Sick Beauty Master Self-Help Guide

On the Spirit Crane Terrace, beside the lotus pond, the wind gently blew Song Chuyu's clothes.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the blue sky with layers of white clouds, thinking carefully about what he should do in the future.

Yan Xun was injured, and when he came back, Song Chuyu treated him clumsily, and performed magic tricks to make him heal faster, then watched him fall asleep.

Probably because Song Chuyu had just finished reading the chapter in the original book where the master died tragically before he transmigrated into this world, and turned around and transmigrated himself as the master himself. He has been somewhat unable to face Yan Xun until now.

This is the protagonist, the future master of the demon world, the ceiling of combat power in this world.

Even if Song Chuyu really liked Yan Xun before transmigrating into the book, what he had to face after transmigrating into the book was that the future Yan Xun would kill him.

He still wanted to go home, but he couldn't die at the hands of Yan Xun.

It was only the second day of crossing, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

As soon as he closed his eyes now, the scene of Song Chuyu's death in the original book appeared in his mind.

It hurts to think about it, it's too difficult for him.

Song Chuyu stood by the lotus pond for a long time, looking down at the red flame-like red lotus in the pond, she straightened her thoughts, but her head was still in a mess.

It was getting dark, but Song Chuyu was still standing here.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind Song Chuyu, making him tremble all over.

"Master."

Song Chuyu's entire back became stiff. She finally pretended to be calm and turned her head, but she saw Yan Xun in a blue robe standing there.

Around his waist is the palace sash that Song Chuyu gave him when he first started, and it looks a bit worn out.

"You're hurt, what are you doing?" Song Chuyu tried his best not to speak so bluntly, but no matter what, the words he said still had a hint of coldness.

Yan Xun touched his loose hair, and the young man's already sharp face was a little embarrassed.

Song Chuyu frowned, unable to guess what Yan Xun wanted to do.

goo—

Yan Xun's face turned red as soon as he saw it. Song Chuyu looked at him, but he didn't react at first, but after he did, he suppressed his laughter and felt uncomfortable.

Now Song Chuyu remembered that most of the disciples in Tianji Pavilion were not bigu.There are only some disciples with higher cultivation levels in Bigu, and then there are the elders and pavilion master Cui Liren.

However, Cui Liren wanted to satisfy his appetite, and built a super luxurious dining hall in Tianji Pavilion. It became a five-star hotel.

When I first saw it, Song Chuyu complained for a long time, and said that the Tianji Pavilion was built at such a high place, and ordinary people without cultivation base would be too cold to cook before they came!

In the end, Cui Liren really solved the problem. He specially found a lot of fire-attribute spirit stones, went to the elders who specialize in weapon training to polish them, and made them into jade pendants for them to hang on their bodies.

waste……

When Song Chuyu thought of this, he frowned, twitched the corners of his mouth, and complained from the bottom of his heart.

"Master, disciple, go to the canteen first to see if there are any leftovers." Standing in front of Song Chuyu, Yan Xun looked pure and innocent, and was completely in a different world from the monster Song Chuyu saw in the book later.

"Ah."

Song Chuyu thought a lot of things at first, and wanted to say that he would go with Yan Xun, so that he could feel good about him, but he didn't expect that this society would only choke out one word in the end.

Seeing Song Chuyu nodded, Yan Xun smiled like a pleasing Samoyed, saluted, took a few steps back, and planned to leave.

Song Chuyu saw that he really couldn't open his mouth to go to the dining hall with Yan Xun to enhance their relationship, so he simply decided to go back to his room and wait for Yan Xun to come back.

Seeing Song Chuyu leave first, the smile on Yan Xun's face was quickly withdrawn, as if it was a different person, as if the person who just smiled flatteringly at Song Chuyu was not him.

Song Chuyu waited in the room for a long time before Yan Xun came in late.

"Eat so long?"

Originally, Song Chuyu wanted to talk about why he had eaten for so long, whether something happened to him, or he couldn't find food.

But as soon as he said it, the four words were blunt, and even Song Chuyu himself felt that something was wrong.

However, Yan Xun didn't seem to feel that there was anything wrong, he just called Master respectfully, and then sat down on the chair next to him.

"I remember that Master loves this Chiyang fruit the most. I just saw this fruit in the canteen, so I brought some back to Master." Yan Xun melted a small plate of fruit from the Qiankun bag, which Song Chuyu had never seen before. It's a small one, the color is bright red, and it looks like a much smaller apple.

Song Chuyu glanced at Yan Xun, forced himself to focus on the Chiyang fruit, reached out and took one, took a bite, and said: "You have a heart."

"Honoring the master, that's what disciples should do." Yan Xun smiled a little strangely, causing Song Chuyu to ring the alarm in an instant.

This is Yan Xun, the protagonist in the original book who killed the original owner. How could he rush to the room to deliver things like this before.

But there is nothing wrong with this thing, Song Chuyu frowned, and secretly scolded the author of the cultivation text for being too slow, and he only updated to the time when the original owner died before he came.

