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Chu Qiumo slept for a long time.

When he woke up again, he found that he was already in Rong Yan's cave, and there was a soft bed under him.

hiss--

He wanted to sit up, but as soon as his wrists reached the bed, he lost his strength. Seeing that his body was about to fall to the bed, an arm wrapped around his waist.

Behind him was the familiar cold fragrance, the man said, "Your injury is still not healed, so don't move around for now."

Chu Qiumo closed her eyes and ignored him.

Rong Yan helplessly put the little apprentice back on the bed, stared at the boy's closed eyes, and said in a low voice, "It's because the teacher came late."

The young man's eyelashes trembled, and almost instantly, two lines of tears slid down his cheeks, Rong Yan's heart tightened, and just as he was about to say something, the young man turned over and curled up with his back facing him.

The suppressed sobs came to his ears, Rong Yan felt a sudden pain in his heart, and he could no longer deceive himself.

He got on the bed, hugged the young man from behind, stretched his arms and gently stroked the back of the young man's head, "Master, I know you have been wronged, so cry."

The young man's suppressed crying finally turned into howling, Rong Yan patiently accompanied him, stroking his hair, quietly waiting for the young man to finish crying.

After a long time, the young man's muffled hoarse voice came, "My cultivation...is it all abolished?"

Rong Yan's hand stroking the young man's hair paused, and said, "No, you just ran out of spiritual energy and your meridians were slightly damaged."

Chu Qiumo fell silent.

The tingling pain in the heart before coma still faintly remained in his body, Chu Qiumo raised his hand to untie his belt to take a look, but found that the whole hand had no feeling——

His voice trembled, "What's wrong with my...my hand?"

I didn't notice it at first, but I lost feeling in both hands, so my feet...

Chu Qiumo's body suddenly trembled violently, Rong Yan hugged him, his eyes were full of worry and distress, he grabbed the young man's wrists with both hands from behind, and his tone was low and unquestionable, "It's nothing serious, It just takes time to recover.”

Chu Qiumo's shaking gradually became smaller, and he asked cautiously, "Are you really all right?"

Rong Yan closed his eyes and said firmly, "It's really fine."

Chu Qiumo seemed to be relieved, but then he asked a little puzzled, "Then...then why can't I feel..."

Rong Yan smiled softly, "It's just that the injury hasn't healed yet."

Chu Qiumo: "Oh, the person who arrested me that day..."

Rong Yan patted the young man's head, "Okay, you just woke up, take a rest, don't worry about other things, the teacher will help you, huh?"

long silence.

When there was no response, Rong Yan said harshly, "Lingyun, do you blame me?"

The young man shook his head, and his tone was forced to be brisk, "No, how could it be?"

Rong Yan paused, "Master, I know."

In the next few months, Rong Yan had to help Chu Qiumo sort out the context every day. If the foundation was damaged, it would be a disaster for future cultivation if he was not careful.

Fortunately, Rong Yan's cultivation was advanced, so nothing went wrong.

only…

"Master, tell me, are my limbs really broken?"

The young man was lying on the soft couch by the window, bathing in the sunlight outside the window. After so many days of recuperation, his face had not turned rosy. He tilted his head slightly, and the sunlight almost coated him with a soft white halo. , Delicate and fragile, as if it will disappear into this world if you are not careful.

Rong Yan grabbed his hand in a panic, and after feeling the real touch in his palm, he said in a deep voice, "No, don't think too much about it."

Chu Qiumo smiled self-deprecatingly, with moist eyes, "Master, this disciple has always believed in you, but this time..."

The unfinished meaning in his words was obvious, Rong Yan held Chu Qiumo's hand tightly.

The young man on the soft couch was thin, and the heavy fur coat could not cover his thinning body. At this time, the early spring was slightly cold, and immortal cultivators were not afraid of the severe cold. Rong Yan was only wearing a single coat, while Chu Qiumo was like an ordinary person. , wrapped into a meat ball.

The atmosphere was obviously gloomy, but Chu Qiumo's cheeks slowly turned red.

Rong Yan's eyes flashed, and he asked in a low voice, "Bloating again?"

Chu Qiumo hesitated for a while, then gritted his teeth and nodded shyly.

Xianjun chuckled, bent down and picked him up, and said as he walked, "It's been so many days, and you still haven't gotten used to it?"

The young man squinted at him with shame and annoyance, but his eyes were shining brightly.

Rong Yan took a breath, then naturally untied the boy's belt with one hand, supported..., and said in a normal tone, "Pee."

Usually Rong Yan doesn't speak, so Chu Qiumo has always regarded him as a robot, enduring his shame for a while and passing by, but today is different, that man's cold hands made him shiver uncontrollably, he thought he was innocent Thin lips also spit out such... words, it's just... just...

The young man didn't move for a long time, Rong Yan tilted his head, his breath almost sprayed in his ears, "What's wrong?"

Chu Qiumo shook, and there was a pattering sound from inside the barrel.

Someone seemed to be chuckling.

After everything was done, Xianjun hugged the little apprentice and put him back on the soft couch. When he was about to get up, the young man's arms were around his neck.

Rong Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, "En?"

Chu Qiumo blinked, "Master, I'm sorry to bother you every day, but you should call Yue Zhihan to help me."

Anyway, the brothers who grew up together, at least Chu Qiumo would not feel so embarrassed.

