The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

When the original body meets the male protagonist.

He is still a down-and-out guy who has never made a name for himself.

There are a lot of troubles behind it.

Let’s not talk about the enemies that the male protagonist provoked.

Even life is difficult.

But in the face of so-called "love", these are no obstacles.

Ban Shu sneered coldly.

Perhaps Di Shijun really liked the original person, but how much was his like worth?

-Just a bunch of cheap junk.

In the thick white mist, the gentle drizzle touches the world gently.

On the bluestone steps, the man's clothes were soaked with blood. He trembled and opened his eyes.

But under the green umbrella, there was a girl's gentle smile.

"are you OK."

Emperor Shijun's cold and handsome eyebrows were slightly stunned. He gently held her wrist and said in a weak voice, "...help me."

"Okay." Pan Shu's smile deepened.

She put away the umbrella and struggled to hold up the adult man's body with her thin shoulders. Emperor Shijun could clearly feel the warmth and fragrance of her body, and inexplicably the strings in his mind that had been tense for many days relaxed slightly.

There was no spiritual energy fluctuation on her body.

I think she is a mortal woman.

There are many female cultivators on the path to immortality. Due to the nourishment of the aura of heaven and earth, the appearance of those who cultivate immortality is better than that of ordinary people.

But he had never seen a more beautiful woman than her.

Those clear black and white fox eyes just glance at you and make you lose your mind and become confused.

"I'll find a doctor for you." She gently bit her lower lip with her white teeth, and gently placed Emperor Shijun on the small, even simple wooden bed.

Emperor Shijun had no strength. He nodded with difficulty, "...it's troublesome."

He was injured by demonic energy.

How can ordinary worldly doctors heal the wounds of immortal cultivators?

Emperor Shijun didn't want to alert the snake, so he could only pretend to be a mortal and let her go.

In fact, the spiritual spring in the ring space was warming his body and bones bit by bit.

The originally hideous wounds were also healing quickly.

He looked at the purple morning flowers on the ceiling and breathed a sigh of relief.

When Pan Shu brought an old doctor home, she said, "Old sir, please take a look at his injuries."

She speaks neither hastily nor slowly, and her words are soft and gentle.

It makes people's hearts feel sweet when they listen to it.

Realizing what he was thinking, Emperor Shijun pursed his lips and stopped his random thoughts.

After the doctor checked Emperor Shijun's pulse, he pondered for a moment and said, "This young master is seriously injured. If he wants to recover, he must take the magic bone grass as medicine and take it twice a day. He will be fully recovered after 49 days." "

"What is Demonic Bone Grass?"

"It's just precious herbs." The doctor packed up the medicine box. "When I heard the singing of birds, there were several plants of magic bone grass growing at the highest point of the mountain."

After saying that, the doctor left slowly without asking Pan Shu for any money.

I don't know when he woke up.

Two obsidian-like pupils stared at her.

"May I ask what the fairy is called?" He had an excellent face, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and picturesque eyebrows. At first glance, he was a child of a very noble and wealthy family.

Although he was an unfavored bastard, he was born into a wealthy and noble family in Tianhuang.

"Panshu."

She looked a little confused.

It seems that apart from that, nothing else is known.

"My name is Emperor Shijun." He coughed lowly, and his pale face turned even paler.

"I can't read." She seemed ashamed.

Emperor Shijun's expression remained unchanged, "Do you have any pen and ink?"

Pan Shu nodded hesitantly, turned around, found a piece of cold coal in the corner, and gently placed it in his hand.

The hard and cold touch in his hand surprised Emperor Shijun, but he didn't dislike it either.

He lifted the quilt, bent down and wrote the words "Emperor Shijun" one stroke at a time on the ground.

"Di Shijun." He said.

Pan Shu imitated his tone and said, "Emperor Shijun?"

"Well, yes, you are very smart." He smiled slightly.

His extraordinary handsome appearance exudes a warmth that makes people sink.

Pan Shu pursed her lips and smiled.

"Your handwriting is so beautiful. Can you teach me how to read?"

"Honored."

Facing the girl's confused and confused gaze, Emperor Shijun helplessly chuckled and explained, "I am very happy to teach you Wen Shu. Wen Shu means reading."

"Okay, I'll take it down."

……

She is really studious and a talented student.

Emperor Shijun felt more and more that he had discovered a piece of unpolished jade.

If he were a teacher, he would like students like her the most.

"Ah Shu, have you finished your homework for today?"

When no one answered, Emperor Shijun frowned and asked, "Ah Shu?"

He stood up and opened the door. Except for a piece of rice paper filled with Juanxiu's handwriting, where was Pan Shu?

It was getting late at this time.

The girl was climbing up the Birdsong Mountain with difficulty. In the bamboo basket she was carrying behind her were several smoky purple magic bone grasses, emitting an astonishing and eerie beauty in the darkness.

Suddenly, her foot slipped.

The rubble smashed down on the ground, leaving slightly dented marks.

She subconsciously closed her eyes tightly.

The pain she imagined did not come, but the warm breath full of the fragrance of paper and ink enveloped her overwhelmingly.

The man's white clothes overlap with the girl's pink clothes.

Pan Shu tentatively opened her eyes.

When he touched the man's cold face, his eyes paused.

Emperor Shijun put her down smoothly on the ground, turned his back and walked down the mountain without saying a word.

Under the night, his thin and tall figure looked a little cold.

The girl seemed helpless and tightened her skirt.

There was an upward curve on her lips.

"Jun Shi." She called him weakly, with a hint of crying.

Emperor Shijun paused, his expression still not very good, but he turned around and walked back, walking fast and hastily.

"What's wrong."

"My feet hurt so much."

He sighed helplessly, said "Sorry" and gently took off her shoes and socks. Her ankles were red and swollen, and the white soles of her feet were dripping with blood from the rough gravel.

The broken gravel kneaded into her flesh.

"You always make me worry, Panshu." He squatted down with his back to Panshu, holding the bamboo basket in his hands, letting her lie on his back, "Hold my neck tight."

She is very obedient.

Whatever you ask her to do, she will do it obediently.

It makes people unable to let out any depression in their hearts.

"I said, I don't need the Demon Bone Grass, and I don't need a little girl like you to put yourself in danger for me."

Birdsong Mountain is so steep that if you are not careful, you will be shattered into pieces.

Emperor Shijun is still afraid.

What would she do if he didn't find out in time.

He suddenly realized.

This well-behaved and obedient little girl is rebellious and stubborn at heart.

He has to figure out a way.

"But... the doctor said you need..." She gently buried her cheek on his shoulder, "I don't want you to die."

"If you die, you will die." Emperor Shijun laughed to himself.

"Then what should I do?" Her voice was a little muffled, as if she was wiping tears and using his clothes.

Emperor Shijun curled his lips helplessly.