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

Her throat was dry and sore, so Song Huaiqing could only sip it slowly and in small sips. It took a long time to finish the glass of water.

Xiao Fangchi carefully wiped away the little water stains on his lips that had spilled out because he had no time to swallow them.

"Master, how do you feel?"

One hand touched Song Huaiqing's forehead.

After barely touching it, Song Huaiqing turned his head and avoided Xiao Fangchi's hand.

"..." Xiao Fangchi was a little embarrassed, "Master is still angry? This disciple is really wrong."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand and clasped Song Huaiqing's hand tightly.

Song Huaiqing: "..."

He finally discovered that Xiao Fangchi admitted his mistakes very quickly, but he still refused to change them. He only talked about it but did not do anything. He could say 800 times a day that the master and his disciples knew their mistakes.

He was exhausted and his head was still dizzy. He didn't want to speak or struggle pointlessly, so he let Xiao Fangchi hold his hand.

Perhaps he was frightened by what Song Huaiqing asked, but Xiao Fangchi just stayed by his side, as if he was afraid that he would disappear in the next second.

……

Song Huaiqing woke up from his sleep. No matter what he did, he could see Xiao Fangchi standing beside him as long as he turned his head.

Seeing him looking over, Xiao Fangchi would ask thoughtfully: "Master, what do you need?"

Song Huaiqing: "..."

Song Huaiqing almost laughed out of anger.

Hit me, I have no strength, scold me, my throat hurts.

Now he can be described in one word, that is——

The weak willow supports the wind.

The important thing is that even if he is beaten and scolded, he is afraid that this little beast will be happy.

Because of her dry and sore throat, Song Huaiqing drank a lot of water. Drinking too much water would make it easier to go to the toilet.

Seeing that he was about to get up, Xiao Fangchi quickly asked: "Master, where are you going? Disciple, please accompany you."

"...I'm going to the hut."

"Come, disciple, help you."

"..."

Xiao Fangchi looked serious and didn't think there was any problem at all. Song Huaiqing endured it, but finally couldn't.

"You have nothing to do?"

"Those are not important, Master is the most important."

Xiao Fangchi said, putting a velvet cloak on him.

In the end, Song Huaiqing still couldn't defeat Xiao Fangchi.

When he came back from using the toilet, his entire face was red, not only because he was angry at Xiao Fangchi, but also because he was embarrassed.

Xiao Fangchi was really sick. Even if he had to stand guard outside the latrine when he went to the toilet, he actually asked him if he wanted to help.

God fucking help.

He was just weak, not paraplegic.

He is really holding back all the curse words in his heart now.

In the end, he endured it for no other reason than he was afraid that Xiao Fangchi would be happy.

Accompanied by Xiao Fangchi, the day passed quickly.

……

the next day.

In order to protect him, Xiao Fangchi even moved the matters that had to be dealt with to his dormitory.

A small table was placed next to his bed, and he sat there, as if guarding him until he entered the coffin.

Feeling his gaze, Xiao Fangchi raised an obedient smile towards him and held the ink brush casually in his hand: "Master, please tell me if you have anything to do."

The corners of Song Huaiqing's mouth twitched a few times almost imperceptibly, and she gave him a cold look. She turned over and arched inside, pulled the whole quilt up and wrapped it around her head, out of sight and out of mind.

"Pfft."

A slightly dull laughter sounded behind him. Xiao Fangchi looked at the master wrapped up in a ball and felt that the master was getting cuter and cuter.

Who would have thought that the Huaiyue Immortal Lord, who was so cold and distant in front of outsiders, would look like a child in private. This contrast made him unable to put it down. He wished he could hold the person in his arms and play with him wantonly, expelling that coldness a little bit. Crushed, the ends of his eyes were red, and he looked at him with blurred eyes.

But it can't be done now. Master is still angry. If he does this, it will really be a disaster.

Reluctantly looking away, Xiao Fangchi then focused on the unfinished matters on the desk.

……

In the afternoon, Ling Yue came.

"Song Song, how are you feeling? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?"

"It's okay, thank you for your concern."

"Every little thing, we are fellow villagers who are connected by heart." Ling Yue said, hugging Tuan Tuan over, "Look, this little thing eats and sleeps all day long, holding the spiritual pill Kukuxuan, ugh Woo hoo, I gave it all my magic pills."

Good guy, your feelings come to him for reimbursement.

Song Huaiqing took the tuantuan and looked it over, and found that it did seem a little rounder.

It seems that it is only a matter of time before Cheng Ji's spiritual consciousness awakens.

Finally, there was something that made him happy.

Song Huaiqing took out a dozen bottles and cans from his storage bag, pushed them in front of Ling Yue, and comforted someone who was still pretending to cry.

"Okay, I'll reimburse you just for crying."

"Master..."

When Cong Lingyue came over, Xiao Fangchi's attention was no longer on the desk. When he heard the conversation between him and his master, his face immediately darkened.

Master and Ling Yue seemed to be getting more and more familiar with each other.

Ling Yue would always say some strange things that he didn't understand, but the strange thing was that Master actually understood and could always answer Ling Yue's strange questions. He would always be forgotten when the two of them talked, as if he Is a bystander.

He was very unhappy. If the master hadn't said that Ling Yue was useful, he would have killed people long ago.

How could he be an eyesore by his side?

"Wow, Song Song, you are so nice!! I'm not welcome!"

Lingyue looked excited and quickly put the bottles and cans into his storage bag, fearing that Tuantuan would wake up and grab them from him.

Xiao Fangchi's call was naturally suppressed by Ling Yue's loud voice.

Song Huaiqing hugged Tuantuan, stroking its fur one after another, and watched Ling Yue put things away in three strokes.

Feeling Xiao Fangchi's resentment, he raised the corner of his mouth and deliberately raised a faint smile.

Xiao Fangchi had been staring at his master closely, and naturally he would not miss the changes in his expression. The ink pen in his hand was about to be broken by him.

Why did Master want to smile at Ling Yue?

Why should he?

Xiao Fangchi said quietly: "Master."

There is no doubt that the two ignored him again.

Xiao Fangchi: "..."

Lingyue Feifei rubbed his hands: "Song Song, do you still have any elixirs? It's best to be the kind that can improve your cultivation, hehehehe."

Song Huaiqing rolled his eyes at him, stretched out his hand and knocked on his forehead: "There is no shortcut to practice, you'd better practice hard."

Lingyue covered his head and pursed his lips: "If hard work is useful, what do you need a genius for?"

Song Huaiqing laughed in anger: "You should practice hard. If you don't know how, you can ask me. Although I don't have spiritual power now, I can still guide you."

"Great!"

Xiao Fangchi: "..."

It was clear that Master finally smiled, and he should be happy, but the scene in front of him made him feel extremely dazzling.

If looks could kill, Ling Yue would have been killed by him thousands of times.