The Villain Has Been Coveting Me For A Long Time - Chapter 103

In the dream, a white figure flew over and stood in front of him. He turned his back to him, his clothes fluttered, and a small wind was brought up because of his speed. The wind picked up Shen Fengyue’s broken hair, and he saw that the Cthulhu’s blow was completely destroyed by his predecessors. Blocked.

“Zhang Hansheng…”

“Zhang Hansheng!” Shen Fengyue woke up from her dream, sweating profusely, and his back was wet with sweat. He sat up, wiped his forehead with his hand, and gasped.

After about a minute, he suddenly remembered something and looked around, wanting to see the white figure in his dream.

“You finally woke up and have been in a coma for many days.” A voice sounded. Fu Zhengguang walked in from the door and happened to see Shen Fengyue wake up.

Shen Fengyue asked him: “Where is Zhang Hansheng? How is he?”

When Fu Zhengguang heard the words, his expression moved slightly, his eyes dodged, and all his expressions were reduced. This made Shen Fengyue even more worried. He got off the bed, pulled his sleeve and asked again: “Where is Zhang Hansheng?”

“Zhang Daochang…Oh.” Fu Zhengguang sighed and said, “I’ll take you to see him.”

He took Shen Fengyue to another room. The room was neat and filled with a strong smell of herbs.

Shen Fengyue has a keen sense of smell, and the strong and overbearing herbal scent is a bit choking. He gently concealed his mouth and nose with his hands, his eyes wandering around the room, and then he was attracted by one place.

It was a very ordinary bed, but the person lying on it was familiar.

Zhang Hansheng’s outer shirt has been removed, leaving only a thin shirt. He was lying on the bed, covered with bedding, and against the soft bedding, he appeared fragile and weak.

Shen Fengyue couldn’t help but slowed down her breathing, for fear that a heavy breathing would wake him up, and then walked slowly on tiptoes to the edge of his bed.

Zhang Hansheng was seriously injured, his face was white, with an abnormal blue color, and his lips were pale and dry. He breathed weakly, and even the ups and downs in his chest were small.

It’s hard to imagine that a person who once seemed so powerful now becomes such an appearance, which makes people feel heartache, and great sadness rises from the heart to the top.

Shen Fengyue’s movements were extremely light throughout, but Zhang Hansheng was still awakened.

He has always been alert, and small things can make him wake up instantly. Even though the body is seriously injured now, the sensitivity of the subconscious has never disappeared.

Zhang Hansheng’s eyelashes trembled, and then slowly raised his eyelids. After a second or two, his eyes became clear. He looked up and found that it was Shen Fengyue, and the two were silent for a while.

“Zhang Hansheng…” Shen Fengyue sniffed, with a deep cry in her tone. The eyes were covered with a layer of water, the eye sockets were slightly red, and the eyelids blinked up and down, as if tears were about to fall in the next second.

Zhang Hansheng moved his fingers slightly and raised his hand as if he wanted to grab the corner of his clothes, but after thinking about it, he finally put it down.

“I’m okay.” The voice was hoarse, and most of the air sounds.

“You let me see if your wound is good?” He asked in a declarative tone, and before Zhang Hansheng agreed, he went to pick up his clothes.

As soon as he was about to start, he saw Zhang Hansheng’s arms pressed on the bedding, his eyes full of resistance. When Shen Fengyue met him, he gently shook his head from side to side.

“No.”

Shen Fengyue didn’t know his injury, and was angry and anxious. Now seeing him behave like a child, he simply laughed angrily. He brought Zhang Hansheng’s two hands together, and then pressed his wrist with one hand. Zhang Hansheng was puzzled and looked at him calmly throughout the whole process, without any sense of resistance.

In the next second, he buckled the opponent’s wrist and pulled it up, pressing it on the board behind the bed, while the other hand moved quickly to lift Zhang Hansheng’s shirt.

Zhang Hansheng: “…”

The thin coat was lifted, and the thin waist was revealed before his eyes, followed by the smooth muscles of the abdomen. The scenery of the people under him is really dazzling, but this is not the time to indulge in them.

Shen Fengyue shifted his sight and landed on Zhang Hansheng’s chest.