Rong Yan's face gradually darkened, he narrowed his eyes, and the emotion in his voice was unclear, "You have a good relationship with him?"

Chu Qiumo still nodded without knowing it. In order to get rid of this embarrassing thing every day, he spared no effort to give an example, "Yes, we grew up together when we were young. I know about his bedwetting when he was seven years old. Haha, don't worry, Master, he will take good care of me."

Rong Yan straightened his body, he didn't say yes or no.

The next day, Rong Yan brought Xiao Hui back.

The little gray bird quietly followed behind Immortal Monarch Moyi, fluttering its gray fleshy wings, keeping a certain distance from someone.

Chu Qiumo's eyes widened, and she said in surprise, "Xiao Hui, can you fly?"

Xiao Hui excitedly chirped and called out twice, changed the depression she had when following Rong Yan, and wanted to throw herself into the young man's embrace like a small cannonball.

Someone quickly pinched the back of its neck with two fingers, and there was a faint warning in his voice, "He's hurt."

Xiaohui Heidou rolled his eyes, and Jiujiu struggled.

Chu Qiumo hurriedly said, "Okay, I'm not that weak, Xiao Hui, come quickly."

The boy stretched out his arms, trying to flatten his palms as usual, but suddenly found that he couldn't exert any strength on his wrists. He forced a smile, and hid his hands back.

Xiao Hui lightly landed on the soft couch, it walked crookedly to the boy's hand, and rubbed those fair and slender fingers.

Choo Choo Choo?

Yunyun, what happened to your hand?

Chu Qiumo pretended to be relaxed and said, "It's all right, it's just a small injury."

Tweet!

you're lying!

Chu Qiumo: "..." Are all the birds so smart now?

Xiaohui flapped its wings, flew onto the young man's shoulder, and rubbed towards the neck. It became a ball and then stopped moving. The whole bird seemed to be covered in a very depressed mood.

Chu Qiumo just laughed for a while, and teased Xiao Hui again, and now her cheeks are much rosier.

Rong Yan stood aside thoughtfully, his tall and straight body almost blocked all the sunlight outside the window, against the light, his face could not be seen clearly, Chu Qiumo only listened to him and said, "Lingyun, as a teacher, I am going to teach you Look for some medicine and come back in about ten days, I will arrange a boy to take care of you these days, so you can rest in the cave to recuperate."

Chu Qiumo looked up, "Is it dangerous?"

Rong Yan seemed to be smiling, his tone was very light, but there was a certain arrogance, "What danger can there be in this Cloud Realm?"

Chu Qiumo thinks about it too, Rong Yan is already a great power in the Transcending Tribulation Period, and he is just one step away from becoming a fairy. In this world, there is nothing dangerous for him.

The young man smiled slightly, his unfurled brows and eyes were amazing, "Then I will trouble Master."

Hearing the young man's somewhat alienated words, Rong Yan's eyes sank.

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It has been more than nine days since Rong Yan left, and Chu Qiumo's hands and feet are inconvenient, so he has been lying on the soft couch, basking in the sun and eating the nuts peeled for him by the boy, his life is quite comfortable.

It's just that today is a little different, there seem to be a few boys missing.

Chu Qiumo took the fairy fruit from the boy in purple clothes without changing his expression. The fairy fruit was red and the size of a strawberry, which was very different from the usual ones offered by the boys.

He looked at the purple-clothed boy for a second, but the purple-clothed boy lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes very respectfully.

Chu Qiumo thought for a while, and then told the remaining three boys in the cave, "Go down first."

The three boys looked at each other and then left in a low voice.

When only the purple-clothed boy was left in the cave, Chu Qiumo laughed and cursed, "You are getting better and better!"

The man took off his disguise, revealing a handsome and familiar face. He smiled and said, "How is it? Has my disguise skill increased again?"

Chu Qiumo gave him a contemptuous look, and said strangely, "Come if you want, why are you still acting like this?"

Yue Zhihan frowned slightly, also a little puzzled, "I don't know, I wanted to come up, but the boy stopped me."

Chu Qiumo snorted lightly, but didn't take it seriously.

But Yue Zhihan moved closer to him, picked out a bright red fairy fruit and fed it to the young man's lips, hesitantly said, "You said... Could it be that the fairy hates me?"

Chu Qiumo opened his mouth to grab the fairy fruit, and gave Yue Zhihan a supercilious look.

"If Master hates you, do you think you can still live to this day?"

Yue Zhihan sat on the edge of the soft couch, very close to the boy, he tilted his head, and could almost see the boy's rosy lips and white teeth...

Boom——The familiar hotness immediately swept through his body again, Yue Zhihan nodded indiscriminately, he didn't know what he was echoing.

After a while, Yue Zhihan regained his composure. He remembered the purpose of his trip, turned sideways, put his hand on the boy's ear, and said softly, "Lingyun, I have something to tell you."

Chu Qiumo was used to being crazy with him, so he didn't take it seriously, and said casually, "What's the matter?"

Yue Zhihan suddenly lowered his body, the tip of his nose was almost touching the boy's nose, he stretched out his hand to caress the boy's cheek, his eyes were full of obsession that was about to overflow.

Chu Qiumo finally felt something was wrong.

"Lingyun...I like it..."

Ding—the blackening value is five stars.

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The world wants something sweet, Cheek.