Who said he was a bad guy? !

Fortunately, Nie Feng was not asleep yet.

When he came to open the door, he was still wearing white pajamas. When he saw me, he was taken aback, as if he was going to put his hands on his chest and yell "stinky hooligan" in the next second.

But people didn't do that.

After the warm man Nie Feng was surprised, he smiled at me very gracefully: "Xiao Xuan, is there something wrong at this late hour?"

Because of Duanlang, I am fairly familiar with Nie Feng, so I stopped pretending to him and said, "Master Feng, do you have any tranquilizer here? It's the kind that can make people sleep until tomorrow afternoon." .”

Nie Feng was taken aback: "What? What do you want that for?"

I immediately put on a distressed look and started to lie: "Since the hall master selection meeting, I have been suffering from insomnia and feel very uncomfortable."

"Oh—" he nodded, "Is it because of the broken waves?"

I was taken aback, how did he know?

He thought I acquiesced, so he comforted me: "Don't worry, breaking the waves is so good, there must be no problem."

Well, it looks like he was only half right.

I said "um", thinking that Nie Feng, you are so naive.

He chattered a lot again, basically telling me not to worry, to believe in Duanlang, and then began to look forward to a better life working with Duanlang in the future...

Finally, when I was finished, I turned around and went into the house to get me the medicine.

He handed me a small paper package and said, "This is two days' worth, so don't eat too much."

I took it, thanked you repeatedly, and asked, "What will happen if you eat too much? Is it bitter?"

He thought for a while and said, "It's not bitter, it's nothing bad, it's just going to sleep all day."

That's a good thing, that's what you want.

After returning from Nie Feng's place, upon entering the house, the first thing that catches the eye is a pile of broken porcelain.Looking up again, Duanlang was holding a crushed cup tightly in Duanlang's hand... Maybe it can no longer be called a cup.

The shards of the cup had torn his hand, and blood was all over his hands and trickling down his wrists.

The shocking red made me startled, and I rushed over.

My eyes were hot, and with trembling hands, I took out the fragments tightly held in his hands. As soon as I opened my mouth, my voice trembled: "You, what are you doing..."

Seeing that he was silent, I didn't dare to look at his expression. Just as I was about to get a cloth to bandage him, he grabbed my hand backwards.

His hands were icy cold, but the blood in his hands was extremely warm.

"Xiao Xuan."

I hurriedly replied softly: "Yes."

He was silent for a while, let go of my hand, and said coldly: "He wants me to lose to Bu Jingyun."

After all, he sneered, and then shouted excitedly: "Xiong Ba wants me to lose to Bu Jingyun! Why!!! Why should I lose?! I have waited for so many years... so many years!!! Why? !!!”

I felt extremely uncomfortable, thinking that it would be fine if I didn't let him go just now, but...

I simply can't do it.

This feeling of powerlessness is really annoying.

Duanlang slammed his palm on the table, and with a click, a deep crack appeared on the table.

I've never seen him like this before, but I don't feel scared at all, just distressed.I hugged him quickly, and coaxed him in a hurry: "Don't bother him, don't talk to him! That old idiot Xiongba's intestines have turned into large intestines after eating too much..."

His eyes were red, his fists were clenched, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm going to kill Bu Jingyun on stage tomorrow!"

... I don't know what to say, he is right, if there is no Xiongba watching, he will really stab Bu Jingyun to death.

But...is it possible?

He himself knew it very well, so he slapped his palm and shattered another teacup.

It was like he was on high, swearing, throwing things, wondering if he could tear down the house if I wasn't there.In this way, it continued until midnight.

Maybe because he was tired, he lay on the bed, pillowing my leg, panting continuously, without saying a word.

I know he is thinking about tomorrow, but what is there to think about?Xiong Ba's words are very clear, lose, let you live, if you dare to win, go see your father.

He tossed himself into sweat, and I stroked his hair, which was damp.

What's the point of this?

I sighed and said, "Thirsty? Have a glass of water."

He still didn't say anything, just moved his head to the side.

I got up, picked up the last teacup left, poured a glass of water, then turned my back to him, quietly took out the sleeping pill that Nie Feng asked for just now from my sleeve, and poured it into the cup.I kept in mind Nie Feng's instructions, one pack is two days' worth, and then poured the whole pack in.

I handed him the glass, and he gulped it down with my hand, before resting his pillow on my lap.

"Go to sleep." I said softly.

He said "um", and after a while, he slowly closed his eyes.

I couldn't help smiling wryly, and pulled the quilt to cover him, thinking that this medicine is really powerful.

It was the first time to give medicine to someone. I didn't expect it to be him, I didn't expect it to be in this situation, I didn't expect it to be a sleeping pill, and I didn't expect it to be so successful. Hearing his gradually steady breathing, I breathed a sigh of relief for a while. Tilting his head against the railing of the bed, he began to think about tomorrow and his next move.

You must ask why I have to do this, the reason is very simple.

