It's not like he's never been drunk before. Looking back on the past times when he was drunk and sober, he didn't seem to feel so uncomfortable.

Moreover, his drunkenness seemed to come out of nowhere, and it seemed to be broken up in an instant. It did not look like a normal drunken scene.

After calmly thinking about it, Lu Feng suddenly had a suspicious thought. The last jar of wine brought by Rong Wenxuan might have been fishy and had been tampered with!

Is it aimed at yourself? Or is it aimed at Sikong Tong and Ping Ling Sect?

Lu Feng's soul consciousness spread subconsciously, and he sensed that the outside world was peaceful, and that the Jade Dragon Horse was still waiting obediently under a shack, and then he slowly calmed down his suspicious thoughts.

Look at your environment.

What caught his eye was a simple and elegant quilt covering his body. It was very soft and soft to the touch, and there was still a faint fragrance lingering when he opened it.

Inexplicably, this scent is very familiar.

Lu Feng didn't know why he could judge it so clearly. It seemed that he knew this scent instinctively in his heart and knew that it came from Sikong Tong.

Lu Feng stood up slowly with his hands on the edge of the bed. He saw that his outer clothes, shoes and socks were placed in an orderly manner on one side. There was also a basin of water and a pair of towels at the head of the bed.

It was as if someone had been taking care of him just now.

After Lu Feng guessed that it was Sikong Tong, he couldn't help but feel soft in his heart. He thought that he had promised her father to take care of her, but he didn't expect that today he would ask her to take care of him.

He took the shoes and socks on one side and put them on, and suddenly he saw a warm residue on the back of his hand.

"This is……"

When Lu Feng sensed it, he realized that he was actually crying, and he couldn't help but feel startled.

"Did she cry?"

Lu Feng then thought about it and thought that perhaps Sikong Tong's sight of him brought back all the memories in Jian Chisu's tomb. Thinking of his father's death, he shed tears sadly and sighed unbearably.

He stood up and looked at the wooden wheelchair, brewed tea, snacks and fruits for sobering up.

Afraid that he wouldn't be able to reach him, he deliberately placed the wooden wheelchair very close to him.

Look at this delicateness...
Chapter completed!