of the bread. Xi's behavior was as expected. This girl was always so persistent and stubborn.

There was a thunderstorm outside, so he took out his terminal again. There was no signal, and this world had become an isolated island.

It was really cold, not like summer at all, but he didn't mind. He even liked this rainy season and the endless heavy rain.

Sitting in front of the desk in the evening, I don't know how many times I looked back.

A thin wall could not hinder her perception. She did not feel annoyed. When she felt annoyed, her pen became messy and she could not write anything good, so she simply put down her pen.

The ceremony is about to begin.

Are you scared? A little, but not that strong. I had a premonition.

But now she felt very uncomfortable. She couldn't bear it, and when she opened the door for the first time, Zhuang Ning was chewing bread, and their eyes met.

"roll."

"roll?"

"I don't need you!" She decided to express her dissatisfaction in one breath, so that this self-righteous guy could face the reality and know that she was fine with anything, but she didn't need Rhodes Island.

But before she could open her mouth, she heard a dragon's roar. Xi looked back in surprise. The dragon in her painting actually crawled out, its eyes burning like lava.

"How can this be……"

Before she could react, the dragon rushed towards her - actually, it was not a dragon, Xi only drew half of it before stopping.

Even so, he was still swift and powerful. Although Xi was an expert in writing, his body was very weak, especially since he had not been in combat for many years, so he was unable to react in panic.

A dark shadow pounced on him. The man's left arm was tightly bitten by the dragon. His face was distorted, but he still said stubbornly: "I told you, your second brother wants to kill you, I am here to save you."

"Xi, listen to me and don't be so stubborn." He seemed to be in real pain, but he still forced a smile and stretched out his hand to Xi, "You will be fine, because I am here."

PS: I’m stuck in a writer’s block. I haven’t written much after writing for a long time, so today I only have four thousand words.

Adjust my state and try to recover 8,000 words tomorrow.

Chapter 8 He Didn't Tell Me About This (k)

"You will be fine because I am here." He stretched out his hand, which trembled slightly in the air, seemingly reluctantly.

Xi didn't know where Zhuang Ning's confidence came from. In her eyes, the doctor was just a mortal. She rarely got angry for mortals, and once she was angry, she shouldn't stop.

But as he rushed over, the energy seemed to weaken, and he was just in a trance.

"evening?"

After being called, Xi finally reacted and pulled out the scarlet sword. What came out was not the sword light, but the rich ink color. She didn't seem to be dancing with the sword, but painting with fine brushwork.

The ferocious dragon let out a whimpering howl when touched by the sword, as if begging for mercy, but Xi did not stop. He slashed it horizontally for the second time, and ink flowed everywhere. The edge of the sword buried itself into the dragon's body, and the evil beast that came out of the painting turned into a pool of ink.

"I almost thought I was going to be eaten by the Mo Liang." Zhuang Ning sat down and sighed, but a pair of scarlet eyes scanned him from top to bottom.

"You are so weak, yet you still want to save people?" Xi said indifferently, without any trace of the look on her face as she was frightened by the things in her painting. The scarlet sword in her hand disappeared, and what she held was apparently a pen.

I'm not weak, I just don't have the space to perform...Zhuang Ning observed carefully and found that Xi's attitude had improved a lot after he fought back.

Sometimes, weakness is also a good disguise.

Xi grabbed Zhuang Ning's bitten right arm and lifted his sleeve, revealing a bloody mess. The dragon's teeth could even kill a bull. She couldn't bear it and cursed in a low voice, "Idiot."

Zhuang Ning looked seriously injured. The immortality of the system was taking effect and he felt almost no pain. However, Xi didn't know that. He cursed him as an idiot and used a soft brush to outline the curves of blood vessels, bones and skin.

This ability is truly ingenious. Everything in the painting is the finishing touch. In the blink of an eye, broken bones are regenerated and blood vessels are connected, without any signs of injury.

Zhuang Ning blinked, and Xi put away her pen just in time. The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere became awkward.

Xi had a stern face. She was still quite imposing when she didn't speak, with her bangs covering her eyes, looking like someone who had seen all kinds of things in life and traveled all over the world. But perhaps what she was thinking in her heart was, wouldn't it be very embarrassing to forgive him so easily?

Seeing through this, Zhuang Ning naturally knew how to deal with it.

"Xi." He took a deep breath, "I'm sorry for burning your painting."

"I shouldn't have drawn for you." Xi snorted coldly, but the fact that she was willing to mention this matter was already a great concession.

Zhuang Ning smiled and decided in his heart that choosing Xi was the right thing to do. As long as they could meet, he would always find a way to please her.

"Xi, the Mo Liang in your painting just now is out of control." he said.

Xi can give life to the things he draws, which are called Moliang. Many of them bear Xi's shadow, such as "Ayao" who occasionally wanders in the corridor - a small, cute Moliang that bites people fiercely but is usually afraid of loneliness.

When this question was raised, Xi frowned: "My Mo Liang has never had any problems. This is..."

"This must be related to your second brother." Zhuang Ning said with certainty.

"Is it related to my second brother? My second brother hasn't even arrived yet, but when you came, my dragon had problems."

