Thinking of the original owner of this body, for no reason, Zou Zichuan thought of the soul who died in the square for himself. Zou Zichuan couldn't help but take a deep breath. It was not one person who died, but forty thousand, forty thousand! Sooner or later, someone will pay back this blood debt.

Zou Zichuan suppressed his murderous intent and calmed down his anger. Now anger cannot solve any problem. The only way is to strengthen himself, constantly strengthen himself, establish a force that can avenge, stand in front of the enemy with a brand new face, and trample the enemy under his feet...

Time passes by minute by minute.

Zou Zichuan did not enter the state of cultivation, but just sat quietly and waited. As a qualified soldier, he had enough patience to wait for Michelle to return home.

One hour!

Two hours!

Three hours!

...

When it was past ten o'clock in the evening, Zou Zichuan suddenly realized that today seemed a bit strange. After living here for more than two months, Mi Xue never had a night stay.

Did she go on a birthday with someone else?

Zou Zichuan felt a little unhappy. Although he had no feelings for Michelle, the two were now nominally husband and wife. Even if Michelle went on a birthday with her friend, she should greet him in terms of emotion and reason.

For some reason, Zou Zichuan felt a little irritable.

Even Xiang'er, who has always cared for him, seems to have disappeared. Why?

Is there something wrong?

Almost subconsciously, Zou Zichuan's eyes fell on Mi Xue's room door, which was a metallic silver-white metal door. In fact, most of the houses in the entire slums were made of metal structures, which were provided by the government at the cost price. Suddenly, Zou Zichuan's heart thumped. Could Mi Xue be in the room all the time?

He walked to the door gently and twisted the door handle gently.

"Click!"

The door actually opened, but after pushing a gap, it could not continue to push it open. It seemed that something was blocking the door behind it.

not good!

Just as the door was pushing open a little bit, Zou Zichuan saw Mi Xue lying on the floor.

Zou Zichuan immediately entered the room without any hesitation and saw Mi Xue fainting on the ground in her white pajamas, her face as if it was burning clouds.

When Zou Zichuan carried Mi Xue to the bed, he felt the soft body in his arms emit amazing heat, which was as hot as a soldering iron. Moreover, Mi Xue seemed to have no sense at all, so she should have been in a deep coma.

high fever.

Obviously, Michelle was sick, causing a high fever and fainted. Zou Zichuan was almost certain that Michelle was preparing to make breakfast. She fainted on the ground due to exhaustion when she opened the door. In other words, Michelle had fainted for at least ten hours...

Michelle is dreaming, having a nightmare.

She dreamed that she was trapped in the legendary Flame Mountain, with hundreds of feet high surrounding her, her skin seemed to be burning, and the hot temperature made her feel like the end of the world has arrived.

She could only run in the flames, running desperately, but she could never run out of this vast sea of ​​fire.

Her hair was burning.

Her clothes were burning.

Her skin was burning, too.

...

This was an extremely painful torture. She didn't know how long this state would last. Everything was burning. She struggled. She felt exhausted. She wanted to give up. She wanted to rest. She wanted the thousands of flames to swallow her proud body and brain at will...

Suddenly, she felt a coolness dripping on her forehead. This coolness was like nectar, which cheered Michelle Mi's spirit.

Slowly, the nectar gradually spread throughout the body, making it extremely cool.

On forehead.

On hand.

On the shoulders.

On the legs...

...

Slowly, the nectar actually extinguished the flames hundreds of feet high, and the burning and scorching feeling of the skin disappeared, and replaced by a cool and extremely comfortable one.

Slowly, Michelle regained her consciousness, and she felt a pair of hands moving gently on her body...

Michelle's heart beat, and her body suddenly became stiff, and she did not open her eyes.

As the hands moved, Michelle felt extremely comfortable in her body, and the cool feeling spreaded up and down her body with her hands.

Feeling that the owner of the hands seemed to stand up and turn away. Mixue took the opportunity to gently open a thin slit of his eyes. Mixue saw a fat back.

It's Zou Zichuan.

Zou Zichuan was rubbing a towel in the washbasin. The air was filled with the smell of alcohol. At the same time, Mi Xue felt an ice cube wrapped in a towel on her forehead. Obviously, the nectar in the nightmare was the ice cube on her forehead...

"Wow..."

Seeing Zou Zichuan wringing the towel and turning around and walking over, Mi Xue quickly closed her eyes again, pretending to be unconscious.

Zou Zichuan seemed to have not noticed that Mi Xue had woken up, nor did he notice that Mi Xue's burning cheeks had turned red. He still meticulously wiped the exposed parts of Mi Xue with an alcohol-stained towel on Mi Xue's body, shoulders, armpits, lower abdomen, calves... The areas where the pajamas were not covered by Zou Zichuan wiped them very carefully, very carefully...

Time is slowly passing by.

Zou Zichuan always maintained several mechanical movements, changed water, added alcohol, wrung out the towel, and wiped...

...

Looking at Mi Xue in a coma, Zou Zichuan's only way is to use the most primitive cooling method, apply ice to his forehead, and wipe his body with alcohol and water to cool down.

Michelle, who has always been a strong face, now looks extremely fragile. Her delicate face has turned from red to extremely pale, and then turned into rouge. From the perspective of the bystander, Zou Zichuan suddenly felt that this woman was pitiful, traveling thousands of miles, crossing countless planets but marrying someone she doesn't like, and can only use crazy work to anesthetize herself...

"Does it feel better?" Zou Zichuan suddenly stopped wiping because he saw Mi Xue's long eyelashes shaking.

"It's better..." Michelle had to open her eyes and her face turned red.

"Um."

"No need to wipe it." Mi Xue glanced at Zou Zichuan's hands and towel on her lower abdomen, and tried hard to put on a plain expression.

“…”

Only then did Zou Zichuan realize that his palm was still on Mi Xue's lower abdomen.

There was a silence in the room.

“When?”

“It’s five o’clock in the morning.”

"Thank you!" Mi Xue's face was a little surprised. She didn't expect that she had been in a coma for so long. In other words, Zou Zichuan had been cooling down for her for a long time and doing some boring and repetitive mechanical movements.

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ps: Sigh, no matter how the Domineering how he howls, he is still in the fifth place. Haha, Domineering has worked hard, but I still thank my brothers for their support, and I will repay you in three chapters! I hope that when I get up tomorrow, I have already pushed "Interstellar Butcher" to the first place...


Chapter completed!