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

Iris quickly moved back holding the bowl.

After a while, the medicine was brought out again.

Song Huaiqing just took a sip, and the bitterness became unbearable. He put the medicine bowl on the tray and said, "It's too bitter, I won't drink it."

"Master is so grown up, why are you afraid of hardship?" Xiao Fangchi chuckled, taking advantage of the fact that Master couldn't hear him and started teasing, "It's my disciple's fault, then I'll prepare some candied fruits for Master next time, so that I won't suffer anymore."

"Are you going to be presumptuous again?" Hearing this, Song Huaiqing glanced at someone, his eyes were very light, "No matter how big or small."

Xiao Fangchi was stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately, extremely surprised: "Master, can you hear me?!!"

"what?"

Song Huaiqing's eyebrows moved slightly, and she was also a little surprised.

He seemed to actually be able to hear.

But, why is it so fast this time?

It would have lasted for several months before, but this time it didn't last for a month.

really weird.

Song Huaiqing felt it carefully again, and heard the movement around him. He could even hear some subtle sounds. He had indeed recovered his hearing.

"Great!"

Xiao Fangchi was as happy as a child, almost jumping up. He rushed over and hugged him, grinning sillyly, "I knew Master Mianze was blessed."

Song Huaiqing froze for a moment, curled his fingers, and resisted the urge to push the person away.

Although Xiao Fangchi was impulsive with joy, he realized it as soon as he hugged him. The master said to give him a chance, but the master always hated his closeness, so he pounced on him directly, fearing...

He was anxiously waiting for his master to get angry. From the corner of his eye, he saw his master's hand hanging by his side move, but in the end he did not lift it up.

Xiao Fangchi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and tentatively rested his chin on his master's shoulder.

The moment he put it on the bed, he clearly felt his master's body tense up. He tilted his head slightly and looked at the master's hand that was half hidden under the quilt and clenched it into a fist, but still did not push him away.

Taking all this into consideration, Xiao Fangchi's lips opened into a brighter smile, and he closed his eyes with satisfaction, feeling the master's breath.

It has to be said that Xiao Fangchi is a typical person who takes advantage of every inch and climbs up quickly when given a pole.

Song Huaiqing thought that she had shown mercy by not slapping him a few times. This person should have some self-awareness, and he should let go after hugging him for a while.

Unexpectedly, I just kept holding on to him.

He held it in for a long time, and finally couldn't help but say:

"How long are you going to hold me?"

Xiao Fangchi seemed to have reacted at this moment, and quickly let go of his hand and pulled away, looking guilty, his eyes lowered and not daring to look at Song Huaiqing.

"I'm sorry, Master. It was my disciple who overstepped my bounds. I was just too happy. I offended Master, please punish me."

As he said this, he moved his buttocks away, put one hand on the edge of the bed, and was about to kneel down.

Song Huaiqing: "..."

Xiao Fangchi is really sick.

Iris hid her face in her heart: "..."

My lord is really...

The aroma of tea overflows.

No eyes to see, really no eyes to see.

Seeing that Xiao Fangchi's knees were about to come into close contact with the floor, Song Huaiqing rubbed his brows and waved his hands: "Go down first, I will take a rest by myself."

"Master?" Xiao Fangchi was half-kneeling, looking at Song Huaiqing with some confusion, "Master, are you really angry? This disciple is really not the one..."

The rest of the words were blocked by Song Huaiqing's eyes.

It was an indifferent look, as if there were tiny pieces of ice and snow in it.

"go out."

Although these two words are very light, they give people a sense of majesty that cannot be resisted, which is more intimidating than those hoarse shouts.

Xiao Fangchi fell silent immediately.

The air was cold for a moment, and Xiao Fangchi said with a smile: "Master, don't be angry, disciple will be out soon."

After speaking, he looked at the master's expression at this moment.

Song Huaiqing had looked away, his eyes were lowered, and he didn't know where he was looking at the void. His face had no expression, and with his sick look, he looked even more cold and distant, as if he had no warmth.

Xiao Fangchi's heart suddenly trembled, and he suddenly felt absurd that his master was so far away from him.

"Then master, have a good rest. Disciple, come back later."

Saying this, Xiao Fangchi picked up the tray and walked out obediently.

Iris, who was confused at the side, immediately reacted and followed Xiao Fangchi, and the two left one after the other.

The palace door was closed.

Song Huaiqing still kept moving, but his eyes were unfocused, staring at something in a daze, as if he had lost his soul.

After a while.

Song Huaiqing trembled, and he raised his hand to cover his mouth. When he took his hand off, there was a small ball of red in his palm, and his fair and slender hand was stained red with blood.

【Host! ! ! 】

Ling Lingling jumped out, with two little claws paws at the edges, [Host, what's wrong with you! Are you okay? Why are you still vomiting blood? ! 】

Song Huaiqing didn't answer it, his eyes were still staring at something unfocused.

[Host, answer me quickly! ! Host, what's wrong with you? ! ! 】

Ling Lingling became even more anxious. She floated over and stretched out her claws to grab Song Huaiqing's skirt.

Song Huaiqing still remained the same.

Just when Ling Lingling was furious and had no choice but to do anything, Song Huaiqing asked: "Did you say that I was pulled here because I was already dead?"

[Yes...that's right. ] Ling Lingling didn't know why Song Huaiqing suddenly asked about this at this time, and was stuck for a moment.

Looking into the host's eyes, there was doubt in them, and it was obvious that he didn't believe what he said.

Ling Ling Ling reacted, and the little fox's face was full of excitement: [Host, we are not a random system, we are organized! You really had to be dead to be dragged here! 】

It was very excited at this time, because it spoke too fast, and even saliva almost splashed on Song Huaiqing.

Song Huaiqing raised his eyelids and said, "I want evidence."

[Host, do you really want it? ] Ling Ling Ling paused, looking a little unbearable.

In the past, because its permissions were not activated, it could not call up pictures of the real world. Now that it has been upgraded, it can call out pictures of the host's accident. However, it feels that the host may feel more uncomfortable after seeing it.

"want."

After slowing down for a few seconds, the little fox-like Ling Ling Ling sighed and waved her little paws: [Okay, host, you just need to be mentally prepared. 】

In order to enhance the relationship with the host and facilitate the completion of the task, it later deliberately adjusted the host's lifetime information, so it knew what the host's life was like since the death of his parents.

It actually doesn't want the host to know the truth about death...

Ugh.

The little fox sighed, gesticulating with its paws in the air, and a high-tech display screen appeared.

[Host, you will know after seeing it. 】

Hearing this, Song Huaiqing's eyes became focused.

A picture appeared on the display screen immediately.

What caught his eye was a man over fifty years old, with some white hair on his temples, kind eyes and a strong body.

It's Uncle Li.

Song Huaiqing recognized it at a glance.

In the past five years or so, Song Huaiqing's calm heart was a little excited when he saw the fifty-year-old man who had worked so hard to take care of him again after a different world.

He is dead, and it will be difficult for Li Bo to face those people's eager stares alone.

I don't know how those "dear" aunts and wives in his family will make things difficult and intimidate such an old man who is half a hundred years old.

Thinking of this, Song Huaiqing felt a little sad.

He is now trapped in another world with little hope of returning.