The cannon fodder of quick time travel, he is beautiful, strong and miserable

Seeing the blood oozing out of his stomach, Qing Qu's first thought was, is there still time for him to take painkillers?

Obviously it can't be done, and it will be wasted.

With a fishy and sweet throat, Qing Qu coughed lightly, blood splashed out and splashed on Bu Yan's face.

Bu Yan Hongtong paused, raised her eyes and looked at Qing Qu.

A pair of red pupils have no temperature, like a cold pool, which makes people shudder.

How fucking heartless.

dog than!

Qing Qu was so angry that he coughed again, and a smear of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Bu...Bu Yan," Qing Qu endured the pain and said with difficulty: "Don't let the demons corrupt your heart, stop...stop it."

Bu Yan stared at him intently, without saying a word.

Qing Qu stretched out his hand to grab him, but the wound on his stomach was involved when he moved, the pain made his face turn pale, and he broke out in cold sweat, "Bu Yan, believe it or not, I don't want to leave you...cough...cough cough cough……"

Before he finished speaking, Qing Qu coughed hastily, and when he coughed, the pain was so painful that he wished he could faint on the spot.

Bu Yan looked at him in pain with cold eyes, and squeezed out a sentence, "Liar! They are all liars!!"

With a sharp pain in his stomach, Bu Yan suddenly withdrew his hand.

Hold!Don't even say hello, Nimabi! !

Without responding to Qing Qu, Bu Yan grabbed his neck, repeating frantically, "Liar!!"

"I... cheated... you... Mom!" Qing Qu was angry, and stared at him fiercely, "You fucking... strangle me if you... have the guts!"

Bu Yan tightened his hands fiercely, Qing Qu's face was pale, he stopped struggling, and let him pinch him, leaving a pair of dead eyes to watch him quietly.

Bu Yan's whole body was filled with a strong hostility, and his bloodthirsty eyes became more and more red.

A tear flowed out of Qing Qu's eye socket unexpectedly, slid down his face, and hit the back of Bu Yan's hand.

It was just a tear, but Bu Yan felt that it was too cold, his hand was like an electric shock, he let go of Qing Qu suddenly, his right hand tightly grasped his left hand, his face was painful, his pupils turned from red to black, and then from black to red again, The ego struggle is very painful.

There was also a struggling roar in his throat, like a trapped animal.

Qing Qu was already numb from the pain, his eyes went dark when he was released, and he collapsed in an instant, and was caught by Chong Wu who rushed over.

"Looking for death!!" Chong Wu was furious, and raised his hand to attack Bu Yan.

Bu Yan raised his hand to block it, but was still injured by Qinghou who was chasing him.

Watching the two fighting, Chong Wu anxiously picked up Qing Qu and flew away.

…………

half a month later.

Demon world.

As soon as Qing Qu opened his eyes, Chong Wu and Qing Hou quickly surrounded him.

"Son, do you still remember us?" Qing Hou asked cautiously.

His father was rare and gentle.

Qing Qu showed a helpless smile and wanted to stand up, but his body was so weak that he couldn't move.

Chong Wu stopped him, "Don't move around, your injury is not healed yet."

"I..." As soon as he said a word, Qing Qu frowned, his voice was too hoarse and unpleasant.

"Don't worry, speak slowly." Chong Wu patted his chest lightly.

Qing Qu: "How long have I been asleep?"

"More than half a month."

Half a month? !

Qing Qu was startled, thinking of something, he wanted to ask and then closed his mouth, the serious injury was too weak, and he was drowsy, after glancing at those two, Qing Qu fell asleep again.

Chongwu and Qinghou looked at each other in blank dismay, "Could it be the aftereffect of the medicine?"

"Probably."

When Qing Qu woke up again, it was already dark.

The room was brightly lit, and there were servants waiting outside. Qing Qu felt his mouth was dry and wanted to call for someone to come over, but his throat hurt. In desperation, he had to struggle to get up, trying to hook the bedside table. teacup.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, but unexpectedly, his body was uncontrollable, he was about to fall in the air, and a force suddenly lifted him back to the bed.

Qing Qu lay prostrated, sweating all over his head, and looked around in a daze, but there was no one there.

Pursing his dry lips, he called softly, "Father?"

No one showed up.

A faint scent of sandalwood floated by, and Qing Qu took a quick breath.

The servant heard his voice and hurried in, "Young master."

Qing Qu looked dazed.

"Young Master, do you want to call Venerable Master Qing?" The servant's voice recalled Qing Qu's thoughts.

Qing Qu: "Where are my father and Uncle Wu?"

Before the servant could answer, Chong Wu walked in with a bowl, saw him wake up, and said with a smile: "Coincidentally, drink it while it's hot."

A pungent medicinal smell pervaded, Qing Qu was so smoked that he felt nauseated.

"what is this?"

"Medicine for internal injuries."

"I don't want to drink."

"Hey, good medicine tastes bitter, your injury hasn't healed yet."

Qing Qu resisted, "Don't drink, I'm already healed."

Chong Wu sat by the bed, holding a bowl in one hand and a small package in the other, nodding at him, "There are candied fruit."

Qing Qu still didn't want to drink it, the smell of the medicine was too strong.

Chong Wu helped him up and coaxed him patiently.

There was no other way, Qing Qu had no choice but to hold his nose and drink it, and almost vomited after drinking it.

Chong Wu hurriedly stuffed the candied fruit into his mouth, "How?"

"Why does it smell like blood?" Qing Qu frowned.

Chong Wu's eyes flickered slightly, "It may be because of the mixing of medicinal materials."

Qing Qu didn't think too much, chewed a candied fruit and his mouth was still bitter, his face wrinkled into a ball, Chong Wu hurriedly handed him the rest.