Zhuang Ning coughed. It was indeed he who was more suspicious, but it was politically correct to oppose his second brother. He had the confidence to do so, so he acted righteously: "Even if Mo Liang got into trouble because of my arrival, it was still my second brother's fault."

Xi had a blank expression on her face. She originally wanted to yell at Zhuang Ning, or even lock him in the painting if he still didn't obey.

But just now, this man finally pounced on me, and he was still the same... Xi pursed her lips, not letting her wavering expression show: "I know what you mean, you want to say that my second brother wants to attack me, but so what? I don't trust the court."

"You just need to trust your big brother." Zhuang Ning looked into the room carefully. This was his first time entering Xi's hut.

The first impression is simplicity, neither ostentatious nor crowded. There is an ink tray in front of the desk, and the painting on the spread-out roll of paper has disappeared.

If you go deeper, you can see tall cabinets standing like a forest, recording every detail of the girl's life over the past thousand years.

"I didn't say you could come in!" Xi was furious.

"You have to find some reasons. Your Mo Liang is very important to you." Zhuang Ning said solemnly.

Although he kept putting the blame on his second brother, the moment Mo Liang appeared, Zhuang Ning knew it was related to him.

The familiar throbbing came again, as if being stared at by a giant beast, it was the breath of time.

This is very abnormal. He has his own calculations for choosing Xi. On the one hand, the Grand Tutor has given him trust, and Zhuang Ning must do something to repay him. In the film, he only recognizes Ling and Xi.

Zhuang Ning didn't want to see this woman Ling. Perhaps she could guess what he was thinking. If Zhuang Ning was even more shameless, he would definitely hope that his second brother could plot against Ling first.

Compared to Ling, Xi is easier to bully... No, it's easier to appease.

However, Xi doesn't seem to be simple either, and she is even in a more mysterious position when it comes to the resurrection of the year.

"Xi." Zhuang Ning looked serious, like an old Chinese doctor. "Have you been feeling uneasy lately?"

"We are very familiar with each other? You are trying to get close to me." Xi mocked, but her hand was on her chest.

"Doctor, this is my advice. You are not qualified to be involved in the revival of the year-old. Take your people and leave Dayan as soon as possible."

"Ok?"

"I don't know what the court promised you, but since ancient times, the most mean and ungrateful people have been emperors. They have always abused the people and are all meat eaters." Xi lowered his eyes, "Yan is not as good as he showed. You shouldn't get involved in this matter."

She actually wanted to persuade him to leave. Looking at her cold expression, she must be worried about the doctor in her heart, right?

Looking at her face, Zhuang Ning's heart moved slightly: "Xi, I have a question."

"I'm saying it again, I don't know you well, why are you calling me by my name?"

"Then I'll call you Miss Xi. It's not bad to call you that." Zhuang Ning smiled. "In fact, you don't have any feelings for Rhodes Island. This is just a way for you to get to know the outside world. Why did you suddenly give me a painting?"

"There are so many questions. I have the final say over my paintings. How can mortals understand?"

"Then if I burn it, you will be unhappy again."

Xi blushed a little: "To appreciate gifts from others is the virtue of a gentleman, Doctor, you have disgraced these two words."

"Gentleman, what are you talking about me?"

"Slip of the tongue." Xi looked away, "It's rare for someone to be so fascinated by my paintings, Doctor."

She was trying to change the subject. Zhuang Ning thought to himself, but said, "It's just that people don't understand."

"But why do I have to understand? I disdain those who think highly of themselves. A painting is just a painting. It's enough to think it's beautiful. Why do I have to appreciate it? On the contrary, you, Doctor, are more appealing to me..."

Xi Bujue had said too much again, so he pretended not to notice and said with a calm face, "In short, most people can't look directly at my paintings. If you can see the beauty in them, then the paintings are worth giving to me as a gift."

But how to explain the year... Zhuang Ning still felt something was wrong. It was late at night and there was a violent storm outside. A year ago, he was still outside in the rain, but when he really met Xi, it only took a few words to resolve the "misunderstanding".

It's really easy.

Zhuang Ning sighed softly, his expression not so happy because he had new worries.

Painting? He really wanted to see Xi paint, but if the painting was related to Sui, that would be another matter.

The rain was getting louder and louder, and it seemed as if one could hear the sound of beating drums.

--No.

If you listen carefully, it is more like the pulsation of a heart, with each contraction and expansion having a rhythm!

Zhuang Ning's hands and feet felt a little cold. The lightning fell, and the light shone through the hollow carved skylight, illuminating his profile.

In a corner that Xi couldn't see, the corners of Zhuang Ning's mouth slowly curved.

"I see." He murmured, "I see."

Heart sounds are more intense.

Something was coming. Xi's face turned pale and she came to Zhuang Ning: "You should go!"

"What about you?" Zhuang Ning asked.

"I'll take care of it." Xi became more serious. She was rarely so panicked, but she couldn't suppress the fear and confusion on her face.

She said in a low and harsh voice, but it was almost like a plea: "Go away."

As soon as the words fell, a sneer was heard, and a loud dragon roar was heard from somewhere, accompanied by a prompt from the system in Zhuang Ning's ear.