Suddenly, Murong Yan timid me, and I just felt so embarrassed.

But I still retorted: "There is a pure friendship between Xiaoman and me!

What does this have to do with whether it is slack or not? Besides, I am not slack at all, okay?"

After hearing this, Murong Yan laughed out loud with a "puke".

"Okay! You have pure friendship. But others may not think so!"

As he said that, Murong Yan glanced at Xiaoman.

I rolled my eyes and felt that Murong Yan was thinking too much.

Now Xiaoman is the boss of a large company and the elite of society.

No matter whether it is education, family background, beauty, money, or social status, isn’t that outstanding?

And I don’t know how many people pursue her.

Although we have known each other since childhood, it is more than ten years apart.

We only met again in the past year and most of our minds only have childhood memories.

What else can this besides friendship?

Therefore, I spoke to Murong Yan again: "Corpse girl, you may have really thought about it too much.

When we were young, we had a good relationship. Xiaoman's family was very poor and dirty.

My family does funerals, and the children don’t play with us.”

So Xiaoman and I became friends, and later Xiaoman became orphans.

Now that we meet, I think there is nothing else except childhood friendship!

Moreover, Xiaoman is so outstanding that he may not look down on me, a person who does things for fun!"

As I said that, I smiled at Murong Yan.

"Well! You are quite self-aware. But your friend is not simple.

There is a magic weapon on her body, even if I am, I can't get close to her!" Murong Yan spoke again.

When I heard this, I couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

What kind of cultivation is Murong Yan? What I guess now is that Dao Zun is a super strong man.

This kind of strength is capable of fighting against the big bosses and even the heads of the world's sect.

But Murong Yan said that she could not even get into Xiaoman's body now.

From this we can see how powerful this magic weapon is.

I was surprised for a moment, but a man suddenly appeared in my mind.

A handsome tall man smoking a cigarette.

The middle-aged uncle who stood beside the Longquan Zhenren, who had half a cigarette butt and directly bounced the beauty aunt into a serious injury, Taoist Qin.

This level of cultivation is probably not a little scary.

Moreover, this person has a relationship with Xiaoman, as if he is Xiaoman's mother's friend.

If Xiaoman really has a treasure to protect her, then this treasure may come to this Taoist Qin.

Thinking of this, I spoke again:

"Corpse girl, do you still remember the Taoist Master Qin Yue who was next to Zhenren Longquan!"

"Remember! He is very strong, stronger than he imagined!"

Murong Yan fell into memories.

"Well, that Taoist Master Qin Yue is Xiaoman's uncle.

If Xiaoman had such a magic weapon on him, it might have given it!"

I spoke lightly.

Murong Yan looked at Xiaoman in the sleepy state deeply and didn't say anything.

Seeing that Murong Yan was not asking, I asked:

"Corpse girl, why are you here?"

After listening to my question, Murong Yan realized:

"Oh! Just go around casually, and then feel your breath, and you're here!"

Hearing this, I obviously noticed Murong Yan's emotional changes.

And the tone became stuttering at this time.

Obviously, Murong Yan is concealing this.

But what she concealed was her concern for me.

For a moment, my heart suddenly felt warm.

But before I could speak again, Murong Yan said:

"Since you are fine, I'll go back first! You can recover from your own injuries!"

After saying that, I hadn't waited for me to speak.

Murong Yan's body directly turned into a burst of blue smoke and disappeared.

Looking at the disappearing Murong Yan, a smile appeared on my face.

I think the distance between Murong Yan and I should be very close.

Take a deep breath, then push Xiaoman with his hands.

After all, sleeping on the verge is not a solution, and it is easy to catch a cold.

Xiaoman was pushed by me twice and woke up.

"Ah! Why, why is it so dark!"

Xiaoman said in a daze.

When I heard this, I remembered that the lights had not turned on yet.

Then, I turned on the light.

Xiaoman covered her eyes: "Why am I asleep!"

"You have the nerve to say that sleeping on your stomach is easy to get sick! Xiaoman, go out and check in a room!"

I hurriedly spoke.

Xiaoman stretched, showing her proud curve:

"Hey! It's so late. * Bao, how do you feel?"

"I'm fine, you go find a place to rest!"

"No, please!"

Xiaoman didn't want to do it at all.

I looked at her with two dark circles, and I felt very sorry for her.

Although we have a deep friendship, we will never feel sorry for letting a girl keep you.

Seeing that she insisted, she got out of bed.

"*bao, what are you doing?"

Xiaoman wondered.

"You go to bed and I've been sleeping for so long and I'm not sleepy at all!"

I smiled and spoke.

"No, you are a patient!"

"What patient, I'm already cured. Go to bed quickly!"

“…”

I ignored Xiaoman and gave up the bed.

Seeing that I insisted repeatedly, Xiaoman finally lay on the bed.

And I sat at the head of the bed.

We talked for a while, and it was also relatively relaxed topics.

Xiaoman might be really sleepy, and soon she fell asleep leaning on the bed.

I found cigarettes from my clothes and stood alone at the window and looked at the entire hospital.

The hospital at midnight seemed quiet and cold.
To be continued...