Chapter 952

When she was hurriedly called by night God, she saw almost a blood man.

Frost and cold are full of injuries. Those wounds can't be healed with magic power, so she can only lie down like that, keep them in a fine temperature with a panacea, and recover slowly.

This kind of frost must be taken care of.

Although the relationship between yeshenzun and her is good, after all, it is male, and there are many inconveniences, so she was called.

Wang Shu took good care of the frost and cold for 400 years.

That is to say, in these four hundred years, she can see what kind of feelings the man she admires holds for another woman.

She often stood outside the door and watched the night God sitting quietly in front of the frosty hospital bed. Once sitting, it would be a whole day.

He looked at her with a familiar look.

Because she often looks at the night God with the same eyes.

It's no wonder that the night God, who is gentle and doesn't like to kill, became close friends with the tyrant and lawless sword ancestor.

It's no wonder that the night God who doesn't like spirits can brew the strongest wine among the three realms.

When she understood this, Wangshu was so cold in her heart that no one knew except herself.

But she was just gloomy.

She is still taking good care of the frost and cold, perfectly completing the entrustment of the night God, waiting for her rival to wake up.

After lying on the bed for four hundred years, frost finally recovered consciousness.

Of course, she just regained consciousness. She was still lying in bed, hurt all over and coughed for a long time.

But it's starting to recover.

In that period of time, Wang Shu really knew the frost of Jianzu.

She's really a hard woman to hate.

She is domineering, upright and proud, but she shows all these things in an honest and upright manner.

She didn't even understand night God's feelings for herself.

If it wasn't for later, Wang Shu thought, maybe I would become a good friend with frost and cold, and then I would hold the look of appreciation and jealousy, and watch her and night God continue to be "close friends".

Jin Li listens to Wang Shu's confession in silence.

She felt that Wangshu goddess was a little pitiful, but Tiandao father didn't seem to be much better.

In this kind of feeling, the person who falls in love first always has to suffer a lot.

When she thought of this, she thought of Lu Zhengya.

In the world, what kind of mood is he in, listening to his indifference and rejection?

Jin Li closed her eyes and forced herself not to think.

The dead are hard to follow, such as thinking about the present.

Later, she was a little better to him, a little better. Both of them are OK. Let's go together.

"So what happened?" She asked.

At that time, Wang Shu's face had recovered calm, and she became the quiet and cold goddess in the Moon Palace.

"Then, one night, I went out for a walk and saw the night God drinking alone."

The night God seldom drinks alcohol, let alone when the frost and cold nourish the wound.

He would go to see the frost almost every day. It was impossible for him to bring a smell of wine to see her.

As much as night God knows frost and cold, so much as Wangshu knows night God.

He has something on his mind.

And it's a very difficult, even unsolvable worry.

Wang Shu can't help but walk over and ask him what happened.

Thanks to those glasses of wine, she managed to pry open the mouth of the night God.

"I saw something." Night God's eyes are slightly drunk, which is the pain that can't be hidden.