Guqin becomes a beauty

The God of Cookery settled all the injured, and sat by Ling Xingwei's bed, looking at the guy who refused to leave, feeling a little helpless.

"Xiao Rongrong, are you sure you don't want to go back to rest?"

"I don't feel any pain yet." Rong Zun nestled at the end of the bed, shrinking himself into a small piece to try not to touch Ling Xingwei.

The God of Cookery stretched out his fingers and pressed on his forehead, and immediately there was a "hiss".Rong Zun covered himself with some grievances, and looked up.

It was rubbed red all over, the guy who was always neat and elegant, now he was in a lot of embarrassment.

The God of Cookery chuckled twice, and said, "It's up to you."

Rong Zun pursed his lips, and approached carefully, watching the God of Cookery applying medicine to the wound on Ling Xingwei's back.The skin of those naked scars was turned over, and the scorched black inside was mixed with blood, which was very hideous.

"Why, don't worry about me? Why don't you come here." God of Cookery looked at him, and handed over the medicine in his hand.

Rong Zun shook his head, his hands were shaking slightly, "You come first."

"Tsk, didn't you let anyone touch your precious piano in the past? Why, now that you are older, your eyesight is not working well?" God of Cookery said, and suddenly stopped, "Huh? Why is he now... Phoenix? ?”

"Let's talk about it later, you heal his injury first."

The God of Cookery rolled his eyes secretly, he applied good medicine to the trauma, and spent some divine power to get in.

"I'm not Yugu. I'm good at killing chickens. Saving people is all about luck." He stood up with a serious face, "Whether Xingwei can survive this time depends entirely on himself."

Rong Zun shook.

The God of Cookery looked at his pale face, and reminded him with a serious face: "Rong Zun, the successful crossing of the tribulation this time will do you great harm, so don't waste your soul to save him."

"Leave me alone, just find a place to sleep by yourself, and I'll go find you tomorrow."

The God of Cookery has long been accustomed to his behavior of crossing rivers and tearing down bridges, so he didn't even bother to get angry, so he opened the door and walked out.

Fortunately, this man has a reliable apprentice who knows etiquette. Cheng Lian has already been waiting at the door. When he saw him, he saluted respectfully, "Master Chef God."

Because the God of Cookery was born too early, he has no name and surname, and he gathered and condensed because of "food". Later, he honored the god's position, so he has always called himself the God of Cookery.

"Chenglian, were you scared just now?"

For these ancient gods who are used to treating old men of his age as children, Cheng Lian was very helpless, smiled wryly, and looked inside worriedly, "My lord, are my master and Xing Wei alright?"

"Ah, I don't know!" The God of Cookery stretched out his arms and walked lazily forward, "I'm sleepy, do you have any spare room and take me there quickly, I've been tossing around all night, ouch, my magic weapon, ouch My 3-year cultivation base..."

"My lord..." Cheng Lian jumped anxiously.

……

Inside the room, Rong Zun looked at Ling Xingwei lying on the bed with his back up, and leaned over gently.

Supported by his arms, he watched his sleeping face lowly.

He seemed very uncomfortable, his brows were tightly furrowed, and the corners of his lips were drawn into a line.

"Sambo...do you feel pain?"

Ling Xing did not answer.

Rong Zun's eyelids drooped, "It must be very painful." He stretched out his hand and brushed away the hair on Ling Xingwei's forehead, fearing that it would hurt him, he carefully walked around his back.

Recalling the moment when Tianlei struck Ling Xingwei, he felt that suffocation hit him again. .

If this person is gone, what should I do if this person is gone...?

Xingwei has always been by his side, even if he ran away from home back then, he didn't think what would happen - for some reason, he was so sure in his heart that Xingwei belonged to him, and Xingwei would come back sooner or later.

When Penglai experienced the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation for the first time, there was no one around him. At that time, while he was afraid, he took the time to think: This is all right, when that kid comes back, he will probably be scared to cry.

As a result, now... the one who was scared and cried became him.

Rong Zun rubbed his moist eye sockets, and lay down beside him, his palms slowly dissipated his spiritual energy, "Wake up quickly, don't sleep..."

***

The next day Cheng Lian came to knock on the door, but there was no one answering, he felt anxious, pushed the door open and entered, and saw Master and Xing Wei lying on the bed.

He breathed a sigh of relief and called softly, "Master, breakfast is ready."

Rong Zun didn't wake up.

"Master?"

Cheng called three times, but no one answered, rushed to the bed, and saw Rong Zun's face was pale, as if he had lost consciousness.

"Master?!" He yelled, passing by the door around the beam, and poked his head in, "What's wrong?"

"Master fainted again!"

"Wait, I'll call someone!" Zhou Liang frowned, turned around and ran out again.

When he brought the God of Cookery, the chubby man seemed to have expected this to happen, sighed and shook his head, "This little Rongrong will never make people worry."

"Master Chef God, please take a look at Master!"

"What is it called, be careful to call out your master's soul."

Cheng Lian immediately shut his mouth.

Outside, except for Chun Lei who was still taking care of Jiu Xiao who was still awake, everyone else surrounded him weakly.

"Brother Chenglian, how is your lord?" Luqi asked worriedly.

Cheng Lian frowned.

The God of Cookery stuffed a elixir into Rong Zun's mouth, while muttering: "I told him not to let him spend any more spiritual power on Xing Wei, but he didn't listen, and he didn't give up until he squeezed himself out, right?"

