Lin Mengyuan woke up in the middle of the night, and the darkness in front of her shocked her heart. She thought quietly for a few seconds before she understood where she was, so she opened her eyes and turned to look outside.

The candlelight had already gone out. Under the faint starlight, Ding Ling's back stood in the dark like a hill.

After her vision became clear, she saw that Ding Ling was actually asleep on the table.

Just as she hesitated whether to put on Ding Ling's coat or simply let Ding Ling come to bed to rest and sit down by herself, Ding Ling's cough suddenly came.

Lin Mengyuan looked stern, and she immediately got up and walked behind Ding Ling without even having time to put on her coat.

"Ding Ling, Ding Ling." Lin Mengyuan bit her lip and gently patted Ding Ling's shoulder.

After a moment, Ding Ling raised his head.

"Go to bed and sleep, you will catch a cold like this." Lin Mengyuan pulled his arm back.

Ding Ling smiled and said, "How is it possible? My body is a standard national defense body."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a sensation of itchy throat and couldn't help coughing twice.

Lin Mengyuan pulled him up without saying a word and pushed him onto the haystack bed.

At this time, Ding Ling also felt that he might have caught a cold, and he no longer refused.

Lying on the bed and feeling the warm quilt, Ding Ling shook his head and smiled, "I really didn't expect... I could catch a cold in the illusion. In Kunlun, it was fine in such a cold weather. It seemed that after we had no realm, we all became ordinary people."

Lin Mengyuan said while wearing her clothes: "Don't catch a cold, I'll ask you for some hot water."

"Don't, there's a ghost hot water now. Do you think this inn has a kettle or a thermos?"

Lin Mengyuan was stunned. She looked at the darkness outside the window and hesitated: "Then I'll pour you a glass of cold water."

Ding Ling shook his head: "Forget it, I guess I just caught a cold."

Lin Mengyuan still walked to the table. When she lifted the kettle, she found that the kettle was empty. She sat on the stool and looked at Ding Ling's eyes in the dark, bit her lips and whispered: "Then...you go to bed."

Ding Ling said in surprise: "Are you just sitting like this?"

Lin Mengyuan answered with silence.

Ding Ling was also silent for a moment, then he smiled, and moved his body inside and said, "Look down too, the window is too cold, the wind is chilly."

Lin Mengyuan raised her collar and shook her head and said, "It's okay."

Ding Ling joked: "Are you afraid that I will provoke you or why do you? You don't care so much when you go out... This is still in the woodshed. If it's a small tent, wouldn't you go counting stars outside the tent?"

After hearing this, Lin Mengyuan glared at Ding Ling gently in the night. After hesitating for a few seconds, she stood up and then slowly walked to the haystack.

She took off her coat and got into the quilt. She kept a distance of about one foot from Ding Ling.

Ding Ling, who had not felt Lin Mengyuan's existence at all, laughed again: "Cough... cough... do you want to learn from Liang Zhu? Put a row of bowls in the middle of us and fill it with water?"

Lin Mengyuan's face suddenly turned red. She bit her lip and glared at Ding Ling again and said, "Go to bed!"

Then Ding Ling smiled and closed his eyes.

Lin Mengyuan has indeed changed, which makes him a little happy.

This little girl, who is only eighteen years old now, has no longer the cold temperament she used to be. It can be seen that she is trying hard to adapt to this world, and... she has the friend Yukiko.

This is very good.

No matter whether she is a ten thousand-year-old ice that has become a spirit or something, as long as she is willing to get along with others, she will be a real adult.

In his sleep, Ding Ling felt colder and colder, and subconsciously moved towards the middle. When he approached the source of warmth, he subconsciously hugged the warm body tightly in his arms.

Lin Mengyuan has never fallen asleep.

When she felt Ding Ling coming to her, her body froze slightly, and then she turned to look at Ding Ling.

I saw Ding Ling’s face was natural and he was sleeping soundly.

Just as she was hesitating, Ding Ling pressed on her back, and then her hands naturally passed through her waist and hugged her tightly in her arms.

Lin Mengyuan bit her lip, and a hint of shyness and discomfort flashed in her eyes. Although both of them were wearing trousers and clothes, they were so close that Lin Mengyuan could still feel the breath and temperature emitted from Ding Ling.

This breath made her panic and made her feel ashamed but didn't know what to do.

He didn't mean it, he fell asleep.

Lin Mengyuan said to herself in her heart. She took a light breath and reached out to prepare to take Ding Ling's hand away.

However, as soon as she touched Ding Ling's hand, she felt something was wrong.

At this time, the temperature in Ding Ling's palm also reached her abdomen, which was an unusual heat.

Lin Mengyuan suddenly turned around, she turned around and touched Dingling's forehead, feeling his forehead was hot!

Oops! Fever!

Lin Mengyuan sat up suddenly, and then she found that Ding Ling's hand hooked on her legs.

Without saying that, Ding Ling still pinched her unconsciously.

Lin Mengyuan was anxious and angry. She took Ding Ling's hand away, put on her coat and hurriedly opened the door, and walked towards the kitchen under the stars.

...

When Ding Ling woke up, it was already bright.

He felt dizzy when he looked at it, and then a sensation of chill and oppression came from his forehead.

He opened his eyes with some difficulty and happened to see Lin Mengyuan uncovering the towel on his forehead.

"You have a cold." Lin Mengyuan turned around and put the towel in the basin. Then she added: "I have a fever."

Ding Ling smiled bitterly.

Now he feels weak all over, has a headache and fever, which is... a long-lost cold symptom.

He raised his head and then fell heavily.

Because the Fate River has been transformed, the practitioners have extremely strong bodies. This kind of strength does not mean that they are extremely strong and have strong muscles, but refers to resistance and immunity.

A mere virus like a cold, there is basically only one end to enter the body of a practitioner... that is, it will be destroyed before it reproduction, or it will lose its vitality under the suppression of powerful spiritual power.

However, once a practitioner loses his spiritual power, these usually suppressed viruses and bacteria will reproduce in an instant.

Therefore, once a practitioner loses his realm, his body's resistance will become quite poor for a period of time and he is extremely prone to illness.

"Thanks."

When Lin Mengyuan brought the water out and then brought in another bowl of black medicine, Ding Ling grinned at Lin Mengyuan.

Lin Mengyuan exhaled: "It's almost drinkable. It is said that this is the medicine of the miracle doctor in the town."

Ding Ling smiled bitterly. After he pinched his nose and drank the medicine, he hummed, "It's really... this illusion allows me to experience all the sufferings in the world? I am a top alchemist! I can even refine the elixir of the Immortal Era!" More muscles are strong, but they refer to resistance and immunity.

A mere virus like a cold, there is basically only one end to enter the body of a practitioner... that is, it will be destroyed before it reproduction, or it will lose its vitality under the suppression of powerful spiritual power.

However, once a practitioner loses his spiritual power, these usually suppressed viruses and bacteria will reproduce in an instant.

Therefore, once a practitioner loses his realm, his body's resistance will become quite poor for a period of time and he is extremely prone to illness.

"Thanks."

When Lin Mengyuan brought the water out and then brought in another bowl of black medicine, Ding Ling grinned at Lin Mengyuan.

Lin Mengyuan exhaled: "It's almost drinkable. It is said that this is the medicine of the miracle doctor in the town."
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