"What do you mean?" I asked without saying a word: "I am not me, I am me again. What the ninth prince of southern Xinjiang and the saint of southern Xinjiang said was right."

Si Yanting, Si Sizi is definitely still in the capital, and has not returned to southern Xinjiang. She is waiting for me in a certain place and will automatically take the bait.

Si Xuanji shook the folding fan, and the winter was not cold at all. "It depends on how you understand and think about it. After all, you are not you, you are still you, you are the unique you, you are irreplaceable."

"You can't be more straightforward?" A sarcasm appeared on my lips: "It's impossible to beat around the bush, after all, I have nothing but this person."

It is irreplaceable, no one cannot replace it. Life in this world will live the same life as everyone else, time has changed, and everything has washed away.

Si Xuanji put away the folding fan in his hand, took a step forward, and walked backwards with me face to face: "Don't belittle yourself, your importance is something you can't imagine, believe me."

On the one hand, he dug a pit, and on the other hand, he concealed all my affairs, wanting me to jump into the pit willingly, but he didn't allow me some benefits. He really thinks that the advantage is so easy to take?

"It's a pity that I didn't feel the importance of your mouth at all." I accelerated my pace and walked past him: "I am an ordinary person, you know, an ordinary person who is resurrected from the dead."

"What do you have any misunderstanding about ordinary things? Resurrection from the dead is not ordinary, you just don't see your specialness and importance." Si Xuanjin's warm and ethereal voice came from behind me, with a hint of high pitch, and no hint of hoarseness and high pitch as before.

I curled my lips and smiled coldly, and entered the house.

Chuxue was so painful that she lay on the bed and didn't fall asleep. I carefully fed her the medicine. All her strength collapsed in front of me and turned into the girl who followed me with the long and short lady.

Of course, I would not let Si Xuanji, the person who came to the door automatically, ask him to check his health for Chuxue. The bugs he had eaten her before were effective.

She protected her heart, even if she was poisoned and punched again, as long as she was well maintained, she would recover.

I added some medicine to calm the mind. After Si Xuanji took her pulse, she fell asleep deeply.

Si Xuanji prescribed me a prescription.

I looked at the font on the prescription and frowned fiercely, "Why do you think I can understand the characters in Southern Xinjiang?"

Si Xuanji was stunned for a moment and slapped his head: "I'm used to it. Sorry, I don't write the words from Zhongyuan very clearly. Why don't I just say it, do you remember?"

He is testing me, to test whether I can understand the words in southern Xinjiang.

His temptation was successful, but I didn't let him notice it, and I would understand the words Nanjiang.

I also wondered. When I took the prescription into my hand, I naturally understood these words and the dosage of the medicine in my head.

Before I came back from the dead, I had never contacted people from southern Xinjiang except Si Xuansheng. Moreover, when I first came into contact with him, I had only a handful of talks with him, let alone learning southern Xinjiang language from him.

Then how can I understand?

Could it be that it is the thing left in my own body Mu Jiuer's subconscious mind, so I can understand it?

"Remember." I casually found a pen and ink and spread the paper: "You said I would write, and I remember how much I said."

His eyes darkened, "Then I said it."

I picked up the pen and found that there were several medicinal herbs he mentioned. I didn’t buy them back. It seemed that I had to go out to buy all the medicines.

"These medicines are mainly for her to detoxify." Si Xuanji looked at Chu Xue lying on the bed with his eyes squinted: "Treat the symptoms but not the root cause, it can only make her body feel better and she cannot recover as well."

I put down my pen. The ink marks in winter are difficult to dry. After waiting for a while, I folded the prescription, stuffed it into my sleeve, and took out the glass lamp in my sleeve: "I thought you could cure any injury. It turned out not, but I still have to thank you. I'm going out to buy medicine now. Please help me see the snow."

"Wait a minute." Si Xuanji called me who was about to leave.

Before I turned around, he took the glass lamp from my hand and shook it for a moment: "The lamp oil is not much, I'll add a little to you."

I raised my eyebrows undeniably, and even he took out a small bottle from his arms, split the glass lamp into two, and poured the dark red lamp oil in the small bottle down.

I watched his movements and inexplicably had an extra idea in my mind, wanting him to fill the entire bottle with more.

But this was just my imagination. The small bottle in his hand was the same size as the little finger, and it was impossible to find it if it accidentally fell to the ground.

Before I could see how the glass lamp closed, he handed me the glass lamp.

The dark red lamp oil inside itself plus the fresh ones now feel like blood.

Could it be that the glass lamp in my hand is the same as the lamp I took away from Si Xuanji and handed over to Banming before, lit by blood.

Si Xuanji noticed my doubts and asked with a smile: "Does cinnabar and lamp oil look very similar to blood?"

"It's really similar, it looks very good. Keep your home for me." Liulideng split into two when he hit his hand, and it looked like a whole in my hand. I turned it over and touched it and couldn't figure out where I could cut it out.

After adding the lamp oil, the burning flames became even more lush. I held them in my hand and covered them with my sleeves, just like holding a small stove.

There was no one outside Jiang's house, and Qi Jingque was just like he said, "I am nothing but I am just a lonely man."

It was not just that it was too cold, but also because there were a lot of pedestrians on the street. The owners in the pharmacy shop were very busy, and they put the medicine to treat trauma for swords, guns, swords and halberds aside.

Before I could take out the prescription, Jiang Meir's voice, who had not been heard for many days, sounded behind me, "Boss, has the trauma medicine I ordered cured?"

I didn't look back, and I was shocked like a sea of ​​shock. I reached out to pull down my hair from my forehead, pulled out my handkerchief, and covered my cheeks.

The boss left me and welcomed me warmly: "The girl has been prepared, please click to see what else you need. I can allocate you here."

Jiang Meier glanced for a week and her voice was quite cold: "No need, just that much, just give you money and help me deliver it to the winery."

Delivered to the tavern?

Since Jiang Meier was imprisoned in the dungeon until he died, she was detained in the winery and sent to the brothel to taste a little red lips and a pair of jade arms and pillows.

I thought Qi Jingque would not let her die because she was worse than death. I didn't expect that she was highly valued by Qi Jingque, who was so important that she could come out to buy medicinal materials for him.

He was really not afraid that she would tamper with herbal medicine, causing his injured subordinates to die.
Chapter completed!