Raiding the Sick Beauty Shizun [Transmigration Book]

Geng Sanghua snorted coldly.

I really didn't go.

Yuan Xu immediately approached in disgrace, afraid that the dust would choke him when he spoke, so he covered his face with his sleeve and coughed lightly. "Let's go into the small building, Master?"

Geng Sanghua squinted at him, and the meaning of the end of the peach blossom eyes was unclear.After a pause, he said coldly, "You go take a bath first."

Yuan Xu hummed, turned around and entered the Yinxue building.The snow-white cross-neck disciple robe he was wearing was stained with gray, and there were rime on his temples. At first glance, it seemed that his temples were slightly frosted, and he had aged decades for no reason.

Just like those mortals at the bottom of the mountain.

Geng Sanghua stayed where he was, quietly looking at the head disciple of Baishi Mountain who he picked up casually.Yuan Xu has always been beyond his expectations, but he is still unclear about the bottom line Yuan Xu left for him.The soreness in the heart came again, and the bones of the whole body seemed to be torn apart inch by inch, and they were running out of control inch by inch.

Geng Sang Hua's face turned pale from the pain, but he gritted his teeth and refused to let out a cry of pain.

There are a total of 12 inner disciples in Baishi Mountain, and hundreds of outer disciples. Only Yuan Xu knows his secret.Yuan Xu...is he reliable?

The ebony door of the Yinxue building was broken by Yuan Xu just now, and now the door is open, Yuan Xu did not shy away from him, and openly walked into the building to prepare water.The hot water steamed up, and Yuan Xu calmly took off the disciple's robe that was stained with slush, revealing the honey-colored mermaid line of the pectoral muscles.Further down, there are two honey-colored slender and straight legs.The sound of water splashed and rattled, and Yuan Xu stepped into the barrel more calmly and familiarly. The heat steamed his bright and starry face.

As a 20-year-old Golden Core cultivator, Yuan Xu's muscles, bones, and skin have already been cultivated to the point where he is invulnerable to weapons, and his muscles are smooth.Every time he breathed in, every bit of masculinity in this great disciple Yuan Xu was fatally attractive to Geng Sang Hua when he was ill.

Damn!

Geng Sanghua gritted his teeth again, closed his eyes suddenly, his knuckles were pinching.

"Master, you come in after a cup of tea." But that damned Yuan Xu was still teasing him, his voice was low, relying on the silver snow building to stay away from many master's disciples, his words even carried the unique frivolity of young men in the world . "The disciple has been washed clean."

Geng Sanghua gritted his teeth and the roots hurt.

But this year is no different than in the past.Ever since this weird big disciple Yuan Xu went up the mountain, he has noticed more than once that the disaster buried deep in his body has become more and more violent.All the mountains and forests near Baishi Mountain are covered with frost and snow. Baishi Mountain, which used to be like spring all year round, is now covered with snow for most of the year.

Yuan Xu...

Yuan Xu was calling him again. "Master, don't be patient, the disciple is fine."

Geng Sanghua closed his eyes forcefully again.A few seconds later, with wind in his sleeves, he rushed into the Yinxue building with a fierce expression.

Yuan Xu stood calmly in the barrel and looked up at him. "Master, it's your turn."

Crashing, Yuan Xu stepped out of the barrel.Afraid that he would dislike the dirty water, he specially changed the bucket of clean water, stretched out his long arms, purified the impurities in the water with spiritual power, looked at him and said in a low voice: "Disciple Yuan Xu, wait for Master to take a bath and change clothes."

Geng Sanghua is wearing a smoky blue gauze today, when the gauze is taken off, his skin is as bright as jade and moonlight.Under the skin, the ribs are clearly visible.

Yuan Xu couldn't help frowning. "Master, you are too thin."

"You care about me?" Geng Sanghua couldn't help losing his temper again. "who do you think You Are?"

Yuan Xu scooped up a ladle of clean water, said with a low smile, "I think I am the head disciple of Baishi Mountain. Every night, I am also the one who waits on Master."

Everything he said was correct, but Yuan Xu's tone was so strange that he couldn't express it.