Cheng Lian watched Rong Zun's complexion gradually return to color, and he breathed a sigh of relief, "Master, Master, is he okay?"

"That depends on whether he can do it or not!" The God of Cookery snorted, "I think back then when the god experienced nine days of thunder and calamity, there was no one to help him, and he lay half dead for more than ten days before he regained some strength. This guy Rong Zun doesn't know how to cherish blessings, he is anxious to hand over his unheated breath to the heavens, and I have nothing to do with it."

"Master Chef God, you still have to save Master! Don't worry, we will take good care of Master when he wakes up this time." Cheng Lian promised, and the other Qins also nodded.

The God of Cookery kicked the bed angrily, "Did you hear me, wake up soon! I'm too old to let so many people worry about you."

Rong Zun opened his eyes slowly, and said in a low voice, "I'm embarrassed, so I don't want to be disturbed by you."

"Hey, the thick-skinned Rongshen has learned to save face in front of the juniors now? Then can you do something reliable first?" The God of Cookery sneered, "Take a few more breaths, and wait until Xingwei wakes up and sees the face next to him. There was a mummy lying there, and then I was frightened to death and went back."

"Master, please slow down..." Seeing that Rong Zun was about to get off the ground, Cheng Lian hurried forward to support him.Seeing that he was ostentatious, but still seemed to be angry with the God of Cookery, the others were relieved.

"The nutritious porridge cooked by the God of Cookery in the morning is much better than the one I made last time. Even a mortal like me feels full of strength after eating it." Cheng Lian supported him and sat down at the table.

Lu Qi filled a bowl and came over.

"Have you all eaten?"

"I've eaten. Seeing that you haven't woken up yet, I didn't bother you."

Rong Zun nodded lightly, picked up the spoon without any strength, took two bites, and asked, "How do you all feel? Why haven't you seen Ah Chun and Xiao Jiu?"

"Everyone has skin trauma. Xiaojiu hasn't woken up yet. Master Cookery has seen it. There is nothing serious. Ah Chun is taking care of him."

Rong Zun put down the spoon, "I'll go and see him."

Everyone followed him to Jiuxiao's room, and Chunlei stood up, "My lord."

"How is Xiaojiu?"

"It's pretty good, I didn't cry or make trouble, I have been sleeping." Chunlei smiled, "Master Chef said that this time it was a blessing in disguise. After this calamity, Xiao Jiu's cultivation base will greatly increase, and it has something to do with it if he doesn't wake up." .”

"That's right! And Xiaobao!" Rong Zun suddenly remembered that he had seen that familiar white shadow pounce on him for so long.

"Xiao Bao is also sleeping, similar to Xiao Jiu's situation."

"Could it be that it's finally going to take shape?" Rong Zun was a little excited, and he felt a little happy after seeing the rest of his life, and his mood improved a lot.

It's great, everyone didn't get hurt, but their cultivation has improved.

Now only Xingwei is still alive or dead.

When Rong Zun returned to the room where Ling Xingwei was lying alone, Cheng Lian couldn't help asking: "Master Chef, is Xingwei's situation really not optimistic?"

God of Cookery chuckled twice, looked at Rong Zun's disappearing back, with an inscrutable expression on his face, "Just wait, someone will appreciate me in the future, hahaha."

In the next room, the melodious sound of the piano sounded.

……

Ling Xingwei felt as if he had had a very, very long dream. In the dream, Rong Zun hugged him, crying and saying that he was wrong, what he said back then was all nonsense, and begged his forgiveness...

He also said that he was his only one, that Nie Zheng, Han Zheng, Cheng and even Gu Tan all rushed down the mountain, and it was enough to leave him alone...

He was excited for a moment, couldn't help hugging him tightly, and opened his mouth to kiss his face, "Then let's be together forever!"

Then there was a jolt, before Rong Zun could react, he woke up with a start.

When I opened my eyes, my mind was still not clear enough to tell whether it was a dream or reality.

Until Rong Zun's figure suddenly appeared, he stretched out a hand from the side of the bed, and pressed it on his forehead, "Sambo, you're awake! How do you feel?" The palm was soft, and Ling Xingwei was in a daze, only seeing His mouth was moving, and his fair cheeks were close at hand, as if he had kissed him just now, "You haven't recovered your soul yet, so lie down. Don't worry, I asked Xiao Xu to ask for leave for you. No bonus will be deducted for sick leave.”

Ling Xingwei only felt that he might still be dreaming, and his eyes were fixed on the person in front of him.

Rong Zun sighed, thinking of the terrible scene again in his mind, he stretched out his hand and gently touched his cheek, "Stupid or not? I'm going through a robbery, why did you come here to join in the fun?"

Ling Xing didn't speak, his voice was hoarse, "Who made me like you."

After speaking, both of them were stunned.

"..."

Ling Xing closed his eyes without a "snap", pretending to be dead.

After a while, there was the sound of footsteps leaving in my ears.He didn't dare to open it quietly until the room was completely quiet. His chest was throbbing so hard that he felt like he was about to die than being struck by lightning.

not a dream...

What did he just... say? !

Rong Zun opened the door, and the God of Cookery in the corner outside led all the guqin teenagers to straighten up immediately, looking left and right.

Rong Zun, "Did you all hear what he said just now?"

Some people said "I heard it" and some "didn't have it" in a mess. After finishing speaking, everyone looked at each other, coughed lightly in embarrassment, and turned their eyes away.

"Then do you think that's what he meant?"

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Thank you to everyone who cooperated with my performance... I owe everyone an Oscar statuette hhhhh

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