On the left side of the chest, which is probably the position of the heart, there is a long-lasting black air under the surface of the skin. The black energy hovered there with majestic strength, and every time the mist lingered, it caused a tremor in the heart, and the veins and veins were abnormally prominent.

“This is…” Shen Fengyue suffocated. He shook his hands and wanted to touch it, but was afraid to touch it. He could only stay in mid-air, not far from his heart.

Fu Zhengguang was also on the side. He turned his face away, seemingly unbearable, but he still told the truth to Shen Fengyue: “His heart is damaged. If he can’t be healed in time, I’m afraid, I’m afraid…”

He didn’t say the rest, but everyone present knew what it meant.

If he can’t get medical treatment in time, I’m afraid he will die soon.

Shen Fengyue stared blankly at the black mist, watching it erode Zhang Hansheng’s vitality. Suddenly, my eyes went black, and the intertwined colors of gold and red flashed in front of the retina, and several pictures passed quickly in front of my eyes.

Vaguely he seemed to hear a bright gunshot, followed by the splash of heavy objects falling into the water. He raised his hand and touched his face, only to feel that it was an illusion. There was no water splashing on his face…

An inexplicable but huge sorrow floated to the bottom of his heart, his nose was sour, the mist filled his eyes, and his eyes were covered with water. Then, big drops of tears fell, drop by drop on Zhang Hansheng’s chest.

The sensation of hot and humid in the chest was so obvious, the tears were spotted on the chest, and then the heat was instantly taken away, leaving only cold.

When Shen Fengyue looked at Zhang Hansheng, she suddenly relieved all her strength, she couldn’t make a sound, she cried so much that she couldn’t stop trembling with tears.

It is rare for him to cry like this, like Zhang Hansheng caught off guard by tears coming from the storm. He looked at all this with a sense of helplessness, grabbed the corner of his clothes, and quickly said: “How come you cry like this, don’t cry anymore, I’m fine, I’ll get better.”

Shen Fengyue let him pull it, watching him dimly with teary eyes, and immediately denied his words in her heart.

lie! You just don’t get better like this, okay? !

Zhang Hansheng’s hand moved upward from the corner of his clothes, and finally landed on Shen Fengyue’s face. He plucked up the courage and wiped the tears from his face with long fingers, but it was a drop in the bucket, and Shen Fengyue soon cried again.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry…” Zhang Hansheng is at a loss, his mouth is dumb, he can’t persuade people, and he doesn’t know what to persuade, so he can only repeat these two words in order to figure out Let Shen Fengyue’s tears stop.

Shen Fengyue cried loudly, the water in the whole plant body rose, and Zhang Hansheng’s hands were wet with tears in the blink of an eye. He narrowed his mouth, crying so much that he couldn’t explain his words clearly: “I don’t know why, but I’m so sad that I can’t stop crying. Don’t die, don’t die, I’m so afraid that you will die. Zhang Hansheng, what should I do if you die. What if you leave me alone.”

Zhang Hansheng put down the hand, wiped all the tears from his hand on the bedding, and then changed his hand to wipe the tears for him.

Right now the room was almost a farce. The visitors were crying, and the sick person was lying on the bed to wipe his tears, and there was still an electric light bulb spinning around in the room sorrowfully.

They were so noisy that they disturbed the sleeping spirit body. The spirit body opened his eyes and said tremblingly: “Don’t cry, I have something to do…ah!”

Before she finished speaking, she saw Shen Fengyue take off a shoe smoothly, and threw it over there without looking at the audio location, her head was extremely accurate, and she was centered on the head of the spiritual body.

Spirit body: “…” silently put down the shoes, it took a deep breath, calmed down, and then amplified the voice to cover the others: “Don’t cry, uncle has a way to save your partner! It makes my head hurt when I cry. Up.”

For a while, no one thought of correcting the problem of his title. All three people in the room turned their eyes to it. The crying person stopped crying, but he couldn’t stop crying. The person who wiped his tears finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the sorrowful person stabilized his dizzy figure.

Being watched by so many people, this is a treatment that a spirit body has never had before, and he feels that he has face.

