The cat master of this seat

With a trembling of the hand, accompanied by a muffled sound of "bang", the pot hit the soft soil, and the ribs and golden corn rolled on the ground, wrapped in a circle of loess.

Song Shiyue turned around in astonishment, and met Shang Yunchi's calm gaze.

"I... Master..."

Yun Chi watched Xiao Tuanzi's face turn red visibly, his hands twisted together helplessly, his eyes looked at him in panic, and entangled emotions flashed through his heart.

Looking down, he touched a few pieces of scorpion that had been stained, and he forcibly suppressed the pain in his heart.

"Master..." The evidence was conclusive, Song Shiyue had no way to quibble, so Xiaotuanzi could only run over and grab Master's sleeve.

However, before he could say anything, Yun Chi flicked his sleeves and turned around coldly.

Song Shiyue stepped up to chase him.

"Don't follow me."

The soles of the feet seemed to be driven into nails, and Song Shiyue froze in place, staring blankly at the white clothes fluttering out of sight.

When he came back to his senses and chased after him, there was only a closed door waiting for him.

Master also set up an enchantment on the door, but this time he was blocked and couldn't get in.

"Master! Master, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! Master let me in!" Xiaotuanzi slammed on the door outside, but the people inside remained indifferent.

"Master, I can explain it. Don't ignore me...Master...Master, open the door."

Yun Chi turned over, pinched a trick and superimposed a silencing spell on the door, completely blocking the sound from outside.

Yunchi was really angry.

He knew Jiang Yunzheng's feelings for him, so he was unwilling to accept his things from a long time ago, and even if he had to owe him a favor, Yun Chi tried every means to pay it back as soon as possible.

Not to mention that for him, Yun Chi accepted the gift from Jiang Yunzheng against his will. More importantly, the reason why he wanted to help Song Shiyue solve the Soul Eater was not only because of the system, but because he really didn't want his apprentice to go bad.

If Song Shiyue just kissed and hugged him like he did a few times when he was around him, it would be nothing.

What Yun Chi is most afraid of is that with the passage of time, the influence of Soul Eater will continue to deepen. He is afraid that Song Shiyue will really develop to the point where he cannot control it like in his previous life.

If Elder Xuanyang made a mistake, he would be nailed to the pillar of shame. Even his disciples couldn't lift their heads up, let alone Song Shiyue, who had fallen into the devil way and was expelled from the upper realm.

Yun Chi was afraid of doing it all over again, and he would still fall into a situation where everyone denounced him and everyone spurned him.

I'm even more afraid that I won't be able to protect him.

At this moment, he was really powerless.

He didn't know how long he had been tossing and turning on the bed, until his disciple's voice reached his ears through sound transmission, and he turned his head to look out the window, only to realize that it was already dark.

It's fine for him not to eat, but he's not sure if the little guy can skip food now.

After all, he has eaten three meals a day with him on time these few days, and the little guy also ate very happily.

Angry to anger, he still removed the enchantment to let his disciples enter, and by the way also removed the enchantment and spells at the bedroom gate.

Unexpectedly, there was no sound outside, and Song Shiyue didn't run in immediately.

Frowning lightly, Yun Chi heard his disciple's anxious voice:

"Junior Brother Le! What's wrong with you, Junior Brother Le?"

Yun Chi hurried out, only to see Xiao Tuanzi lying unconscious on the ground, with flushed cheeks and mottled tears.

With a jerk of his heart, Yun Chi quickly picked him up.

The temperature of the skin touched by his hands was astonishingly high, and Song Shiyue had a fever.

Yun Chi covered the child with a quilt, fed the elixir, and fetched water to wipe away his tears.

"Xianzun...do you still eat?"

Yun Chi wiped his disciple's dirty hands little by little, without turning his head: "Leave it alone."

The disciple was still in shock, and before he left, he hooked his head and secretly poked inside: "Then... the disciple will leave first."

Song Shiyue's palm was flushed, which was obviously the imprint left by hitting the door hard.

Yun Chi looked at it for a while, stuffed his hands into the bed, looked at his frowning brows, and sighed secretly.

He reached out and gently smoothed the creases between his brows.

Song Shiyue woke up once in the middle of the journey, and seeing the master next to him, he anxiously wanted to explain, but no sound could come out of his throat.

Until the master gently touched his forehead and told him to "sleep for a while", he grabbed the master's robe and fell asleep again drowsily.

Until midnight, the heat on Song Shiyue's body rose instead of falling, and he vomited out all the pills he had been fed, and Yun Chi called Jiang Yunzheng.

After reading it, the two were outside and lowered their voices.

"What's going on? Why doesn't his fever go away? When will he wake up?"

"Don't worry." Jiang Yunzheng showed him the prescription, "He just has a normal fever, but his body's self-healing ability is poor now, and those medicines are of little use. Cover it all night, and it will be fine if you sweat."

"Really? Not serious?"

"real."

"That's good."

Only then did he feel relieved, and found that Jiang Yunzheng's long hair was pulled up casually, and upon closer inspection, it was still a bit messy. It was obvious that he had received a call from him in his sleep and came here in a hurry. "Sorry, I thought... I asked you to come here so late, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Jiang Yunzheng shook his head slightly, and smiled: "If you care about it, you will be chaotic."

"Master..."