Eat, eat, forget it.

With Song Chuyu's cultivation base, mere fruit should not kill him.

Just when Song Chuyu was thinking this way, suddenly Song Chuyu started to feel cold from his abdomen, and the thick chill spread to his limbs.

The cold was not enough, at this moment, Song Chuyu felt as if his body was being torn apart.

It hurts, it hurts too much.

why?

Could it be because of the fruit Yan Xun gave just now?

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Yan Xun blinked, looking flustered, but there was no worry in his eyes.

Song Chuyu thought in his heart that it was terrible, this brat already knows everything, right?

So plan to use this thing to assassinate him?

But this is just a fruit, if it is really harmful to the human body, how could it appear in Tianji Pavilion.

Song Chuyu's eyes gradually blurred, cold sweat broke out from the corner of his forehead, and he curled up on the bed.

His white hair was scattered on the bed, his white eyelashes trembled, his face was pale, and the redness between his brows was even more vivid.

It hurts so much, how can it be so painful.

Could it be that the memory left by the original owner is incomplete?

How could there be something that could make Song Chuyu feel so uncomfortable, the original owner didn't know about it!

This shouldn't be...

Song Chuyu's consciousness gradually became a little fuzzy, and he even began to wonder if Yan Xun deliberately came to punish him.

At this moment, he felt that Yan Xun put his hands on his shoulders, and a steady stream of spiritual power was being sent into his body.

"Master, it's my disciple who made a mistake. Forgetting this red sun fruit will cause Master's injury to recur." Yan Xun's voice was a little innocent, making people feel a little bit unbearable to scold him for a while.

Song Chuyu was also speechless about this matter, and could only quietly listen to what the other party said, and feel what the other party was doing.

Later Song Chuyu completely lost consciousness, but Yan Xun stayed in the room, looking at Song Chuyu lying on the bed indifferently.

"It is indeed him who will be injured by the red sun fruit. But he will not know that the red sun fruit will make him suffer so much. Who are you?"

Yan Xun brushed away Song Chuyu's white hair scattered around his neck, grabbed Song Chuyu's neck, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Do you also want to take my dragon's blood to help with cultivation?"

Song Chuyu felt as if he had fallen into the ocean, and no matter how hard he thumped, he couldn't swim to the shore.

He could only feel the unbearable suffocation until the suffocation disappeared. He seemed to return to modern times, returned to his room, and saw the webpage opened on the computer.

"Master, it's hard for you to lie to me."

Seeing this first sentence, Song Chuyu was startled, opened his eyes suddenly, but saw Yan Xun who was sleeping soundly beside his bed.

"Didn't go back?"

Song Chuyu narrowed his eyes, the pain from yesterday seemed to still be on his body, making it difficult for him to even sit up.

Maybe it was because Song Chuyu's movements were too big, he only moved a few times before seeing Yan Xun opened his eyes.

why?

He saw red again in Yan Xun's eyes.

It shouldn't be, Yan Xun still has black hair and black eyes at this time, only Yan Xun who has awakened the blood of the real dragon and practiced the forbidden art of the demon race will have those black eyes dyed blood red.

"Master is awake?" Yan Xun was full of obedience, looking at Song Chuyu and smiling, making it impossible for Song Chuyu to connect such a young man with the bloodthirsty demon protagonist.

Even though Song Chuyu liked the protagonist very much at the beginning.

"Yeah." Song Chuyu turned his eyes away, straightened his robe, pinched his hand to comb his hair neatly, Fang asked: "Did you go to study hard?"

"No." Yan Xun shook his head, looked at Song Chuyu with unclear meaning in his eyes, and only heard him say: "My apprentice caused Master to relapse, so I naturally want to stay and take care of Master."

"You don't need to take care of me, go to class quickly." Song Chuyu felt that her social fear could be cured, so she said so many words this time.

When Yan Xun saw Song Chuyu chasing him away, there was a bit of injury in his eyes, which made Song Chuyu's heart skip a beat.

"Go quickly." Song Chuyu ruthlessly made himself appear serious.

Song Chuyu insisted, Yan Xun didn't stay any longer, and when he turned around, he didn't even smile anymore, only thinking about whether this fake master would treat him like the previous one.

After all, it was late, and Song Chuyu couldn't possibly see Yan Xun being punished, so he made up a random reason and sent it to the elders who were studying hard, so that they would forgive him.

Because of this, when Yan Xun arrived at Kudu Zhai, not only was he not driven down the mountain to carry water and walk back, but he even got a loving look from the elders and beckoned him to come in quickly.

"Elder Song said that you practiced Xuanming swordsmanship hard last night, and that you were too selfless in your sparring with him this morning, so you were late. The old man is most optimistic about your progress, come in quickly!" the elder touched Beard, said to Yan Xun with a smile.

Yan Xun was stunned for a moment, how could he know that Song Chuyu did this, and for a moment he was even more sure that this Song Chuyu was not that Song Chuyu.

If it wasn't for dropping a bag, there was only one possibility.

Take home.