******
Yang Zimei deceived her family by saying that Yuqing lived in Lotte Hotel. She wanted to spend more time with her master, so she would not go home to stay at night.
The family knew the feelings of the two masters and apprentices, and did not say much. They just hoped that she would come home for dinner once in a while, and that she would not forget to study and be in the middle school entrance examination soon.
Yang Zimei nodded and agreed to go to and from school on time every day, and lay down with the comatose dragon day by day at night.
Every day, the dragon has to spit a liquid as thick as black ink. However, every time it vomites, the black gold on its face is slightly lighter. It seems that it is the function of detoxification.
She suddenly thought of her little iron tower that could absorb all the evil spirits, and her mind flashed. She didn't know whether it could take drugs or not?
Thinking of it, she put the little iron tower in his palm with eagerness to try --
the tower suddenly vibrated, like being stimulated.
The Dragon began to spit out the black venom day by day, more than usual.
Yang Zimei's fingers on his pulse, always observe his breath of life, if there is something wrong, immediately remove the small tower.
Fortunately, the breath of life is not disordered!
Enough to vomit a basin of black blood, Fang stopped.
Day by day, the strange black gold on the face of the Dragon faded and became pale white.
Yang Zimei pulled the little iron tower out --
for no reason, the induction between her and it seemed to be more close. She could even feel it as if it was throbbing with excitement, as if it were stimulated by some kind.
Is it excited by the smell of the poison?
"Er --"
the dragon on the bed escaped a syllable from the corner of his lips.
Yang Zimei's heart was tight, and he quickly put down the small iron tower and reached out to hold his hand.
The Dragon slowly opened his eyes day by day and looked around blankly for a while. His eyes fell on her face. Suddenly, a seemingly pure smile appeared on her pale face, "eyebrows -"
"day by day!"
Yang Zimei was overjoyed, "do you still remember me?"
The Dragon sipped some dry lips day by day, "eyebrows, I Who is it? "
Yang Zimei is a little confused. He remembers himself, but does he forget himself?
"You are dragon day by day, don't you remember?"
Yang Zimei reached out and helped him to sit up. He blinked at him and asked.
The Dragon shook his head day by day.
"Do you remember me?"
"Well, eyebrows --" the dragon's long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, rippling with a smile. It was less deep and cold in the past, more pure and simple, smiling like a child, "I naturally remember you, I said I would come back to find you."
"Do you remember where you went?"
The Dragon thought about it day by day and shook his head, "I just remember to come back to you!"
Yang Zimei's heart was sour and painful.
He forgot the whole world, but did not forget to come back to find himself!
She opened her arms and put her arm around his shoulder. Tears fell on his neck: "just come back. I've been waiting for you."
The dragon held her in his arms day by day!
Although the embrace is not as hot as before, it is particularly reassuring.
www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!