The tyrant fell in love with his master again [Rebirth]

The night sky in the Demon Realm was overcast with clouds, and a round of blood moon was hidden in the thick clouds, filled with a hazy dark red light.

This scene was quite different from the ordinary world. Su Tongguang glanced out of the window with complicated emotions, then drew the curtains, turned and got on the couch.

On the couch, Lin Yebei, who had finished washing, was obediently hugging the bedding, leaning against the bed and waiting for him.

Ruxue's hair flowed down her thin shoulders, and her curled eyelashes cast a faint shadow under the warm yellow light, adding a bit of fragility and beauty to her.

"You must be exhausted today,"

Su Tongguang sighed pitifully, and massaged his scalp with his fingers, "Let's rest earlier."

Lin Yebei nodded, curled up into the brocade quilt, blinked his clear eyes, and suddenly asked in a low voice:

"Brother, my leg... When will it get better?"

His body was too badly damaged by the Demon Slaying Arrow, and with the powerful power of the spirit pill, he could only guarantee the basic recovery of his heart and dantian.

It has no effect on the damage to the soul and the damage to the meridians of the legs.

Su Tongguang bit his lip lightly. He also wasn't sure if he could heal Lin Yebei's legs, and he didn't even know if the other party had the possibility of cultivating spiritual power again.

Just now when he taught Lin Yebei the method of entraining qi, that man felt a twinge of pain in his internal organs after only a small cycle.

Fearing that Lin Yebei's injury would be aggravated, he hastily called a stop, checked his pulse repeatedly to confirm that he was fine, and then reluctantly let go.

"Brother will figure out a way, don't worry, taking good care of your body is the key."

He patted Lin Yebei's back, and hummed a little tune for peace of mind, until the man's eyelashes drooped and his breathing became steady and long, then he withdrew his hand.

After blowing out the flickering candles, Su Tongguang lay on his back with his hands under his head, his radiant almond eyes filled with worry.

Even though he was exhausted all over, he didn't dare to relax in the slightest.

After all, they are in the Demon Realm, and they are surrounded by first-class demon cultivators. Not only are they unable to escape, but even their own safety cannot be guaranteed.

Besides, not only Lin Yebei is in a worrying state, but even Jiu Li is still in a coma.

He tried to feed it some porridge, and then hid it in his storage bag to prevent it from being discovered by Wu Yuelian and others.

There was silence all around, and his thoughts came flooding in. Hearing Lin Yebei's soft breathing, he couldn't help but think of everything that happened when he first started.

At that time, he still harbored the ideal of becoming a peerless sword cultivator.

Although Qiu Fengling repeatedly poured cold water on him, saying that "the natural talent of the sword is not enough", he never thought about changing the way of cultivation.

However, things are unpredictable, in the second year of his entry, Qiu Fengling traveled down the mountain, and one day Lin Yebei was bitten by a tick, and he vomited, diarrhea and high fever.

There were only Mongolian doctors in the village at the foot of the mountain. He was really worried, so he could only diagnose and treat according to the medical books, and almost killed his young teacher and brother.

This was the first time he felt the fear of not being able to save his life. When Qiu Fengling returned from his wanderings, he told his master that he had changed his practice direction and became a medical practitioner.

Since it is impossible to reach the peak of swordsmanship, being able to treat diseases and save lives with a pair of masterful hands is also a kind of perfection.

"Xiaobei, brother will definitely find a way to heal your legs so that you can practice spiritual power again."

He swears in a low voice that only he can hear, and as the night gets darker, he also feels drowsy and falls into a deep sleep.

The bedroom was quiet and quiet, and the crimson moonlight diffused in through the window lattice, stretching the two sneaking figures to length.

In a daze, Su Tongguang seemed to feel something tightening around his waist, but he couldn't struggle to wake up.

The end of his nose was filled with a strong fragrance, so beautiful that it made people sink, his consciousness was getting further and further away, until he fell into complete darkness.

On the other side, the sleeping Lin Yebei also curled up because of the cold.

In the dry dantian, traces of extremely cold spiritual power inexplicably gushed out, his face turned pale, and he murmured unconsciously: "It's so cold..."

In the haze, it seemed that someone sighed softly, and stretched out his arms to hug him tightly.

The man's dantian was filled with extremely strong heat, which made him unable to bear it in the freezing cold, and then buried his head deeply in the flesh.

There was a steady and powerful heartbeat next to his ears, his soft lips moved, and he murmured a name softly, and his lips were immediately covered by something warm, with no gaps in the middle, lingering.

Time passed by overnight, and when Lin Yebei woke up again, it was already broad daylight.

He blinked to adapt to the bright light, and looked for Su Tongguang who was lying beside him, but he didn't want to but suddenly bumped into another pair of scarlet phoenix eyes: "Good morning, Master."

When a person just woke up, his expression was the most calm and true. Lin Yebei saw that his eyes were slightly narrowed, with a hint of lazy elegance, but also a bit of sadness and confusion. When he stared at him, his eyes were full of dissatisfaction. With disguised eagerness:

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Seeing that Xiu Jie's fingertips were about to touch his face, Lin Yebei's heart shuddered, and he quickly shrank back:

"It's... pretty good."

After that, he looked around anxiously:

"Brother Tongguang, why didn't you see him?"

Fu Hanzhang noticed his shrinking, his eyes darkened: "He has some things to do, he got up early, and asked me to take care of you first."

He said this without thinking, and Lin Yebei couldn't raise any doubts. Just as he was thinking about how to stay away from this person who made him feel terrified, a plate of fragrant meat buns was delivered to him.

"Master didn't eat any food yesterday, so he must be hungry now," Fu Hanzhang smiled, picked up a bun with jade chopsticks and brought it to his mouth,

"I changed the cooking method to make the skin of the buns thinner and tougher. Do you like it?"

