Chapter 59 Sickness
"cough"

The black-haired girl had blurry eyes and stretched out her hand towards Jin'er, as if she could touch the little girl far away at the door.

The unstoppable coughing caused her powerless hand to drop.

"Jin'er, is that you?"

As soon as he said this, Jiang Yuanxia suddenly arched his body and vomited violently, with vomit all over the quilt and the floor.

At first glance, the vomit looked like ordinary filth, mixed with undigested food residues and stomach acid.

But it seemed to have its own life, rising and falling slightly, wriggling, and struggling to crawl around the floor.

Just like the blood shackles on Patriarch Zhao
But the illusion only lasted for a moment. When Jiang He looked again, it was just ordinary vomit.

Jiang Yuanxia was still coughing, and his voice became thinner and thinner.

She lowered her head and covered her heaving chest in pain. Her long black hair covered her face, making it impossible to see her expression.

Jiang He quickly took Jin'er's hand and came to the black-haired girl, and was not in a hurry to check on Jiang Yuanxia's condition.

Instead, he first performed the cleansing technique, and the pure spiritual energy turned into streams of clear water, flowing gently over the quilt and floor stained with vomit.

As they brushed past, the disgusting filth disappeared like ice and snow melting.

Nothing unusual happened, so Jiang He breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that it was indeed an illusion. If it was the poisonous insect from the Divine Sense Religion, how could it be wiped out so easily?

Besides, why would the Shen Gan Sect target her?
I just want to bring the three of them to Qingyang Region and raise them well.

He didn't want to get involved with the three major evil sects at this critical moment.

Jiang He turned around, leaned down, ran his hand through the girl's black hair, and touched her forehead.

Wherever my palm touched, it was icy cold, with an unusual chill.

Is this a disease?

As a cultivator in the Qi training stage, he is not susceptible to worldly diseases.

This means that once you get sick, the condition will be extremely serious.

"Mother~"

The black-haired girl smiled foolishly, and suddenly put her arms around Jiang He's neck, mumbling:

"I miss you so much~"

Jiang He patted her delicate back, not knowing whether to laugh or cry:
"I am the master. The master has brought Jin'er back. Look."

A man was actually regarded as her mother by Yuan Xia.

How serious is this illness? Jiang He couldn't help but feel a little worried.

He gently pulled down her arms that were around his neck.

Although the girl hugged him very tightly, she was not very strong and she was sick.

Jiang He put her arm down effortlessly.

Jiang Yuanxia narrowed her eyes, waved her hands at him, and looked aggrieved:
"Master? I'm not Master. I'm making fun of Yuan Xia again."

Jiang He held Jin'er's little hand again and placed it on Jiang Yuanxia's hand.

She seemed to come back to her senses, and held onto Jin'er's hand tightly in disbelief:

"Jin'er, are you back?"

Seeing that she was somewhat sober, Jiang He wanted to pick her up and prepare to rush to the Linshe Cave.

Just as he was about to lift the blanket that was tightly wrapped around her body, the black-haired girl pressed his hand in panic:

"Mom, don't."

She still didn't recognize herself.

How come I can recognize Jiner but not myself?

Moreover, Yuan Xia's parents passed away early.

Or maybe it was because she was unconscious and subconsciously forgot the painful things and only remembered the good memories. In other words, she didn't have a good impression of Jiang He at all.

This means that the previous reliance on oneself was also an illusion.
Jiang He still had to figure out what was going on with her, so he used a bit of force to pull her hand away.

Ignoring her struggles, he removed the blanket wrapped around her.

The girl's thin and petite body appeared before her eyes, wearing only a bellyband.

Large areas of fair skin were exposed.

The delicate thighs were put together and curled up under the quilt, as if seeking some kind of protection.

However, on the thigh, there were densely packed, new and old, needle-like wounds, some of which had already scabbed over, and some were still bleeding.

There was a wooden hairpin lying next to it, stained with blood.

That was something he had given to Jiang Yuanxia before, but he didn't expect that she would use it to torture herself.

She covered her thighs with her arms in panic, stammering:

"Mom, me"

When she blocked it, the shocking scar on her arm was revealed to Jiang He.

He almost tortured himself to the point of being covered in bruises.

These days her "master" no longer tortured her, but tortured herself instead.
Although Jiang He had anticipated this, he did not expect her self-harm to be so severe.

For a moment, especially given her current state, Jiang He didn't know what words to use to comfort or instruct her.

I can only wait until her condition improves before I can have a good chat with her.

But these physical injuries have nothing to do with her current illness.
Jiang He put aside his doubts, randomly found some clothes, and hurriedly put them on her.

The girl also cooperated obediently, raising her legs and stretching her arms following Jiang He's movements.

He put on his clothes in no time.

She smiled foolishly again:

"Mom hasn't dressed Yuanxia in a long time."

Jiang He looked at her silly smile and couldn't help but feel sorry for the girl.

When she was only six or seven years old, she was wandering alone. Before that, she was a treasure that her parents held in their hands for fear of dropping her, and in their mouths for fear of melting her.

Even though her family was broken up and her loved ones died, she still faced the world with optimism and kindness.

Until I met Lao Jianghe.
Jiang He sighed and picked her up. The girl immediately hung on him like a koala.

It was different from their previous hugs, when she would always use her elbows to separate their chests.

This time, she hugged him tightly without any barriers, and Jiang He could feel the chill from her body.

If this is just her imaginary dream, then it might as well be made a better dream.

Thinking of this, Jiang He patted her back gently:

“Just be good in the future and don’t hurt yourself again. Mom will dress you every day.”

"Well, I'm very good."

She responded tenderly, almost hanging her whole body on Jiang He.
It also gave him a chance to free up one hand so he could hold Jin'er's hand, who was inexplicably sulking beside him.

Is Jiner jealous?
Jiang He recalled her dependence on him these days.
Biological brothers and sisters will be jealous of each other because of their parents' different preferences. It seems normal to be jealous when you think about it this way.

but
Jiang He glanced at the girl he was holding hands with. She seemed to have sensed something and raised her head, revealing her expressionless little face.

But Jin'er clearly has deep feelings for both of them, and am I worthy of her?
Yuan Xia's dependence on him seemed to hide some reason.

Is it the same for Jiner?
Although this little girl is the youngest among the three disciples.

She rarely showed emotions, making it difficult for Jiang He to figure out what was in her heart.

But at least, when she cried and asked me to take her home, the feelings were genuine.
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