After entering the book, he played the cannon fodder villain and got out of his way

"Senior Brother..." Ling Chenxiao dazedly saw a blurry blue figure in front of him, wiping the sweat off his face with gentle movements.

He subconsciously reached out and grabbed the man's hand: "Brother...you're back?"

"Ling... Protector, I, I am Duan Nan..." Duan Nan's handkerchief fell to the ground in shock.

Ling Chenxiao heard Duan Nan's voice and loosened his fingers.

He is not a senior brother.

Senior brother didn’t come to see me.

Senior brother, he doesn’t want me anymore…

"What happened?"

Fang Bo heard the noise and ran in. Seeing Ling Chen Xiao was awake, he quickly pushed Duan Nan aside and ordered, "Boy! Go get some more hot water!"

After hearing this, Duan Nan exclaimed "Oh" and hurried out to fetch water.

Fang Bo looked at Ling Chenxiao and sighed: "If Sha Qiandao hadn't entrusted you to me before he died, I wouldn't care about you! How could you waste yourself like this?"

In the early morning of that day, Xiao listened to Shen Yibai's words and went to see the dying Sha Qiandao. It was not the first time he saw Sha Qiandao die.

The only difference in this life is that Sha Qiandao did not pass the Magic Attack Technique to him but passed it to Shen Yibai.

But this was not what he wanted. His senior brother took the initiative to change his pulse and helped him bear so much. Then Sha Qiandao passed the Magic Attack Technique to Shen Yibai.

"Kid, you are blaming me! Right?" Sha Qiandao was lying on the bed, obviously breathing in less and out more.

“You clearly know that the person who inherits the Magic Attack Technique will not live past fifty, so why did you pass it on to me?” Ling Chenxiao lowered his head, his fists clenched tightly.

"Just think of me as being selfish. It's my son who I don't want to die." Sha Qiandao coughed twice and said, "I am sorry for you and your son. I'm going to find your mother now!"

"Haha, do you think I will survive alone if my senior brother dies?" Ling Chenxiao stood up and slowly walked to the door:

"Then you are wrong. I will definitely find a way to help my brother prolong his life. If I can't find it, I will die with him. I don't care about the sect leader or the immortal vein. I only want him."

After Ling Chenxiao left, Sha Qiandao murmured to himself: "Fool, why are you doing this? Shen'er just wants you to live well!"

Fang Bo, who was standing by, looked at the dying Sha Qiandao and said, "It's up to you. Hang yourself on a tree!"

"Uncle Fang, I beg you, please help me take care of these two children after I'm gone. Take good care of Chen'er and Shen'er for me." Sha Qiandao's eyes were already cloudy at this time.

"You kid, you also like Shen Yibai, right? It's fate." Fang Bo sighed softly.

But at this time, Sha Qiandao was already dead, and his body, which had been maintained by Shen Yibai's spiritual power, had long been exhausted.

Fang Bo sat beside Sha Qiandao's bed, collecting his silver needles one by one: "You, you have been looking for a son for half your life, but in the end, the fake one treats you best! Chen's temper is exactly the same as yours and Xiaoyun's, too stubborn!"

The time when Shen Yibai was in the Seven Killing Sect was when Sha Qiandao smiled the most.

Although Shen Yibai is not Sha Qiandao's biological son, because he is Ling Chenxiao's father and has blocked thunder for him, Shen Yibai knows that Sha Qiandao's kindness to him is genuine. So Shen Yibai is also truly filial to him.

During the time when he pretended to be a son, Sha Qiandao felt the feeling of being a father in Shen Yibai. Later, when he realized that he had recognized the wrong person, he once said that it would be great if Shen Yibai was really his son.

It’s a pity that such a good child was born to that bastard Shen Qing!

Thinking of the time when Sha Qiandao licked his old face and insisted on practicing Ba Duan Jin with Shen Yibai, Fang Bo couldn't help laughing out loud.

He packed up his things, stood up with his small medicine box on his back and said, "For your sake, I will take care of these two kids for you!"

……

Fang Bo looked at Ling Chenxiao lying on the bed and stretched out his finger and waved it in front of him: "Boy Chen, can you see clearly?"

Ling Chenxiao had no reaction.

Fang Bo put his hand on Ling Chenxiao's wrist and said, "I don't know how you got hurt so badly. If that kid named Duan hadn't found you in time, you would have gone to see your father now!"

While examining Ling Chenxiao, he kept mumbling, "I don't know where the white kid has gone."

Ling Chenxiao came back to his senses after hearing Shen Yibai. He blinked and found that everything in front of him was blurry. He could only see a few blurry things.

"Senior brother doesn't want me anymore..." His voice was not loud, but it was filled with sadness, and his eyes were instantly filled with tears.

Fang Bo was so scared that he quickly pricked him twice with a needle: "Chen boy, don't cry, your tears are all blood and your eyes are blind. Even gods can't cure you if you cry!"

Fang Bo's skills were still very good. Seeing Ling Chenxiao so depressed, he shook his head and patted Ling Chenxiao's arm: "You have to take good care of your injuries and don't kill yourself, otherwise you will never see Bai Xiaozi again. If you were really blind, Bai Xiaozi would never like you. Who would like a blind person?"

These words were indeed useful. Ling Chenxiao regained some consciousness after hearing them.

Duan Nan came in with some water, and Fang Bo continued to instruct, "Help him clean up his wounds and change the medicine. Remember not to touch his heart. I'll go find some medicine for his eyes."

"Okay." Duan Nan carefully put down the basin, and hesitantly reached out to unbutton Ling Chenxiao's shirt, only to see a bloody hole the size of an egg on his chest. The wound was oozing blood because Ling Chenxiao had just woken up and grabbed him. It seemed as if through the wound, Ling Chenxiao's heart was beating.

Duan Nan carefully helped Ling Chenxiao clean up the blood and apply medicine and bandage. He looked at this powerful man who had a fierce look on his face a few days ago and led people to destroy the Hehuan Sect, but now he was lying lifeless on the bed.

It was clearly this man who destroyed his family, but he had no desire for revenge at all. Looking at the man in front of him, Duan Nan felt that he was more pitiful than himself.

If he didn't know that he was Duan Liuli's grandson, he might have run away without hesitation like the other disciples after the sect was destroyed.

The Hehuan Sect had done so many bad things, and as a disciple of the Hehuan Sect, even he felt ashamed. But the man in front of him not only did not kill him, but also brought him back.

"Ling, Protector Ling, you must cheer up." Duan Nan helped Ling Chenxiao treat his wounds and said to him.

Ling Chenxiao's eyes were blurry now, and he could only see a blue figure. He pursed his lips and said, "Hmm."

Fang Bo was right. If he died, he would never see his senior brother again.

He can't die!

At least now, he can't die!