"I can't sort it out..." Le Luo hesitated a little.

He was forbidden to use Xianli, and he didn't bring a comb in, so it was very difficult to wash the overly long hair.

Zhuo Fan had no choice but to bring a comb, and led Le Luo into it again.

Le Luo was standing inside, Zhuo Fan was holding the shower in one hand and the comb in the other, standing behind Le Luo and using the comb to comb along the direction of the clear water.

The long golden hair in his hand was soft and smooth, and when all the bubbles were washed away, Zhuo Fan turned off the water, dried the water on Le Luo's body with a towel, wiped his hair again, and helped him put it on Dressed in pajamas, she led him out of the bathroom.

The towel failed to completely cover Le Luo's wet hair, and the rest of the hair leaked out of the towel and hung behind him. Le Luo just stood in the living room in his pajamas and slippers. He saw Zhuo Fan enter the room, I was a little overwhelmed for a while, not knowing what to do next.

Le Luo's figure is thinner than Zhuo Fan's, so Zhuo Fan's pajamas look a little loose when worn on him, with a lazy and casual feeling.

Zhuo Fan came out of the room with something in his hand.

"What is this?" Le Luo asked.

"This is called a hair dryer, and it's used to dry your hair." Zhuo Fan took Le Luo to the sofa and sat down, picked up the hair dryer and showed Le Luo how to use it, and then began to help Le Luo blow his hair.

The wind rang, Le Luo sat motionless on the sofa, Ren Zhuofan picked up his hair to blow, the water vapor on the hair evaporated little by little under the hot wind, but Le Luo's hair was too long and too Too much, before all the hair was dried, Le Luo quickly caught the hair dryer as soon as Zhuo Fan let go of it.

He saw that Zhuo Fan fell asleep on the sofa because he was too tired.

In the quiet room, only the regular sound of the wind is still ringing.

Zhuo Fan's eyelashes were drooping, and his facial features were deep with quiet sleepiness.

Le Luo turned off the hair dryer as Zhuo Fan taught him just now, then put it aside, and then moved his fingers, a little fairy power lingered from the fingertips to his hair, and the water vapor on the hair was evaporated immediately. Jin Yao's long hair suddenly became refreshing and light.

Although it is very convenient to use Xianli, it violates the regulations that prohibit the use of Xianli at home, so Le Luo started to feel a little uneasy as soon as he dried his hair. He looked at Zhuo Fan and asked in a low voice: "I just saw you The disciple will not blame the teacher for the immortal power that is too tired for the disciple to use, right?"

Of course no one answered him.

He thought that no one would answer him again.

In the past, the care of Zhuo Yin was nothing more than treating Zhuo Yin as a disaster. No matter how gentle the smile on the outside, the heart was always as silent as a pool of stagnant water.

He has never tried to have real emotions like this before-whether it is joy or anxiety.

Even if he had gone through thousands of reincarnations and killed countless immortal seekers, even if the apprentice who had been with him pointed his sword at him, it still couldn't cause any waves in his heart.

He was created by the Dao of Heaven, but it is only a tool. The tools of the Dao of Heaven do not need the seven emotions and six desires, so he has not had the seven emotions and six desires since he was born.

In the past, even though he looked like a living person, his heart was dead.

It wasn't until the moment Zhuo Yin killed him that he gained humanity by chance. The bloodless and cruel self suddenly became very far away, and all kinds of strange emotions suddenly surged up and filled his heart——

He recalled the time when he was with his disciple in the past, so he was happy, recalled the time when disciple left to practice alone, so he missed him, remembered the time when disciple came to Yinxiantai to understand everything, so he was worried, and when he was dying, He starts to fear...

He was afraid that he would die and never see his apprentice again.

Just to keep his apprentice from worrying, even though he was afraid, he still showed a fake smile like before.

It's like wearing a mask.

But those things have passed, even if the appearance has changed, Le Luo can recognize the soul at a glance, he knows that the person in front of him is his disciple.

"If the apprentice doesn't speak, does that mean he is forgiven as a teacher?" Le Luo continued to ask cautiously.

Zhuo Fan still slept soundly, not knowing what Le Luo was struggling with.

"Tuer is so kind." Le Luo held Zhuo Fan's hand.

After a short period of complacency, Le Luo suddenly noticed Zhuo Fan's uncomfortable sleeping position, so he frowned his pretty eyebrows, and said with an extremely responsible look: "It's not good for a disciple to sleep here, but it's good for a teacher." To take good care of you."

Le Luo stood up as he spoke, and easily hugged Zhuo Fan from the sofa as soon as he stretched out his hand.

Not only hugged, but also a princess hug.

"...Huh?" Zhuo Fan finally woke up because of such a movement.

He was stunned for a while, and suddenly realized that he seemed to be being hugged by someone. He turned his gaze to the side and met Le Luo's beautiful eyes.

"In the past on Wuming Peak, the disciple fell asleep outside, and this is how the teacher carried the disciple back." Le Luo replied as a matter of course.

Zhuo Fan was silent for about ten seconds.

"No, let me down." Zhuo Fan said.

He was originally tall and straight, and it looked very strange to be hugged by Le Luo, who was a little thinner.

"No need?" Le Luo put Zhuo Fan down, and there was no sign of effort in his movements.

"I can walk by myself," Zhuo Fan found that Le Luo's hair seemed to be dry, touched it with his hand, and asked, "Is the hair dry?"

"Done." Le Luo said.

"Then go and rest." Zhuo Fan simply cleaned up the hair dryer and towels next to him, and then returned to the room with Le Luo.

Zhuo Fan's room is very simple, without unnecessary clutter, and the color is monotonous white, but it is comfortable enough as a bedroom.

Of course, this is on the premise of sleeping alone.

Zhuo Fan took Le Luo to the bed and lay down, then turned around and walked to the wardrobe and took out a thin quilt like yesterday, and was about to go to the living room to sleep on the sofa, but his clothes were suddenly grabbed.

He looked back and saw that Le Luo had gotten out of bed and grabbed his clothes with his hands.

"The apprentice will sleep here, with the teacher." Le Luo said.

Those eyes were full of pleading, as if not agreeing to him would be doing something against the heavens and reason.

"Okay." After a while, Zhuo Fan compromised.

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