At night, Tianming was arranged in a separate small room. This was the first time he spent the night in someone else's house, and he was alone.

He was not afraid of the dark, but he was very restless and could not sleep.

"Really, why do everyone say I'm sick, which makes me think I'm sick."

Tianming was lying on the bed, holding his hands behind his head, and his legs were rolling up the quilt, constantly tossing.

"But Yue'er's words make sense. I have been practicing sword for two years, but I can't even chop firewood well. There must be other reasons."

"Why, my internal force seems to be under my control, but it is not. When I calm down and want to cut a sword, the uncontrolled internal force will have a very small disturbing effect, causing me to lose control of the sword."

"Ahhhh~Why!"

He sat up suddenly, kicked the quilt off the bed, scratched his ears and foreheads, and was furious.

"If I go in the future..."

Tianming fantasized that he was working hard to become the number one hero in the world. One day when he was fighting with Yue'er, his sword energy was not controlled...

Puff~

He punched his cheek with both fists, "Bao, what are you thinking about? Yue'er won't have any trouble. Even if you die, Yue'er will definitely be fine."

"Hmph, go to bed! Don't think randomly."

Tianming ordered himself viciously and then lay down.

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“…”

"One peach, two peaches, three..."

“…”

“One Hundred and Seven Peaches…”

“…”

Crunch ~

"If you really can't sleep, then come out and take a look. There are still many places you haven't seen during the day, hehe~"

He quietly closed the door, laughed secretly, and tiptoed out.

"Hmm? It's so late, there are still lights in this room?"

With the light, Tianming walked towards the room curiously, and the result was-

"Who?!"

“Ah~”

The sudden roar scared Tianming to the point of falling down, and a ferocious face with a beard appeared in front of him, and his eyes seemed to be about to eat people.

"Hmm? Child?"

The man saw Tianming sitting on the ground clearly, and breathed a sigh of relief. Then he inserted his sword back and asked, "Where are you kids? Don't run around in the middle of the night. I almost hurt you by accident."

"you!"

Tianming first swallowed hard, then patted his butt and got up. He was very upset and pointed at the other party and said, "Uncle, don't suddenly appear scary, I'm almost scared to death by you."

"Child, are you from Medicine King Valley? I have never seen you for so many days."

"I came here during the day today. I have a name, Jing Tianming, so I am not a child. By the way, who are you, uncle? You can't sleep even in the middle of the night?"

"I can't sleep..., yes, I can't sleep."

Asked by Tianming, the man turned around and looked at the brightly lit house, sat down with a sword, and murmured: "How could he sleep?"

Tianming blinked and tried hard to jump into the house ahead, but he could not see anything.

"What a coincidence, I can't sleep either. I just lie down and count the peaches, and I have counted a thousand..., how many, it's a lot anyway."

He also imitated that person and sat cross-legged down, "I can't sleep because everyone says I'm sick, but I think I'm not sick. No, I should be sick, not right, ahhhh~"

Tianming couldn't explain his current situation and grabbed his hair into a bird's nest in distress.

However, his unclear statement does not affect others' understanding of his meaning.

"So that's the case. You are also a difficult condition. Even Mr. Guo can't make up his mind. It's your parents, right?"

"It was they who brought me here, so I should be asleep at this time."

“Haha~”

Tianming's speech was very simple, and the other party couldn't help laughing.

"why are you laughing?"

"It's nothing, but I think your parents are probably insomnia too."

Tianming didn't speak immediately. After thinking about it for a while, his big eyes became much more depressed.

"That's right, they must be worried about me, and Yue'er..."

"By the way, uncle, I have been talking about it since the beginning, then why can't you sleep? Are you also a relative sick?"

The night sky was clear today, and after a layer of moonlight was covered with the mountains in the distance, it was like a dark silver screen, surrounding the entire villa.

The nursery and houses with distinct stagings, occasionally there are scattered lights scattered. The wind brings a unique fragrance of medicine, and the surroundings are quiet, so that the voices of the two people are particularly crisp.

The man looked back at the house behind him and nodded, "Well, my nephew, he is a few years older than you and has been in a coma for several days."

"coma?!"

Tianming subconsciously screamed, then immediately reacted and covered his mouth, "Then, he is okay."

In Tianming's cognition, being unconscious must be very serious. If you compare this, you are actually lucky.

Dawn! What are you thinking? This uncle and nephew are so sick that you feel lucky because of this. Is your comfort based on others being more miserable than you?

“Ah~”

In just a moment, Tianming glared at his eyes and suddenly coughed violently, "Cough I don't, no..."

The man opposite was naturally Xiang Liang. He felt strange when he saw Tianming's appearance, "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"

"No, nothing. It's just~"

Tianming was quick to learn, and he said it casually after thinking about it, "I didn't expect that there was, um, patient, uh, that's what he said."

"Patient? Haha~"

Xiang Liang showed a smile on his rough face, "I heard of drinking friends and chess friends, but I didn't expect there were still patients."

"Hehe, this is all learned from my father. He always says that what he is best at is making friends. If a person can make some sincere friends in his life, it will be the happiest thing."

Tianming remembered the stories of the world that his father told him before, including swordsmen, zither, carpenter, ranger... all kinds of interesting people, and he couldn't help but yearn for them. He also longed for them like his father, using his sword to travel around the world and being a hero with many friends.

Finally, the fantasy fell to reality, Tianming clenched his fists and said, "It is not a manly style to make his relatives and friends worry that they can't sleep. His name is Shaoyu, right? We will definitely get better."

Xiang Liang was sighing that his child was ignorant and childless, and that he would make a few true friends. Reality is that in a person's life, the so-called true friends cannot exist.

He has seen too much right and wrong in his position and has experienced too much in person. When he was young, he had brotherhood and vows, but in the face of time and reality, he was all vulnerable.

Xiang Liang looked so funny when he looked at Tianming. However, the boy said confidently that Shaoyu would recover, which made him feel warm.

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Chapter completed!