Chapter 109： Where to save the fairy

But when her lips were almost touching Song Ning's lips, Song Ning's eyes suddenly opened.

Four eyes are opposite.

"Ah!" Xiaolian flicked her body backward and stood upright: "Xian, Xianren, you are awake!"

Song Ning looked at him.

In the morning, a woman's boudoir, a girl.

"In the village?" Song Ning's voice was weak.

"Huh!" Xiaolian said nervously.

"You saved me." Song Ning said again.

"Hmm!" Xiaolian nodded again in a hurry.

Song Ning wanted to sit up, but found that his body was a bit painful. Looking down, he found that his injury was still not good.

Recalling that before, the body was almost bitten into two parts by the monster, now it ’s a blessing that he did n’t die. After the internal inspection, Song Ning found that his body was almost good, at least there was no problem with the veins and muscles. .

"Thank you." Song Ning exhaled for a long time: "How long have I been in a coma."

"Several hours." Xiaolian's body stiffly took a few steps back suddenly: "Me and my father said that you would wake him up and tell him the first time, I'm gone!"

Xiaolian finished running out of the room.

Song Ning recalled the scene last night, he felt that the monster seemed to be flying by some kind of power, but what kind of power, he could not guess, now that he was injured in the body, he wanted to take some gold sores out of the storage ring Dan, but thought Jin Jindan had been used up in the previous battle, and now he can only wait for the wound to heal itself.

In a short while, more than 800 people from the top and bottom of the village knew all the news that Song Ning woke up, and the village head's house was immediately packed.

Squeak, the door was pushed open.

The head of the village walked into the room, saw Song Ning awake, knelt down and started to kowtow: "Thank you, fairy."

His kowtow, whether it was followed in the room, in the yard, or still unable to squeeze into the village head's house on the street, all followed kowtow.

"Thank you fairy!"

This voice came into Song Ning's ears and was familiar.

Last night, if there were no such sounds, Song Ning might have lost his mind long ago, and he might not have died long ago.

He looked at the village head, an elderly old man. The old man's expression was moving and extremely respectful. This respect showed care, not fear.

"Old man, please get up soon." Song Ning's voice was slightly weak.

The head of the village stood up next to Song Ning: "Last night, thanks to the rescue of the fairy, more than 800 people from the top and bottom of the wooden village were grateful. I do n’t have a panacea, but I hope the fairy can get better soon. I do n’t know how I can help the fairy."

Song Ning slowly shook her head: "No, I will be fine in a few hours, thank you for your rescue, thank you."

The head of the village hurriedly bowed: "If it weren't for the princess's mercy, we would have died. The princess was injured for me, and it was natural for me to do my best, and the princess would thank me, it would hurt me."

"It's all humans, why don't you talk about it? I want to retreat for a few hours. I'm afraid to let the villagers back off, refuting your enthusiasm and asking the village head to help explain." Song Ning said.

The head of the village bowed: "The fairy screamed at any command. This is Xiaolian, the daughter of the house, and she will wait at the door."

Song Ning nodded without saying much, and the village head and everyone retreated.

In the yard, Song Ning heard the village chief lowering his voice: "The fairy is harmless, but needs rest. No one is allowed to speak aloud today, so go back to your home, what should you do, and wait for the fairy to recover, you come to visit the fairy. "

"If there are children in the family, all are well looked forward to. Don't be slapstick and playful. The fairy is injured for me, so I can't drag the fairy anymore, okay?"

If it was usual, everyone would answer loudly, but now, they nodded their heads one by one with their mouths closed, and then dispersed.

The village chief saw that everyone was gone, the voice was very quiet, said to Xiaolian: "Daughter, wait here, the fairy needs to meet any needs, he was injured for our wooden village, knowing the grace, even if it is to Those who have lost you must agree. "

Xiaolian heard the words, biting her lower lip and smirking, "Daddy!"

The head of the village shook his head, turned around, and left. Xiaolian's face was like a ripe peach, hanging down, sitting at the door, waiting.

Song Ning took a deep breath, then spit out and began to vomit.

Spiritual power circulates in Song Ning's body. For monks, breathing and breathing is the basic way of cultivation and the basic method of healing. Spiritual power runs in the meridians for a week, and then leaves spiritual power in the body. , Can nourish the meridians.

Although Song Ning's current meridians are already strong, he can still speed up his recovery through tuna.

Under the effect of Song Ning's powerful meridians and suffocation, the skin and wounds healed completely after two hours.

Song Ning sat up and the herbs on his body had dried up. He picked up some herbs and smelled them on the tip of his nose. The medicinal properties of this herb were good, and it seemed to have some spirituality.

After drying the herbs, the wound did not have any scars, but Song Ning found that he didn't even wear pants.

After taking out the clothes from the storage ring, Song Ning shouted, "Little Lotus?"

‘Creep’

The door opened and Xiaolian walked into the room: "Xiaolian is here, what is the fairy ..."

Xiaolian looked at Song Ning in surprise when she was halfway through, and her eyes were full of incredible: "How are you, fairy?"

Hesitant to be too surprised, Xiaolian said this, although there are more than 800 people in the Mud Village, but it is not big, plus Xiaolian has a loud voice because of excessive surprise, and everyone in the Mud Village Waiting quietly for Song Ning to recover, everyone heard the news of Song Ning's recovery for the first time.

The village head's house was full in an instant, and the village head rushed over with a cane.

Song Ning looked at the group of enthusiastic villagers and felt guilty in his heart. He was guilty that he had not been able to save the villagers in several other villages before.

"Fairy!" When the village head saw Song Ning, he knelt down.

Song Ning hurriedly stopped: "You don't need to do this. I used to fight against the monsters. Thanks to everyone, Song Ning thanked me here."

Song Ning said, the red villagers bowed and saluted.

Since ancient times, worshipping immortals, worshipping gods, and worshipping Buddha has never been reversed. Now, an immortal bowed his head at them. In the absence of any feelings from these mortals, their yin virtue has been elevated.

The villagers froze, tears falling in their eyes.

Song Ning glanced at the villagers: "I don't know if the monster is alive or dead, but I have to leave for half a day for important things. You can rest assured that I will definitely return after half a day."

When Song Ning wants to leave, the villagers will naturally not stop, but they understand that the immortal's departure is afraid that he will come again, but even so, they have no reason to stay and are not qualified.

In their hearts, Song Ning was able to save them last night, and it was their character.

"Don't come back if the fairy is gone. Now that there is a demon, our wooden village is about to migrate. We won't sit still and try not to let the fairy stay here, but can the fairy wait a moment before leaving?" The village head Road.

Hearing the village chief's words, Song Ning's heart was inexplicably tightened: "Old man, what's the matter?"