Disciples commit suicide every day [Transmigration Book]

Then he really fainted.

And he was completely dizzy, and fell forward as soon as his body softened, and he was about to fall into the dark water.

Then he really fell into the secluded water.

A biting chill penetrated into his body, but he remained motionless, letting the icy river water overflow his mouth and nose.

His lips had turned white, and his face had lost all color.

Xie Qing had no choice but to fish him up, and then prepared to send him up to lie down.

Huo Xun turned over nimbly, hugged his thigh, looked up at him.

"Master, don't drive me away, I am Ah Xun."

Xie Qingrang's complexion changed, and he kicked him away angrily: "I don't care what you heard, if you dare to let me hear you mention Ah Xun, I will never let you go!"

No matter how cruel and cunning the protagonist is, that is his own business, but if he wants to use Ah Xun for something, he will not tolerate it anyway.

Huo Xun hugged his thigh tightly and refused to let go. Seeing that his eyes were red with anger, as if he was about to fight himself desperately in the next moment, he hurriedly shouted: "The back mountain, the third row, the fourth tree Pine tree, Tanhua wine!"

Xie Qingrang was stunned, and looked at Huo Xun in disbelief.

Huo Xun raised his head, his whole body was dripping wet, his face was as white as paper, and his distinct eyebrows and eyes were more prominent, clear and beautiful, his facial features were thin and three-dimensional, and the lingering evil temperament that was originally lingering was also weakened by such a pitiful appearance Many, wet eyes full of attachment are really the same as back then.

Xie Qingrang couldn't care less about thinking about other things, hurriedly knelt down and wiped the wet hair sticking to his face to the back of his head, held his face and carefully looked at his facial features.

It seems that there is indeed a certain resemblance, but his impression of Ah Xun is still on that cute, delicate little child like a porcelain doll, and he doesn't match up with this handsome and evil boy for a while.

Huo Xun smiled at him,

"Master, I have not missed the ten-year agreement."

He said, taking out the altar of fine wine that had been dusty for ten years: "I'll drink with you."

Xie Qingrang's eyes were red, but he scolded: "It's been ten years since the foundation was built, and I don't know how to come back sooner."

Huo Xun turned his head sideways, rubbed his cheek against the palm of his hand, and said with a pleasing smile, "Yes, Ah Xun knew he was wrong, so he never dared again."

Xie Qingrang hugged him into his arms, and slowly closed his arms until they were so tight that there was no gap: "Just come back..."

No matter who you are, just come back.

The fragile crying in his voice was too obvious, Huo Xun immediately stopped his coquettish heart, hugged him tightly, opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say to comfort him, he was awkwardly at a loss, his heart was used to lead Just as uncomfortable.

Xie Qingrang hugged him quietly, slammed his chin on his shoulder, tears slowly flowed down and mixed into his already wet clothes, leaving some deeper water stains.

Huo Xun also hugged him back quietly, no longer trying to say anything, just wanting to be held in the arms of the master all the time.

He has come back, and he will never leave Master again.

After a long time, Xie Qingrang barely restrained his emotions, and the brain occupied by great joy and great sorrow regained a little clarity.

He touched the back of Huo Xun's head, slowly let go of his embrace, stared at him and traced his facial features carefully.

"Ah Xun has grown up, and he is so different from when he was a child, I can hardly recognize him."

Huo Xun smiled, and said: "Master hates my current appearance, he almost kicked me out just now."

He ignored the painful experience of being forcibly thrown into the blood pool to exchange blood and reshape the skin and bones of the meridians, and he didn't want Master to feel sorry for him again.

But how could Xie Qingrang not know that he was suffering.

In the original book, the main character came on the stage to join the Qixia School. Before that, his childhood experience was described in a half-hidden way of holding a pipa, and he brushed a few strokes lightly in a glimpse, but it was enough for people to imagine his previous life. Tragic experience.

As the protagonist, it seems that he deserves to suffer.

But as an apprentice, Xie Qingrang would only feel distressed if he suffered a little bit.

He hugged Huo Xun's neck, buried his head in his arms, and asked him softly,

"Ah Xun, have you had a hard time these years?..."

Huo Xun's nose was sore and his heart was suffocated. He leaned against Xie Qingrang's arms and wept bitterly, just like when he was a child.

"Master... these years, I have had a hard time..."

If he hadn't been thinking about Master, he wouldn't have known how to climb up from the depths of hell.

Xie Qing let tears flow down again, feeling distressed like soaking in salt water.

Huo Xun didn't want to see him cry again, he took a breath, wiped away his tears, and raised the wine jar at hand: "Master, let's drink, I want to drink this jar of wine with you, for so many years, always Want it so so much."

Xie Qingrang nodded, took the jar of wine: "Okay, drink."

He brushed off the clay sculpture on the wine jar, opened the wine lid, and the rich aroma of wine wafted into the nostrils, soon filling the whole room.

Without a wine cup, he raised the wine jar, took a sip, and then handed the wine jar to Huo Xun.

Huo Xun took it, raised his head and took a sip, the spicy taste rushed straight into his lungs, but the taste was soft and smooth, with endless aftertaste.

He turned over, lay on his back, rested his head on Xie Qingrang's lap, narrowed his eyes, and smiled happily: "Master, this is the best wine I've ever had."

Qing Rang looked down at him, smiled too, picked up the wine jar at hand and poured wine into his mouth, then took another big gulp himself.

"To be happy today, when it becomes clear."

Huo Xun turned around and hugged his waist, smiled lowly, his shoulders kept trembling.

Xie Qingrang took another sip of wine, and for the first time, he laughed so presumptuously that his body fell backwards.

Huo Xun was supported by him on his back, causing him to gently fall to the ground, and then he was completely pressed up, his body curled up, and his head rubbed against his chest.

Xie Qingrang saw him trying hard to act like a baby in his arms like when he was a child, but he couldn't do it because of his body shape, so it was funny and helpless.

He grabbed the hair on the back of Huo Xun's head, pulled his head away, and softly pretended to be angry: "Little bastard, you are as tall as Master, so don't try to act like a baby, are you trying to crush him to death as a teacher?"

Huo Xun groaned pitifully, and moved away unwillingly, hating himself for growing so fast.

Xie Qing asked him to pat his head, and stroked him to comfort him. He also wanted to make up for the eight years he lost with Ah Xun, but this was not the way to do it.

He sighed, and said melancholy: "A Xun is only fifteen this year, right? I'm afraid he will be much taller than Master in the future."

Huo Xun also sighed, more melancholy than him: "Master, I don't want to grow up."

When I grow up, I can no longer be held in the arms of the master.