Author: Foxyin Badao

"I should ask Dr. Xia this sentence?" Tao Yan stared at Xia Buliang and asked back.

The two of them intertwined and gathered in the air, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity arose. They were silent for a few breaths, and a sense of tranquility spread in the room.

Tao Yan was the first to break the silence, and the mouth was lightly opened, and a faint fragrance of orchids burst out. She seemed to be surrounded by an inexplicable elegant fragrance. Xia Buliang could easily smell it from a distance, and he couldn't help but move his nose.

"Thank you for your care over the past few days. It's not that I don't want to tell you about my past and identity, but because I have too many enemies and don't want you to get involved in these grievances in the world. Doctor Xia just needs to shelter Gao Xing from a residence as usual. When our skills recover, we will naturally kill the enemy."

Xia Buliang nodded, "How long does it take for you?"

"It can be as long as one year, as much as three years." Tao Yan smiled with a smile on her lips. She was obviously happy that her tender and cute face looked elegant and dignified.

"I really don't need my help?" Xia Buliang confirmed.

"I can see that Doctor Xia is not an ordinary doctor. Since he is willing to live in seclusion here and enjoy the leisure life of the people in the city, why bother to be involved in the revenge of the world? Besides, my skills are not low, but I was attacked by a thousand swords and mistakenly believed in the traitor, and then I fell to this point."

When talking about the word "Sad Thousand Killings", Taoyan especially aggravated her tone and felt a sense of gritting her teeth.

Xia Buliang also noticed this, "A person who got killed thousands of times?"

"Yes, he took advantage of the critical moment of my practice, otherwise I wouldn't be injured? Of course, that man was also injured by me and had already died. What a pity, if he was still alive, I wouldn't let him die so easily!"

When Taoyan thought of the scene that day, she was so angry that she almost shouted, "He Xinlang, this leader is not enough to kill you a thousand times!"

If memory goes back to that day, it is the critical moment of practicing martial arts. The leader of the Demon Sect kept changing into various strange illusions. She could not tell clearly which ones were true and which were false.

It's like constantly experiencing other people's lives.

Sometimes it is a simple and hardworking cloth weaving girl, sometimes it is a female top scholar with outstanding words, and sometimes it is a general who fights on the battlefield.

Before He Qiangwang took action, the illusion turned her into a bride with a phoenix crown and a red veil on her head.

She sat in the sedan chair, amid the lively and festive sound of suona, and was supported by the matchmaker, and greeted her husband with great honor.

She knew that everything she saw was false, but when she was in it, she could not completely let go of her heart. She couldn't help but look at the groom's appearance through the red veil. Only when her eyes were blocked, she could only see a blurry figure.

What kind of person will your husband be?

Will you be in love and harmony with yourself for the rest of your life?

She was sent into the wedding chamber and sat on the wedding bed. She couldn't help but feel nervous when she listened to the sound of footsteps gradually approaching. Her heartbeats thumped, and she grabbed the red wedding dress with both hands.

Every girl would look forward to this moment, even though she knew it was fake, her trembling and excited body was still devoted to it. Her ten fingers were tangled together and bit her moist lips lightly.

Finally, her red veil was lifted by a pair of slender and fair hands.

Then, she saw a handsome and handsome face.

The sword eyebrows, starry eyes, and the eyes are bright. The tough lines and outlines on the face are not like craftsmen, but rather the beauty of natural creation.

It seemed like a gentle but unscathing light reflected into her long-awaited eyes.

If it were on weekdays, she would just praise the other person and say it was good-looking, but now she was in the wedding chamber and because of the various preludes before, she really felt moved and fell in love with the man in this illusion at first sight.

I had the urge to spend my whole life with him, and to wash my hands and make soup for him.

She lowered her head shyly, and her eyebrows were slightly frowned, like a budding lotus in the lake, unable to bear the tenderness of the spring breeze.

Her beautiful and charming lips raised slightly and she shouted softly: "Husband."

But just as this shout of love pouring in all her love was heard, a sword suddenly pierced into her heart.

The violent stinging sensation broke all the beauty, and the dreamlike illusion broke and disappeared.

There was no so-called bridal chamber, nor did the groom who came to lift her red veil. In front of her, a man held a sword in his hand, blindfolded his eyes with a black cloth, and ruthlessly pierced the sword into his heart.

"I am the assassin of Fenghua Xueyue Palace. He Xinlang, who came to take the life of the leader on his order. I'm sorry." He apologized.

Her heart suddenly fell from heaven to hell, and her unspeakable emotions filled her brain. She took action angrily and took off the other party's blindfolded gauze.

Time quietly solidifies here, and this face is no different from the husband in the illusion.

When He Xinlang saw the other person's appearance, even if he closed his eyes at the first time, it would have no effect. The most terrifying charm in the world was enough to make him stunned and deeply obsessed.

She made a move and knocked He Xinlang away, who escaped and fled, and she was injured and could no longer pursue him.

Later I heard that He Xinlang was unable to bear the joint efforts of the eight guardians in the religion, and fell into the volcanic lava exhausted, without any bones.

After hearing this news, she didn't know whether it was resentment, unwillingness or other emotions, but she even shed a tear, heartache and sadness.

"What a pity. If the assassin He Xinlang was captured alive, he would be punished by cutting thousands of knifes to relieve the hatred in my sect leader!" She concealed her emotions and made an angry expression.

Of course, Taoyan doesn't plan to tell Xia Buliang about these things.

From beginning to end, the grudges between the leader of the Demon Cult and He Xinlang, including the civil strife of the Demon Cult, have nothing to do with this doctor.

Taoyan politely declined Xia Buliang's suggestion of helping, "It is already a blessing to meet Dr. Xia here and live in a roof, and I will be lucky. Otherwise, we should have died long ago."

Xia Buliang pondered for a moment. There were countless revenge killings like this. It was common for fighting for fame and fortune. It was full of corpses and blood. It was all for profit.

"Okay, at least before you leave Suxin Hospital, I will treat you equally and be my only disciple. As for whether you go or stay after you recover your skills, you will be the only one who will listen to you."

"Thank you." Taoyan's forehead rolled with beans of sweat, her face turned pale, and her petite body was shaking, as if she would faint at any time.

"I can appear shorter than I thought. Dr. Xia said goodbye. If everything goes well, we will still have the fate to meet."

As soon as Tao Yan finished speaking, she rolled her eyes suddenly and fell directly on the bed.

Seeing everything Xia Buliang shook his head and sighed: "One body, two consciousnesses are really a troublesome thing."
Chapter completed!