A faint voice came from inside the room, and Yun Chi reacted for a moment, and the voice became even louder: "Master!"

Song Shiyue was almost roaring at the top of his throat, and his throat was so dry that it was almost heart-piercing. Yun Chi was stunned for a moment, and the next moment, there was a "bang" from inside.

The sound of objects falling to the ground.

Yunchi rushed in, followed by Jiang Yunzheng.

Xiaotuanzi was lying on the ground, raising his hands and looking at him tearfully.

"Why did you come down by yourself? Where did you fall?"

Even if the anger hadn't subsided, Yun Chi wouldn't be really angry with the patient, he went over to hug him, and coaxed him nicely: "Master is here, is your body still uncomfortable?"

"Uncomfortable."

As soon as Yun Chi picked up Xiaotuanzi, he buried him in the crook of his neck, refusing to let go of him.

Yun Chi turned his head and glanced at Jiang Yunzheng, with a helpless expression on his face.

"The medicine I brought is not enough, and the Medicine Pavilion will bring it back tomorrow, and feed him three times a day on time."

After Jiang Yunzheng left, Xiao Tuanzi relaxed a lot, but he still hugged him and did not let go, rubbing his warm forehead against Master's icy cold neck, and tightly clutching his sleeve with his small hands.

"Master, I'm not..."

"Get a good night's sleep first, and we'll talk about it tomorrow if you have anything to say."

Yun Chi interrupted him, put him back on the bed, and wrapped him in the quilt.

Song Shiyue's eyes were blurred, and he grabbed Master's sleeve and did not let go: "Master, don't go."

Yun Chi didn't answer, but just put his hands under the quilt.

The little guy bit his lip lightly, hesitant to speak.

"Don't go."

Xu was assured that Yun Chi closed his eyes when he saw Song Shiyue, but after a while he still woke up suddenly, opened his eyes quietly, saw Yun Chi, smiled slightly, and closed his eyes again.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that he was supposed to be sound asleep. Yun Chi had just gone out to get some hot water and came back when he saw Tu'er frowning and rolling on the bed, the quilt had already been lifted by him.

He struggled to get up.

"Why are you up again?" Yun Chi hurried over and covered him with the quilt, the skin was still hot when he touched it.

This time Song Shiyue's complexion was not very good.

Yun Chi frowned slightly.

Could it be that the medicine prescribed by Jiang Yunzheng didn't work?

"Master, it's cold..." Song Shiyue murmured, reaching out to him: "Master, hug me."

Yun Chi went to bed, held his apprentice in his arms, and exercised his kung fu to warm up his body and keep him warm.

Song Shiyue felt uncomfortable and seemed unable to bear the temperature. He reached out to push him a few times, but his hand touched Master's chest and stopped moving.

Yun Chi grabbed his hand and wiped his sweat silently, "Be good, bear with it all night, and you'll be fine after sweating. Master is here with you."

When it was dawn, Song Shiyue finally settled down completely, and fell asleep leaning against Yun Chi's arms without moving any more.

Yun Chi didn't fall asleep, and woke up after a while. The little guy was still asleep, his face was red, and even his nose was red from crying. When he touched his forehead, the fever had subsided.

Yun Chi heaved a sigh of relief, and got off the bed lightly. This time, the little guy just frowned slightly and didn't wake up.

In the small kitchen, the pot was gurgling and steaming, and Yun Chi cooked a pot of porridge.

Shouqi was cut up and divided into pieces by him, and it was in the small kitchen.

A few days ago, he made a special trip to the kitchen in Qingxu Northern Territory to learn a few fresh foods from the cook, thinking of ordering some fresh ones, trying to coax his disciples into taking the first qi, so that he would not feel that he was eating. The medicine is painful to eat.

Originally, he had already planned to add Shouqi to the chicken porridge for his disciples to eat today, but now he doesn't need it.

Yun Chi wiped his body with hot water after cooking the porridge, and it was at this time that Song Shiyue woke up leisurely.

The little guy obediently let the master fiddle with it, but stared at the master with a pair of eyes, as if he wanted to say something.

Yun Chi didn't really want to hear his explanation at the moment, so he asked him to rinse his mouth and serve the porridge directly.

Song Shiyue took a sip, raised his head and asked him cautiously: "Master, didn't you add Shouqi?"

"..." Yun Chi didn't answer, and gave another mouthful.

"Master." Song Shiyue took his hand.

Yun Chi didn't pay attention to it, and didn't brush his hand away: "You can only drink the medicine after you drink the porridge."

Song Shiyue shook Master's hand: "Master, I was wrong."

"You're right." Yun Chi glanced at him: "You don't want to eat shouqi, so you won't do it in the future."

"No!" Song Shiyue became anxious: "It's not that I don't want to eat, it's... it's..."

Yun Chi looked at him deeply.

But Song Shiyue couldn't speak, he hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't give an explanation.

Exhausted of patience, Yun Chi stuffed the bowl into his hand: "Whatever you want."

Song Shiyue pursed his mouth, didn't cry or make a fuss, finished the porridge by himself, and drank the medicine that he should drink.

His fever had subsided, and after making sure he was fine, Yun Chi went out.

Xiaotuanzi sat on the bed, staring blankly in the direction of the door.

The master stopped talking to him when he went out.

Thinking about it, Xiaotuanzi ran to the small kitchen.

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