Duanlang told me before that his mother died when he was very young, and his father died in Lingyun Grotto two years later. For so many years, he has no relatives or friends around him, only Nie Feng, who is still Master Feng.Don't get me wrong, I didn't sympathize with him. My situation is similar to his. I haven't seen my parents since I was born. Into the orphanage.When I was ten years old, a very rich couple adopted me. I thought I would have a normal family from now on, but in the past eight years, the number of times I have met them can be counted on two hands.I lived alone in a big house, and I was very scared, but I gradually got used to it. Anyway, they never shorted me for money. Although I was a little lonely, the quality of life was relatively high anyway.As for my friends, there were a few at first, such as the one I sent the bed sheets to. Later, they heard from somewhere that I had no father or mother, and they all began to alienate me. I have always been puzzled, but soon thought It's not like I can't live without them.

But once I came here, it was different. I have been with him day and night for three years. Although I don’t know what family affection and friendship are, I know that even a potted flower should have feelings after three years of cultivation. What's more, he is a living person, besides... no one has ever treated me so well like him, such as applying medicine to my hand, such as guarding me overnight when I have a fever.He is my only family member and only friend, so how could I let him complete his perverted tragic life step by step?

If you have to ask me what I take him for, then it should be...

...Something like a younger brother, right?

Well, that's right, that's it, what's the problem?

……

Nie Feng's medicine is really effective. He slept soundly all night. Not only this night, but also at dawn, he still has no intention of waking up. So I sincerely thank Nie Feng for his help. Eight generations of ancestors.

Guessing that the game was about to start, I staggered out of his room, my legs were terribly numb.

On the square, all the contestants were present, as well as the judge Xiongba teacher, and Xiongba teacher's assistant Wen Chouchou, and a large group of relatives and friends underneath, and it was almost impossible to break the waves.

Well, he was still asleep in the house, and I grabbed two balls of cloth and stuffed them in his ears before I left.

Seeing that the time was up, but Duanlang hadn't arrived yet, Teacher Xiong quit, frowned and asked Wen Chouchou loudly: "Why hasn't Duanlang arrived yet?!"

Wen Chouchou almost pissed in fright, and kneeled down as soon as his legs gave way: "You little one doesn't know!"

Teacher Xiong gave a meaningful "hmm", then started to stroke his beard and roll his eyes.

The onlookers below also cheered the frying pan.

Seeing this, I started to beat the drums in my heart, as expected, I still couldn't escape the head-on confrontation with Teacher Xiong!

I took a deep breath, sank to my dantian, and shouted loudly: "Report to the lord!"

Teacher Xiong has good ears, and said in a low voice, "Who is it?"

Then the onlookers made way for me with expressions of watching the show.

I walked up to Teacher Xiong with heavy steps, gritted my teeth and knelt down. Damn, I haven't knelt down to anyone since I came here!

Teacher Xiong is very close to the people when he is not angry. He said, "You called it? What's the matter?"

"Forgive me, Duanlang. Last night, Duanlang suddenly had a lot of diarrhea. He is still squatting in the toilet. I'm afraid... he won't be able to participate in the competition."

Wen Chouchou was taken aback when he saw me, but after all I was not as important as Xiongba. He was overjoyed, as if he was the one who was going to fight Duanlang today, and immediately started to kneel and lick Xiongba: "Oh! That's great, boss! Duanlang That little kid just abstained, so it will be considered that Young Master Yun has won!"

Xiongba didn't react much, he just muttered: "Oh?"

I secretly looked up at him, only to see Mr. Xiongba caressing his long black and shiny beard thoughtfully, looking at the sky.

But Bu Jingyun took himself seriously, obviously no one paid attention to him, but he let out a heavy "hum" from his nostrils, the feeling was no different from that of a plowing cow.

I resisted the urge to point the middle finger at Bu Jingyun, and said, "Boss Wen said, congratulations to Master Yun for winning without a fight, and congratulations to Master Yun. The position of hall master should belong to Master Yun, let alone Yun The young master is originally a disciple of the sect master, if the master Yun is not the hall master, whoever will be..."

When I said this, I suddenly shut my mouth, mother, I couldn't help but say too much!Xiongba won't hear that I'm playing with unspoken rules, will he? !

But in fact, I seem to have overestimated Xiongba's IQ. He was very pleased with what he heard, and said: "That's right, if that's the case, Yun'er won."

I squeezed my sweat quietly, said "little resignation" and ran away with oil on the soles of my feet.

Duanlang's younger brothers also ran out of the square with me.

All of them looked solemn, as if their boss had died.

Before they could speak, I preemptively started lying, and said coldly, "Which one of you had dinner with Duanlang last night?"

No one is arguing.

Of course, because I ate with him.

I said again: "None of you are allowed to mention this matter to him again!"

A few of them nodded in unison, assured each other, and said that they understood everything, and it was not his wish to delay the game due to illness. Balabala, who can always mix up results with his ability, they will all follow him. One was still very concerned about their boss, and said that he was going to visit a doctor, but I quickly stopped him.

I was relieved again.

Now, at least he won't be defeated by Bu Jingyun in full view, and no one will mock him for his incompetence in martial arts.

Like this, can he feel a little better?