Geng Sanghua buried most of his body in the barrel, snorted angrily, and let Yuan Xu push and press the big acupoint on his back with his true energy, and hummed, "That's all."

With luck in Yuan Xu's palm, he was a little late in speaking. "Well, what Master said is very true."

Shuo Ye, which comes as scheduled every three months, made Geng Sanghua no longer able to hold his tongue.Every inch of his skin hurts now, and his blood vessels burst open. Soon, he can last half an hour at most, and he will be broken into a string doll stretched by different bones, and his limbs are completely uncontrollably drooping like before. down.

Like a useless person.Again, a doll that can only please the person in front of it.

Geng Sanghua's eyes were bloodshot.

"Master," Yuan Xu cautiously stopped scooping water, and stepped into the barrel with his legs raised. "Shall we start now?"

"……Well."

What answered him was Geng Sanghua's extremely painful faltering voice.

Yuan Xu didn't hesitate anymore, his long arms hugged Geng Sang Hua in his arms like iron hoops, releasing the aura around him without reservation.

The inside of the Yinxue building suddenly became dense with frost and snow.Yuan Xuqiu's muscular chest was pressed against the back of Geng Sang's painting, and the two mortal cultivators who belonged to the same spiritual root embraced each other in an intimate posture.

"Master..." Yuan Xu muttered rarely, his Adam's apple rolled, his voice was indescribably hoarse and charming. "You've been getting sick more and more recently."

Geng Sanghua didn't bother to answer him.The bones of his body were split inch by inch, and his soul was torn apart. These thousand years of pain belonged to him alone.Ever since Master Yan Taoist fell, he no longer has any relatives in this world.Who is Yuan Xu?Heh, it's just a younger generation he picked up for Baishishan.

"Master..." Yuan Xu was still talking to himself. "You...turn your face away."

It used to be like this.

Ever since Yuan Xu went up the mountain at the age of eight, Geng Sanghua was startled to realize that the Baishi Mountain was about to move.He rummaged through the murals and rock carvings of the Zongmen in Baishi Mountain, and specially held a Zongmen sword competition. On that day, he sat on a high place with his white robe fluttering, looking coldly at the disciples below.Everyone was confused, only the disciple he picked up the mountain last, Yuan Xu, was shining with brilliance all over his body.The eight-year-old child had already learned how to condense frost and gather snow by himself. The moment the sword was unsheathed, there was a clang, and the blade quickly condensed into hoarfrost.

"Yuan Xu..." Geng Sanghua laughed self-deprecatingly, still curled up in the barrel, maintaining the posture of being embraced by Yuan Xu from behind. "Do you blame me for being a teacher?"

"Never blamed Master." Yuan Xu's voice was hoarse and deep. "Don't dare, and I can't bear it."

Geng Sanghua suddenly turned his head and sneered. "You pity me?"

Yuan Xu lowered his head, his jade-like face was steamed by the heat of the wooden barrel, and his sight was hard to see clearly. "The disciple dare not."

After a pause, he said again: "...I can't bear it either."

A clatter.

Geng Sang's bright and clean fingers suddenly caught Yuan Xu's throat, and he sneered endlessly. "Do you know who you are?"

Then there was a pause, and continued to sneer: "You are just a medicine for the teacher to be enchanted."

Yuan Xu couldn't breathe, his wild fox-like eyes raised slightly, looking deeply at Geng Sang Hua.

It is clear and silent, but it has already surpassed thousands of words.

Geng Sanghua waded through the water and moved closer to Yuan Xu, his voice was so cold that ice shards fell off. "As medicine, you think too much."

Yuan Xu's face turned purple, and he tried his best to let out a "huh" sound from his throat. After a long while, he made gestures with his fingers.One stroke at a time is writing in this comprehension Linlangjie language.

—Master, the time has come.

Geng Sanghua was startled, and suddenly released the five fingers that were holding Yuan Xu.

"Ahem," Yuan Xu said in a hoarse voice as soon as he was free, regardless of his own safety, "Master, hold me tight."