Chapter 952 (1/2)

When she was hurriedly called by night God, she saw almost a blood man.

Frost and cold are full of injuries. Those wounds can't be healed with magic power, so she can only lie down like that, keep them in a fine temperature with a panacea, and recover slowly.

This kind of frost must be taken care of.

Although the relationship between yeshenzun and her is good, after all, it is male, and there are many inconveniences, so she was called.

Wang Shu took good care of the frost and cold for 400 years.

That is to say, in these four hundred years, she can see what kind of feelings the man she admires holds for another woman.

She often stood outside the door and watched the night God sitting quietly in front of the frosty hospital bed. Once sitting, it would be a whole day.

He looked at her with a familiar look.

Because she often looks at the night God with the same eyes.

It's no wonder that the night God, who is gentle and doesn't like to kill, became close friends with the tyrant and lawless sword ancestor.

It's no wonder that the night God who doesn't like spirits can brew the strongest wine among the three realms.

When she understood this, Wangshu was so cold in her heart that no one knew except herself.

But she was just gloomy.

She is still taking good care of the frost and cold, perfectly completing the entrustment of the night God, waiting for her rival to wake up.

After lying on the bed for four hundred years, frost finally recovered consciousness.

Of course, she just regained consciousness. She was still lying in bed, hurt all over and coughed for a long time.

But it's starting to recover.

In that period of time, Wang Shu really knew the frost of Jianzu.

She's really a hard woman to hate.

She is domineering, upright and proud, but she shows all these things in an honest and upright manner.

She didn't even understand night God's feelings for herself.