So he cleared his throat pretentiously, and then said: “If you want to save him, there is no way. Legend has it that thousands of years of ginseng can cure all. What’s more, this Daoist who is already a strong body. If you can find Thousand-Year Ginseng, all problems will be solved.”

“It’s just that thousand-year ginseng is rare…” It sighed quietly.

The scene fell into silence for a while.

Unexpectedly, the solution was so simple. Shen Fengyue was silent for a moment, and then silently said: “I will come when I go.”

He got up and went out, turned to the next room, let the system turn on the pain shield, and then turned his hand into a prototype.

Hanmang flashed, and a section of the ginseng body broke off. He picked up the section of ginseng and returned to the room. He raised the section of ginseng in the eyes of everyone and said: “How to eat it, raw or stewed.”

Everyone present was shocked. The spirit body had never seen such a cruel person, oh no, grass essence, his lips were wide open, and it took a long time to find his own voice: “You, you, you are…”

Fu Zhengguang turned his mind and thought about it carefully. He pointed to Shen Fengyue: “You are actually a thousand-year ginseng?”

Shen Fengyue nodded, still holding the cut of ginseng and asked again: “How to eat?”

If he is a thousand-year-old ginseng, then this piece of ginseng must have been cut off from him, and everyone looked at him and saw that his left sleeve was empty.

He actually chopped off his hand.

Zhang Hansheng retracted his eyes, his eyes darkened, looking thoughtful.

“Just cut it down, it’s spiritual enough, just eat it raw,” said the spirit body.

Shen Fengyue walked to the bed and handed the cut of ginseng to Zhang Hansheng’s lips: “Hurry up, eat it.”

Zhang Hansheng didn’t eat, but instead asked him: “What do you do with your hands.” His eyes kept staring at Shen Fengyue Kongkong’s left sleeve.

Shen Fengyue hid her left sleeve behind her back to prevent him from seeing it, and then smiled and said, “Well, I’m a plant. It will grow in a few days, much faster than you humans.”

Zhang Hansheng gave a hum, but never opened his mouth.

“Ah -” Shen Fengyue made a gesture of opening her mouth, motioning Zhang Hansheng to open her mouth. The latter was unmoved, and even slightly turned his head away, with full resisting intentions: “I can’t bite your hand.”

Shen Fengyue: “…”

Okay, you have to follow him. Working hard for a miracle, Shen Fengyue bit the piece of ginseng in his mouth, and then pinched Zhang Hansheng’s cheek with one hand. As soon as he opened his mouth, he instantly leaned over, mouth to mouth, and fed the ginseng into his mouth.

The innate spirit body melted at the mouth, and Zhang Hansheng was too shocked. When the ginseng in his mouth turned into cold liquid, he swallowed with a move of his throat.

Seeing the success, Shen Fengyue let go.

Thousand-year ginseng is very effective, and it didn’t take long for Zhang Hansheng’s face to turn into health and redness. When Shen Fengyue opened his shirt, he found that the black mist inside had dispersed, and his chest was intact.

He smiled and curled his eyebrows: “Great, you are finally well.”

Zhang Hansheng looked at him, hummed softly, and then the corners of his lips were quietly raised.

People were all right, and Shen Fengyue began to hide again. He said, “Why don’t you thank me?”

Zhang Hansheng obediently said, “Thank you.”

Shen Fengyue raised her eyebrows and hummed softly from her nose: “Heh, you are not sincere at all. In terms of age, I am your elder, so you should respect it.”

Zhang Hansheng: “…”

“The old man is a thousand years old.” Shen Fengyue lowered her voice and forced to pretend to be deep.

Zhang Hansheng looked at him silently, feeling a little itchy in his hands. He stretched out a finger, clicked on the cinnabar mole on the center of his eyebrow, and then gently pushed it back.

His action of applying cinnabar moles was somewhat familiar, as if someone had done it before, but Shen Fengyue couldn’t remember it for a while. He froze in place, and was pushed backwards foolishly.

This action stabbed Zhang Hansheng’s smile somehow, only to hear him laugh lowly, his chest trembling slightly.

The laughter got into people’s ears, and Shen Fengyue, who had driven him, also laughed, his eyebrows were crooked, and his eyes were full of smile.

Great, Zhang Hansheng is fine, he can’t lose him anymore.