The Group Pet Sister Became the Petite Bag of the Powerful Minister - Chapter 802

   Chapter 802 Uncle’s Compensation 6

Si Yu was stunned, accepted it for a long time, and pressed his hand between his eyebrows, “There’s really no chance of recovery? Sect Leader Penglai, can you think of a way. Ah Zhao is a girl, she can’t accept it. “

  Penglai raised his brows and said with great interest, “My scoundrel has even experienced death, but he is only lame, why can’t he accept it? I think you despise her, right?”

  Siyu frowned, “How could this king despise Ah Zhao?”

   “It’s hard to say.”

  Penglai patted Siyu on the shoulder with the whisk, and said in the presence of the old god, “After all, you are the regent king who dominates the government, but your princess is a lame person. It’s a shame to say it out, isn’t it?

  When it comes to New Years and festivals in the future, the two of you are just a joke in people’s mouths.

   I hope that scoundrel of mine can withstand the pressure of gossip. “

  Siyu frowned into a pimple.

   He was not in the mood to listen to Penglai’s sarcastic remarks, so he turned his head and rushed into the room.

  Penglai shook his head and smiled, and walked out leisurely.

The    figure became lighter and lighter as he walked.

Before    was about to disappear, he thought of what Song Zhao asked again.

  Why is Siyu still alive after rebirth?

   “Huh, that’s not because I’m worried that you have lived two lives, but you don’t even have a man.”

  Penglai muttered in his heart, “Being a teacher for one day is a father for life, and for a teacher, you have to complete the lifelong affairs of your own apprentices. This can be regarded as a teacher, giving you the last gift.”

   What he didn’t say was.

  He gave Si Yu this life with his selfishness.

What    paid is also the price of his eternal existence.

   What about the Son of Heaven?

   In front of life, everyone is equal.

   “I only have this life left. With the blessing of that scoundrel, I can finally take a good rest.”

  Xianfeng Daogu’s figure completely disappeared in the mundane dust.

  *

  Siyu entered the room, sat beside the bed and watched Song Zhao.

  The girl was still asleep, her face white and haggard.

   He lifted the silkworm quilt on her knees and touched the thick gauze wrapped around her knees.

  Penglai’s words kept revolving in his mind.

   Can’t stand up again.

   He pursed his lips and took a deep breath.

  Song Zhao opened his eyes, and looked at Shang Siyu with guilt.

   She moved and said softly, “Why are you looking at me with this expression?”

  Siyu stared at her for a while, then said with difficulty, “Your master said that your knees need to be taken care of, and you may not be able to walk for a long time.”

  Song Zhao blinked, his expression hardly changed, he only turned his body sideways, “Come up and hug me.”

  Siyu quickly took off his boots, lay beside Song Zhao, and hugged the girl’s soft body according to his words.

  The bedroom is quiet.

   The bedside candles glowed warmly in the lantern, and swayed together with the interlaced breathing of the two of them.

  Song Zhao hugged the man’s body tightly.

  Siyu’s palm wrapped around her waist, the breath that belonged to him, aggressively penetrated into her five senses, a world of two that belonged to them.

  Song Zhao, who just came out of a hundred years of memory, thinks this taste is so precious.

   Almost lost it.

   couldn’t help but take a deep breath to make sure it really existed.

   “You don’t have to worry, I know my knees won’t get better.”

  Song Zhao pressed his lips against his bulging Adam’s apple and spoke softly.

  Siyu’s body tensed for a moment, but he was not as happy as usual, but full of heartache.

   His chin rested on her forehead, and his voice was deliberately soothing, “Maybe the head of Penglai is just not good at orthopedics, you take good care of it, I will find a better doctor for you, and I will definitely let us Ah Zhao live and breathe.”

   Knees are fine.

   Song Zhao is pretending.

   For the sake of the next plot, I won’t worry about it.

   (end of this chapter)