Qing Qu smiled at him, took a few of them and stuffed his mouth.

Seeing his exaggeration, Chong Wu pampered and scratched the tip of his nose, "Eat slowly, you will choke later."

Qing Qu coughed lightly, Chong Wu hurriedly took the teacup and fed him water.

"Uncle Wu, you look like my mother." After Qing Qu finished drinking, he looked at him with a playful smile.

"Cough, cough..." Chong Wu choked on saliva, and immediately got up after putting away the teacup, "What nonsense, take care of your wounds, don't get out of bed, I still have something to do, call me via voice transmission."

After finishing speaking, he left in a hurry without waiting for Qing Qu's answer.

Qing Qu stared at his back thoughtfully until he couldn't see him.

He was the only one left in the room, and the servant also left.

He forgot to ask where his father was.

Looking at the window, Qing Qu narrowed his eyes slightly.

After raising it for a long time, Qing Qu was able to walk around in the field.

His father and Uncle Wu were very busy, seeing that he had recovered a lot, they relaxed their care of him, but the guards were strengthened inside and outside, and the guard was very strict.

It seems to be guarding against something.

The body was too weak, and Qing Qu felt tired after walking for a while. He was about to sit down and take a rest. He glanced around and saw a chair in the pavilion, so he walked towards it.

There seemed to be burning eyes staring at him all around.

Qing Qu paused, raised his eyes and looked around, there was nothing unusual.

illusion?

Slightly frowning, Qing Qu moved slowly towards the pavilion without much thought. His feet were piled with pebbles, and it was slippery when it rained. Living.

Twice.

Qing Qu pursed his lips, ignored it, and continued walking towards the pavilion.

After sitting on the chair, he used mana to adjust his breath, and after a while, his body became hot.

Looking at the beautiful scenery around, Qing Qu lightly tapped his fingertips and made a small sound on the stone table. Suddenly, he looked at a certain position in the void, narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly raised his hand, a cloud of black smoke rushed towards the void.

No?

Qing Qu took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Bu Yan?"

No one answered him.

guessed wrong?

"Yincha?" Qing Qu called again.

Still no answer.

A few seconds later, a gust of cold wind blew by, gently lifting his black hair hanging on his chest.

Qing Qu clenched his hands into fists and was about to explode when Qing Hou and Chong Wu came side by side.

"How come I'm here alone, and I don't wear thicker clothes, what should I do if I get cold." Chong Wu put a cloak on him.

Qinghou: "His skin is thicker than the wall, so it won't get cold."

Chong Wu said dissatisfied: "Do you think everyone is like you?"

"..."

Seeing his father slumped, Qing Qu laughed out loud, provoking Qing Hou's displeasure, "Little bastard, you laugh!"

"I'm just kidding."

"Hey! Your skin is itchy, right?" Qing Hou rolled up his sleeves and wanted to beat him, but Chong Wu stopped him by grabbing his ears.

"He's not healed!"

"Hey, I know, I know! Didn't I just scare him! Hurry up... Let go, it's not your flesh, you don't know it hurts, do you?"

"Of course I don't know pain."

"You shrew!"

"What did you say?"

"Hey...I was wrong...fuck..."

"..."

Seeing the two men quarreling again, Qing Qu hurriedly got up to stay away from the battlefield, and walked out of the pavilion slowly.

When walking to the corridor, Qing Qu sensed something, and suddenly stopped and glanced to the side.

Kai Lip was about to say something, but when the words reached his lips, he swallowed them again, and finally went back to the room in silence.

night.

Qing Qu stared at the bed curtain, not feeling sleepy.

Chongwu came in again with a bowl, the pungent smell of medicine was so strong that Qing Qu felt nauseous when he smelled it.

"Uncle Wu, I think I'm already healed, I don't want to drink any more, I'm going to throw up."

"I don't want you to think, as long as I think."

"..."

Chong Wu sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him up, "Be good, drink it while it's hot, it will heal quickly."

Smelling the bloody smell rushing to the nose again, Qing Qu asked suspiciously: "Did you add blood into it?"

Chongwu said calmly: "No."

Qing Qu didn't believe it.

"Drink while it's hot."

"I can smell it, don't lie to me."

Zhongwu was silent.

"Whose blood?" Qing Qu asked.

Chong Wu sighed, "Don't worry about it, isn't it good to drink medicine to heal your wounds?"

"Uncle Wu, I don't want to drink other people's blood to heal my wounds."

"Don't worry, it's not human blood, it's animal blood."

"Do you think I believe it?"

Chong Wu had no choice but to sigh deeply, and lightly tapped Qing Qu's eyebrows with his fingertips, "Little brat, you are the only one who is sharp."

Qing Qu raised his eyebrows proudly, "That's not true."

"A doctor is a medicine body. His blood can heal your internal injuries very well. Drink it quickly."

Qing Qu didn't answer, "A doctor from the human world or from the demon world?"

"From the demon world."

"wrong."

Chongwu paused, and changed his words: "Oh, look at my memory, I got confused, he is from the human world."

"It's still not right," Qing Qu raised his eyes and looked directly at him, "This is not the doctor's, what did you guys hide from me?"

Chong Wu was silent.

Qing Qu called him, "Uncle Wu."

"Hey," Chong Wu put the bowl on the table helplessly, "Don't ask, as long as you can recover, let alone blood, even if it's my life, I can give it to you."

"Is this your blood?"

Chong Wu shook his head.

"Is that my father's?"

Chong Wu shook his head again.

Thinking of something, Qing Qu's face darkened.

Vigorously sweeping the bowl off the table, the bowl shattered instantly when it fell to the ground, spilling the concoction all over the floor.

Chong Wu said distressedly: "You child, I made this with great difficulty."

"Is this blood from a monk?"

These words made Chong Wu froze.