Your Highness always wants to attack me

Chapter 133 The Immortal on the Cloud (16)

Ming Cen supported him and looked down: "Stand still, I'll take a look for you."

But the young man held her waist and refused to get up. He kept whispering: "It hurts... it hurts so much."

Ming Cen: "..."

resignedly.

Mingcen had no choice but to recite a formula and send the large pendant back to his residence.

Ming Cen helped Ci Jing to the bed, and half knelt down: "Which foot did you twist?"

There are also reasons for his sprains, and it is not good for her to leave directly.

The boy lowered his eyelashes, gently raised his left foot, and obediently replied, "This one."

"Ah."

Ming Cen hesitated for a moment, seeing that there was no disgust on the boy's face, he took off his shoes and socks.

Sure enough, he saw the red patch on his porcelain white ankle.

It's twisted.

"Do you have Dieda ointment here?"

"Yes, it's on the table over there." Ci Jing pointed in a direction and said.

Ming Cen got up and took the ointment, and handed it to Ci Jing: "No bone is hurt, just apply some medicine and it will be fine."

Ci Jing's face froze, and he asked in a low voice, "Should I... paint it myself?"

Mingcen nodded: "Apply it yourself."

The handsome young man pursed his lips, wringing his fingers, and stopped talking.

Ming Cen: "..."

After a while, Ming Cen was defeated and sighed, "I'll paint it for you."

It was you who didn't like my closeness before, but now it's you who craves me.

Teenage heart, sea needle.

Pulling the ice veil back a little, Ming Cen knelt down again, took some ointment and put it in the palm of his hand, then gently stroked the young man's beautiful ankle, and slowly rubbed the medicine away.

The young man with beautiful features sat quietly by the bed, his gentle eyes passing over her inch by inch, and the curve of his beautiful thin lips could not be suppressed no matter what.

The hazy moonlight fell through the window sills and gently fell on the fairy in white with picturesque eyebrows.

The light veil covering her face added a bit of ethereal beauty to her already hard-to-look face. The silver-white Taoist robes were scattered all over the floor, like epiphyllum blooming in the night, like a dream.

The piece of skin that was gently rubbed felt the cool temperature of her palm, as if touched by electricity, crisp and numb.

The thick long eyelashes drooped down, and the delicate facial features of Xianjun in white looked extraordinarily soft under the light.

In a daze, Ci Jing remembered that when he sprained his foot last time, she also helped him apply medicine so gently.

Even the movements are almost exactly the same.

"All right."

Ming Cen took his hand back, looked up and saw the slight smile on the young man's face, he couldn't help but pause for breath.

"Thank you Xianjun."

Mingcen looked away hastily: "...it's okay."

Mingcen didn't get up in a hurry. After hesitating for a long time, he still asked awkwardly: "Is the injury you suffered before getting better?"

Ci Jing knew what she was asking, and his eyebrows and eyes were bent: "Xianjun's medicine is very good, those injuries will heal soon."

Ming Cen was silent for a long while: "...Sorry."

Cijing was stunned for a moment, then leaned down, looked at her and said, "It's okay, I know it's not you."

it's not your fault.

"Do you believe me?" Her voice could not hide surprise.

"Well, I believe it." The young man smiled slightly, his eyes were like stars, "You were not like this before."

The figure of the white-robed Immortal Lord suddenly froze, and a chill spread rapidly from his limbs.

"…Me in the past?"

Ming Cen's eyes turned cold inch by inch, and now she finally knew who Ci Jing was thinking of when she was looking at her.

His intimacy and smile are for that "Ming Cen" who has been with him for a year, and is the "Ming Cen" who was once the favored son of heaven and half-step into a god.

It's her reincarnation, not her.

Suddenly, the frosty-faced Immortal Lord smiled, but his eyes were bitingly cold.

It's ridiculous.

It was because he occupied her body that he gained the boy's trust.

Like a thief occupying a magpie's nest.

He looked at her eyes full of nostalgia, but he stabbed her eyes severely.

...none of her.

All his intimacy, attachment, tenderness... are not her.

Ming Cen stood up abruptly, looked at the confused young man with a gloomy expression, and said word by word: "Before you tell me anything, it wasn't me."

that's not me!

Seeing her uneasy expression, Ci Jing subconsciously apologized: "I'm sorry... I forgot that you don't remember what happened before..."

"I told you I'm not her!" Ming Cen interrupted the young man abruptly, feeling suffocated.

Ci Jing was stunned: "...what's wrong with you?"

Ming Cen bit his lip hard, didn't say a word, turned and left directly, no matter how young Ren called her from behind, he didn't turn his head.

She couldn't stay any longer, afraid that seeing the boy's gentle eyebrows, she would not be able to help but tell him the cruel truth.

The Ming Cen in his memory was long gone.

He likes "Mingcen", right?

Even Jianzong who came for her.

They met a long time ago, and they have been together for a year in the mortal world.

But even if he inherited her memory, he would not become her.

Ming Cen staggered on the road, hot tears flowed down and melted into the soil.

A bitter smile appeared on his face.

original……

You're looking at her.

Suddenly, my mind was in chaos, all kinds of voices were noisy, and I had a splitting headache.

— Before you came to Yunze Palace, I was by His Highness's side.

—Hey, so you are also a phoenix!Originally, I was afraid that His Highness would not let me go, but now that you are with him, I feel at ease.

—Brother Rong Fu... Did you take me in just because Goddess Chi Qiong and I are both Phoenixes?

—What am I in front of you?
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Ci Jing still sat motionless on the edge of the bed, looking down at the overturned ointment, and gradually clenched his hand by his side into a fist.

At this moment, hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

It was Ming Cen who had gone and returned.

Ci Jing was overjoyed, his originally gloomy face melted instantly.

But before the phrase "Immortal Monarch" could be uttered, the young man was suddenly pushed down on the bed by Ming Cen.

Afterwards, someone grabbed his slender neck so hard that he couldn't breathe.

Is "she" back again? ?

Ci Jing instinctively held the hand of the person on her body, trying to tear her away.

Suddenly, there was a touch of liquid sliding down his face, and the boy's pupils suddenly constricted.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

That layer of gauze lightly covered the two of them from behind Ming Cen.

She slowly leaned down, tears falling down drop by drop, which also burned his heart.

"Isn't it a sense of accomplishment to watch me fall into the dust for you again? Isn't it fun to treat me like one of those pets who can come and go when you call me?"

Ci Jing panted slightly, trying to comfort Ming Cen: "I didn't..."

"Do you think that the sword you stabbed in my chest has no scars, so I can treat it as if it doesn't exist?"

The boy's movements suddenly froze, and his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

Could it be that she...remembered the events of her previous life?

　Jing Ci: What to do?Cen Cen seems very angry? qaq
　　Ming Cen: Heh, how dare you strangle my neck? ?I strangle you! !
　　#Pinch each other#
　　
　
(End of this chapter)