"Thank you..." Lin Yebei pursed his lips slightly.

Although he wasn't used to this feeding method, there was only a pair of jade chopsticks on the left and right, and he struggled for a moment, before he opened his mouth and bit the bun skin.

He chewed carefully, and Fu Hanzhang fed him patiently. Seeing his fair cheeks gradually swell, he couldn't help laughing and said:

"Master, eat slowly, there are still a lot of buns."

"Don't call me Master..."

Lin Yebei licked the corners of his lips unsatisfied, and a smear of embarrassment floated on his face: "I haven't joined Uncle Qiu's family yet, how can I be ashamed to be someone else's teacher?"

At this moment, his mentality was no different from that of a six or seven-year-old child. Although he was still afraid of Fu Hanzhang in his heart, he couldn't refuse the kindness that came to his door.

However, Fu Hanzhang's face did not become happy because of Lin Yebei's words, but the smile faded away, revealing a barrenness.

"You don't want to listen to me...calling you Master?"

The appearance of the Demon Race is still slightly different from that of the Human Race. His beautiful face became cold, and immediately revealed a frightening sharpness.

Lin Yebei panicked all of a sudden, and retreated instinctively, but Fu Hanzhang grabbed his wrist tightly.

"Let me go..." He frowned and tried to break free, but the other party's wrist was as hard as iron, and he couldn't break it apart no matter what.

Fu Hanzhang watched his movements without blinking, his eyes gradually covered with blood.

Even when he was in love in his previous life, he still called Si Xi like this. To him, the word "master" was redemption, heartache, and even more unspeakable sadness.

All the things he has experienced show the unpredictable nature of human relationships, and only the name of master and apprentice can make him feel at ease.

If it weren't for this undeniable relationship, he couldn't even think of any reason for him to keep Lin Yebei by his side after Lin Yebei changed his mind.

But now, even this only bond is about to be obliterated.

"It was you who failed me and hurt me first,"

The dark red devil's breath surged, gradually eroding his sanity, and the fingers holding Lin Yebei's wrist unconsciously tightened, until the other's face couldn't help showing pain,

"Why can't I call Master?"

In just a short moment, his mind was spinning all over the place, but Lin Yebei didn't know it. He just felt that the person in front of him became extremely terrifying and struggled more violently.

"You devil...let go!"

He struggled violently, and his legs couldn't use his strength, so he quickly lost his balance and fell from the couch.

During the struggle between the two, they accidentally flipped the porcelain plate containing the steamed stuffed buns over, and it shattered into several pieces with a bang sound. When Lin Yebei fell to the ground, the sharp porcelain pieces quickly pierced the skin of his legs, and blood gushed out out.

The color of blood stung Fu Hanzhang's eyes, and also calmed down his emotions that were on the verge of boiling.

He stared blankly at Lin Yebei curled up, covering the bleeding wound with his fingers, his eyelashes quivered slightly, and tears fell down his cheeks.

Crystal tears gushed out from the eyes of different colors, moistened the delicate and fair face, and then flowed to the sharp chin.

He shrank and leaned against the bed, his body trembling, and a broken sob came from his throat, and he refused to look up at Fu Hanzhang again.

Fu Hanzhang was stunned.

This was the first time he saw Lin Yebei crying.

No matter whether he pulled out his ruthless root or humiliated him, that person never shed a single tear.

Even when the Demon Killing Arrow passed through his chest, he just smiled lightly, neither complaining nor regretting.

Now he would cry wantonly for the wound of the bump, but he no longer wants to get close to himself.

Fu Hanzhang's lips trembled. He wanted to wipe the tears off Lin Yebei's face, but he dared not reach out.

At this time, the closed palace door was suddenly opened, and a figure in green clothes rushed up angrily, pushing him away:

"Your Majesty the Demon Monarch left the government affairs unattended, why did he come to disturb Xiao Bei again? This is...how could he be hurt like this?"

It was Su Tongguang who came, and when he saw Lin Yebei's tearful face and blood-stained wound, his complexion turned dark immediately.

"You'd better stay away from Xiaobei, he just escaped from the ghost gate, don't you want to see him have a peaceful life?"

He scolded Fu Hanzhang angrily, turned around and put his arms around Lin Yebei, half-supporting and half-embracing him to sit back on the couch.

"Brother Tongguang has to take out the broken porcelain pieces. It may hurt a little, so bear with it." Su Tongguang took a breath of heartache, took out a silver tweezers from his storage bag, and squeezed Lin Yebei's wound. The fragments of the porcelain plates were removed one by one.

Lin Yebei was trembling with pain, but he never said a word, he just bit his lip and wept silently.

This appearance seemed to have hit Fu Hanzhang hard in the chest with a heavy punch, which made his heart ache uncontrollably.

At this moment, even if he stayed in this hall for a moment longer, it would be a torment for him.

He looked away from Lin Yebei in embarrassment, turned around and walked out the door quickly.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked to the long corridor outside the door, he met Wu Yuelan who also had a gloomy face.

On that person's exquisite and glamorous face, a touch of reddish palm marks were particularly eye-catching.

He looked up at Fu Hanzhang, a wry smile slowly appeared on his lips:

"Your Majesty, it seems that you, like the minister, broke up after a quarrel."

The author has something to say: This chapter has warm childhood memories to kill~Guangguang is such a lovely mother TAT

Hanzhang's current state is that he is sick and delicate and has not been cleansed, and occasionally has an attack. Don't worry, everyone, I will let reality and Dad Bei beat him!

Finally touch the injured and bleeding hamster Xiaobei, mom loves you so much

Continue to update at 0 o'clock in the evening (Where is my liver? Where is my liver?!)

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