After passing through the book, Master must work hard to achieve the ending of be

Xiao Fangchi could hardly control his surging emotions. He looked directly at the liar and said again: "Master, everything is because of me, right? Master, you are a liar."

Something was clamoring to escape from the bottom of his heart, and Xiao Fangchi couldn't hold it back.

Song Huaiqing only saw the mouth of the person in front of him opening and closing, but he didn't understand lip language and didn't know what he was talking about. But what was the distressed look on Xiao Fangchi's face?

It seemed as if he was going to be sent away in the next second.

Isn't he just in poor health now? As for that, one or two.

"I'm fine. Just don't make me angry if you do the following things."

Song Huaiqing said quietly, looking indifferent.

But Xiao Fangchi's eyes were stubborn, and there seemed to be mist in his eyes. I wonder if it was his imagination, and the ends of his eyes were even a little red.

Song Huaiqing paused, thought of something, moved the fingertips hanging by his side, and finally raised his hand, gently landed on Xiao Fangchi's head, and patted him comfortingly.

It's really strange that he is the one who is in poor health, so why should he be comforted by some little beast?

He couldn't help but curse.

Xiao Fangchi's body froze for a moment, then returned to normal immediately.

During the meal, Song Huaiqing mentioned something to Xiao Fangchi that he had wanted to say for a long time.

He pointed to the door with his chopsticks: "Please remove the people outside."

It's really annoying to be stared at by a group of people every day.

Xiao Fangchi was stunned for a moment, as if he was considering the feasibility of this matter, and nodded after a moment to express his agreement.

The Master didn't like the public, so he asked the shadow guards to protect the Master in the dark.

This is not for surveillance. The master has lost all his spiritual power and has almost no ability to protect himself. He is not staying with the master all the time, so he will inevitably be negligent. No matter what, he must send someone to protect the master secretly.

The wind is strong today, so Song Huaiqing is not planning to go out, lest the wind blows and makes him cough again.

Xiao Fangchi was afraid that he would be bored, so he took out the chessboard and wanted to play with him.

Judging from Xiao Fangchi's experience, it is obvious that he cannot play chess.

Song Huaiqing had the memory of the original owner, who knew how to play chess and was taught by his master Shangxu Zhenren. Although he could not be said to have outstanding chess skills, he could beat Xiao Fangchi casually.

However, what Song Huaiqing didn't expect was that Xiao Fangchi could barely distinguish himself from him.

In fact, he slightly exaggerated Xiao Fangchi's chess skills. However, after a quarter of an hour, Xiao Fangchi was slightly defeated, but not really defeated. That's why Song Huaiqing said that he was indistinguishable.

Song Huaiqing's eyes flashed with a trace of inquiry, and then another one fell, blocking Xiao Fangchi's path.

"Admit defeat."

he said.

Xiao Fangchi was someone who refused to admit defeat. His eyes fell on the chessboard and he remained silent for a long time, thinking about how to escape from the predicament.

After a while, Xiao Fangchi seemed to have some realization. He slowly picked up a piece and landed it somewhere. The place where the piece landed was very clever, tearing a gap in the midst of many difficulties. People who are not good at chess would never think of that piece. Everywhere is a way out.

The place where the stone happened to land was exactly the same as the position Song Huaiqing had in mind.

Song Huaiqing's hands froze and her heart trembled.

Many things came to mind, and a horrifying thought flashed through my mind.

Xiao Fangchi seemed to feel something. He looked away from the chessboard, looked at Song Huaiqing, and asked, "Master, what's wrong?"

Song Huaiqing understood what Xiao Fangchi said this time. He straightened his body and coughed lightly: "It's okay, continue."

His emotions calmed down so quickly that Xiao Fangchi didn't notice anything and obediently returned to the chess game after hearing this.

The two continued to fight for another quarter of an hour, but Xiao Fangchi finally couldn't hold on any longer and was defeated by Song Huaiqing's stranglehold.

Although he failed, he didn't look unhappy at all. Instead, he was full of energy, looking like he still had something to say, and wanted to drag Song Huaiqing into another round.

It had been too long since he had played chess with his master. During countless dark days and nights, he was the only one left guarding everything related to his master.

His chess skills were taught step by step by his master.

At the beginning, he would be strangled to death if he could not hold on for even one or two moves under his master. Later, his master taught him while playing chess with him. Gradually, his chess skills improved and he could barely fight with his master. One hour and three quarters.

The look of anticipation on Xiao Fangchi's face was too obvious. The sunlight from outside shone in, and his purple eyes seemed to be coated with light. They were bright, just like a big dog shaking its head and tail at Song Huaiqing.

Song Huaiqing was silent and was about to pick up a cup to drink water to moisten his throat. Xiao Fangchi quickly took the lead and warmed it with his spiritual power before handing it to him.

When Song Huaiqing took the cup, his fingertips touched Xiao Fangchi. Xiao Fangchi felt that Master's hands were very cold, so he hurriedly took out a piece of paper and wrote:

Why are Master's hands so cold? Are they very cold?

Song Huaiqing drank it all in one gulp, shook his head after seeing the content clearly, and said, "Don't you still want to do it? Let's continue."

After finishing speaking, clear the remaining games on the chessboard.

The two entered into a new round of chess.

However, as the chess pieces fell step by step, Song Huaiqing felt more and more surprised. There was already a storm behind him. From time to time, he looked at the person opposite him, and every piece he placed was in the same position as the master taught him. overlap.

His hands were getting colder and colder, and finally they were so stiff that even the movement of holding the chess piece was a little unsmooth. The chess piece fell several times and hit the chessboard with a crisp sound, and his heart also trembled slightly.

Xiao Fangchi noticed something strange about him and nervously wrote on the paper: "Master, are you feeling unwell?"

Song Huaiqing coughed for a while, messed up the chessboard with a flick of his sleeves, leaned on the soft pillow behind him, and said with a bleak expression: "Well, I can't play any more."

Xiao Fangchi suddenly became nervous, put his hand on Master's forehead, and muttered: "Master, is he suffering from cold? Why is it so cold? I'll call the doctor right away."

After saying that, he hurriedly went to call the doctor.

Song Huaiqing stared at his back with a strange look on his face, put his hand into a fist and put it on his lips and coughed again.

……

Song Huaiqing fell ill again.

The doctor came to check and give the answer.

My body is too weak, the weather is getting colder, and I have caught wind and cold.

This time, the illness can be described as overwhelming. Song Huaiqing was bedridden in the afternoon. He was groggy, had a high fever, and kept coughing.

The entire dormitory was dull and reverberated with his cough, which made Xiao Fangchi feel extremely uncomfortable.

He thought about taking his master to the lake yesterday. It was obviously very windy in the pavilion, but he still let his master stay there for a long time.

It's really, really inappropriate.

Song Huaiqing felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart, as if there was a fire burning, which made his chest uncomfortable. His head felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds. His body was constantly sweating, and he felt very cold at the same time.

"I don't want to hear the explanation. I must cure my master and give me good medicine!"

Xiao Fangchi's face was filled with dark clouds as he stared at Mu Lingzi who was kneeling on the ground.

Mu Lingzi knelt on the ground, horrified: "My lord, forgive me. It's not that I don't want to use medicine, but that the Immortal Lord's body is too weak and is not as good as that of a mortal. You really can't use too much tonic medicine, just any medicine." It’s too violent for the Immortal Lord and will only be counterproductive!”