Master Xiao thinks about those years

Inside the house, Fu Nian was in a state of confusion.

Even so, he still put the weak and unconscious one in his arms on the bed with [-]% caution.

The moment Fu Nian put down Yan Chen, the palm of Fu Nian also transformed into a bloody spiritual power at the same time. His generous hand grasped the plain hand with well-defined joints, and the bloody spiritual power was transmitted from his palm to that hand. The palm of the plain hand.

He wanted to use his spiritual power to repair Mo Qing's broken bones.He had finally met him, and he hadn't tortured him seriously, how could he die?

Um?How can you die?

Fu Nian's heart was intertwined with anger and fear, and his veins were cold.

The person on the bed was lying so quietly, he was suddenly not sure whether he was dead or alive.

Infinite fear enveloped him, as if he had returned to six years ago.

As a result, the spiritual power in his palm came in even more violently, and he wished that in an instant, he could give everything he had to the lying person.As long as he can wake up.

"Moqing, I won't let you die!"

Fu Nian's eyes were gloomy, and he tightly held that pale hand, fearing that if he relaxed, he would fly away like a bird.

It seemed that the transmission of spiritual power was too eager, Yan Chen, who was in a coma, couldn't bear it, his brows were slightly frowned, and his eyelashes were trembling slightly.This subtle scene was captured by the rune.

The fearful and uneasy heart finally calmed down a little.

Fortunately, not dead.

Fu Nian held the slender hand in both hands, bent down, and felt the cold touch of that hand with his forehead, devoutly as if praying.It seems that this is the only way to feel the breath of that person's life more clearly.

At the same time, Yan Chen, who was unconscious on the bed, fell into a bizarre dream.

In the dream, lights and shadows were intertwined. At the beginning, it was in Shangyu, Yanwu Field, where the white gardenia petals were falling all over the sky, and the ragged young man Fu Nian knelt at his feet, kneeling in a field of fallen gardenias and looking up. With a humble face, she looked at him almost beggingly: "Qing Hui... the real man... I want to be your apprentice, can I?"

Sentimental and frightened, this is the original appearance of Fu Nian.

Yan Chen's heart was like swallowing spring water, and he wanted to reach out to touch the boy's frightened face, but just before his fingertips were about to touch that face, the screen suddenly changed, turning into a dark red palace with lights and shadows.

The smell of blood filled the surroundings, his waist was tightly restrained by a sharp hand, and a sinister and joking face was magnified in vain in front of him.

That face smiled, and contemptuous words whispered in his ears: "Women, shouldn't you be doing what you are supposed to do?"

For a moment, the heart seemed to be seized by the devil.

Yan Chen trembled all over, wanting to escape, but that face grew bigger and bigger in front of him.

Yan Chen wanted to exclaim, but couldn't say anything.

Then the screen jumped again, and came to the cold palace of Shangyu Jiuhan Palace.

Meng Huan, who looked like a child, walked obediently to his side with tea, holding the tea in both hands, and raised it high: "Master, please drink tea!"

Yan Chen saw himself smiling lightly in his previous life, served some tea, and touched Meng Huan's little head: "My teacher gave you a name, and you will be called Meng Huan from now on, how about it?"

Little Meng Huan's eyes brightened immediately: "Thank you, Master, for giving me the name!"

Meng Huan was so flattered that he was about to speak when a sudden voice came in.

"What is bullshit?"

Little Meng Huan turned his head, and saw a handsome and wicked young man standing by the door, he was also holding a cup of tea in his hand, but his brows were deeply frowned.

Meng Huan was taken aback, feeling inexplicably frightened, he looked at Yan Chen at the side: "Master... this is?"

Yan Chen smiled: "Don't be afraid Meng Huan, this is your senior brother, his name is Fu Nian, he is a very good person."

Fu Nian walked over with a sullen face and stared at Meng Huan: "I'm not a good person!"

Meng Huan's fair face tightened, he subconsciously took a step back, and then carefully pushed behind Yan Chen, pursing his mouth and daring not to speak.

The smile on Yan Chen's face disappeared, he put down the white jade teacup in his hand, and looked at Fu Nian with a bit of sullenness: "Fu Nian, Meng Huan will be your junior brother from now on, you are not allowed to bully him."

"Who bullied him, I just said a few words casually." Facing Yan Chen, Fu Nian immediately lost all the hostility in his eyes, not only was he not angry, but there was a trace of grievance in his words.

"Since he came, Master has been protecting him like this. Is he better than me?" Fu Nian put down the celadon tea cup on the table, right next to the white jade tea cup that Meng Huan handed to Yan Chen.

Putting the two teacups together, one is green and the other is white, as if comparing each other.

Fu Nian was deliberately placed next to the white jade teacup. What was brewed in his teacup was Master's favorite green snow, and Master should drink his.

Yan Chen sighed, a little ironic: "No one is better than anyone else, you and Meng Huan are the same, both are my apprentices."

Fu Nian muttered in his heart: "But I don't want to be like him."

"Okay, come over and say hello to Meng Huan." Yan Chen smiled and gestured to Fu Nian.

Fu Nian's face was half sullen, and after finally suppressing the dissatisfaction in his heart, he looked at the child hiding behind Yan Chen.

He said coldly, "I will be your senior brother from now on, if you don't understand anything, just ask me."

Meng Huan Xinde, who looked like a child, moved out from behind Yan Chen bit by bit.Raising his head, he looked at the unfriendly young man in front of him tremblingly: "Master, senior brother... Please give me more, more advice..."

"En." Fu Nian replied vaguely and coldly, as if he recognized this little junior brother.

Yan Chen stood aside, smiled and touched the heads of Fu Nian and Meng Huan.

Fu Nian raised his head suddenly, his eyes were piercing: "Will Master stay with me forever?"

Yan Chen was a little surprised, Zheng was stunned for a while, then smiled and said: "Of course, I will always be with you and Meng Huan."

"Hmph! I didn't mention Meng Huan..." Fu Nian pursed his lips tightly, slandering dissatisfiedly in his heart.

"What's the matter? You suddenly asked, did something happen?" Yan Chen continued to ask.

"No, the tea is getting cold, master, drink it quickly!"

After Fu Nian finished speaking, he turned around suddenly and ran away with his head down.

"Fu... Read..." Yan Chen just opened his mouth, but the boy in front of him had disappeared.

"This child..." Yan Chen was a little dazed, he tilted his head, and his eyes happened to hit the two teacups on the table.

The white jade one was handed to him by Meng Huan just now, and the celadon one was sent by Fu Nian...

"Master, brother...doesn't he like me?" The little Meng Huan stood beside Yan Chen, his hands shaking uneasy, his eyes flickering.

Yan Chen looked back at the direction where Fu Nian ran away, and smiled: "No, he... just hasn't adapted yet. Don't worry."

"okay."

The scene is real, and the scene is like yesterday. Yan Chen stood in the void space, watching himself talking with two apprentices in his previous life. This scene was when he just took Meng Huan under his door. A little piqued and ran away.

At that time, Yan Chen felt very surprised, because this was the first time that Fu Nian lost his temper with him since he entered his teacher's school.

Although he felt a little disappointed at the time, he didn't take it very seriously. He thought, children always find it difficult to accept newcomers, and it will be fine in the future.

Revisiting this scene now, Yan Chen has captured something that he did not capture in his previous life.

At the moment when Fu Nian turned and ran away, Yan Chen was standing on the side, clearly seeing his bright eyes, the upturned corners of his eyes, dotted with faint water drops.