Demon Lord, he wants to be expelled from his teacher every day

Yin Lizhou opened his eyes with difficulty, his head was dizzy for a while, the pain spread like a raging fire, and his stomach was terribly empty, as if even the internal organs had been digested together.

pain.

This is his first feeling.

He didn't know who he was or where he was now, and he could only roughly judge his situation from the sound of footsteps walking back and forth around him and the unabashed discussions.

"Where did you come from, the little beggar, why did you die on the side of the road, bad luck."

"That's right, I'm so unlucky to encounter this kind of thing as soon as I go out."

"Go, go."

He wanted to say that he was not a beggar, but his throat was torn and hoarse, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

"thirsty……"

Yin Lizhou tried for a long time before finally pulling the corners of his lips and making a sound, trying to prove that he still had breath.

But the voice was as low and hoarse as an old well that had been dry for many years, and was quickly covered by the surrounding voices.

Yin Lizhou's gaze became more and more distracted, but his instinct to survive still forced him to exhaust his last strength, raised his left hand and reached out to the crowd, trying to send out a message for help.

I don't know how long it took, and finally reached out to the side of the road a little bit.However, before the passers-by noticed, a carriage suddenly passed by.The speeding wheels ruthlessly ran over his fingers.

The pain was too sharp, even though he had no strength left, his body was still trembling.

The mouth subconsciously opened wide, letting out a silent whine.

However, passers-by are still in a hurry, no one cares.

Yin Lizhou struggled and turned his head, seeing that his little finger was crushed and pressed deeply into the soil

The last ray of light in his eyes disappeared suddenly, and Yin Lizhou closed his eyes.

Just die like this, he doesn't want to hurt anymore.

I don't know how long I lay there, but suddenly it began to rain in the sky.

Bean-sized raindrops poured down, slamming him awake.

Yin Lizhou couldn't open his eyes anymore, he could only hear the sound of rain, hurried footsteps and the closing of shops around him.

"It's raining, hurry home."

"Mother, there is a little beggar lying there, is he cold?"

"It's dead, it won't be cold, go home quickly, don't get sick."

The sound of footsteps dissipated, the sound of closing the door disappeared, and it seemed that he was the only one left in the whole world.

The rain swept him little by little, like an over-soaked seed that died in the soil before it germinated.

Darkness surged up from the ground, pulling him down continuously.

When the consciousness became more and more blurred, the rain in the sky suddenly lightened.

Something brushed past the tip of his nose.Then, a voice sounded above his head.

"Master, you are still angry."

As soon as the voice fell, he was picked up by someone and fell into someone's arms.

Yin Lizhou felt that this must be an illusion created by himself.

How could anyone want to hug him?

But the touch on the body is so clear.

Yin Lizhou tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids were too heavy. As soon as his fingers touched the man's sleeve, he passed out.

When he woke up again, Yin Lizhou didn't know what night it was.I could only feel that my whole body was scorching hot, as if I was on the stake, and my throat was as dry as cracked ground.The whole person seemed to be torn into pieces, shattered endlessly.

"thirsty……"

He murmured unconsciously.

In the next second, the head was gently lifted, and water was slowly fed in.

Yin Lizhou couldn't open his eyes, so he could only swallow instinctively. He drank too fast, and water overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

He paused instinctively, but instead of scolding and beating as he imagined, a soft veil was stuck to the corner of his lips, and someone was wiping it clean for him.

"Continue to drink." A cold male voice sounded.

He has never heard such a beautiful voice, like the clear spring in the mountains, it seems that even the filth on his body can be washed away.

Is it really a hallucination?

Yin Lizhou's hand hanging by the bed seemed to have touched the hem of his clothes, and then gently grabbed it, desperately opening his eyes.

Dimly, he saw the figure of a young man.

The young man was sitting in front of the bed, dressed in white clothes better than the snow, with black hair and plain face, he was prettier than the gods in the New Year pictures.

Yin Lizhou froze for a moment, and unconsciously let go of the fingers that were holding the hem of his clothes.

I was afraid that I would defile him.

Shan Mingxiu took the medicine from the waiter, and was about to feed the child to drink, but when he turned his head, he saw that he had opened his eyes, but his eyes were still blurred.

Shan Mingxiu raised his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, and asked softly, "Are you awake?"

The child seemed to be startled and opened his eyes wide, and the daze in his eyes gradually faded away.

He seemed to want to speak, but he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Seeing this, Shan Mingxiu took a spoonful of the medicine with a spoon, put it on his lips to cool it down, fed it to the child's mouth, and asked, "Do you still feel uncomfortable?"

Yin Lizhou looked at him, and although he was so painful that he couldn't even speak, he still shook his head hard.

Shan Mingxiu seemed to see his bravado, and fed him another spoonful of medicine.

"You don't need to talk, just take your medicine first."

Yin Lizhou nodded, opened his mouth obediently and swallowed the medicine.

I don't know what kind of medicine is used to make this medicine, and it is extremely bitter. Although I tried my best to control it, my face could not help but twist slightly.

Then he saw the boy's hand feeding the medicine stop.

He thought the young man disliked him for his coquettishness, and just as he was about to say it was not bitter, he saw the young man's slender white fingers pinching something close.Then, a small object was put into the mouth.

The sweetness spread along the tip of the tongue, and soon filled the mouth, it was a piece of candy.

He raised his head, and Shan Mingxiu looked at him, as if observing his reaction.

"Is it still bitter?"

Yin Lizhou felt a little dizzy in his head. He obviously just ate a piece of candy, but he felt drunk.

He shook his head, trying to keep himself awake.Trying to squeeze out a hoarse voice, "Sweet."

After drinking a bowl of medicine, Shan Mingxiu twisted a new veil on his forehead, covered the quilt again, got up and held the oil lamp on the table in his hand, and said, "Take a good rest, I will be here next door."

Yin Lizhou looked at him and nodded obediently.

Shan Mingxiu hooked the corners of his lips, showing a faint smile, turned and walked out.

Yin Lizhou tried his best to open his eyes wide, propped himself up slightly, and stared at Shan Mingxiu's figure that kept going away for a moment.

It wasn't until Shan Mingxiu's back completely disappeared before his eyes that he lay down again and closed his eyes little by little.

Darkness comes again.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether what happened just now was real, or was it just an illusion created by him?

When Yin Lizhou woke up again, the scorching heat on his body finally receded, and his consciousness regained his sobriety.

No icy rain, no hard ground.Instead, there are warm quilts and white underwear on the body.

He looked sideways, his left hand was wrapped in gauze, and the wound had been cleaned.

It's just that the physical pain has not stopped.

He limply sat up from the bed and looked around his surroundings.

This is an inn. Although it looks ordinary, he also knows that he can't afford it.

Why are you here?

Wasn't everything yesterday a dream?

Yin Lizhou subconsciously licked the corners of his lips, as if he could still feel a lingering sweetness.

What about the boy from yesterday?is he still there

Thinking of this, Yin Lizhou was about to throw off the quilt and get out of bed to look for him, but suddenly he heard the sound of the door opening.

Yin Lizhou raised his eyes and saw an old man with white beard and hair and a serious face pushing the door and walking towards him.

Following behind him was the boy he had seen in a daze yesterday.

Not a dream.

Yin Lizhou's eyes widened.

"Wake up." The old man said, walking in front of him.He raised his bony hand and touched his forehead, pondered for a moment, and said slowly: "It seems that the fever has subsided."

After finishing speaking, he put his hand down and raised his hand to stroke his beard, "Little friend, we have already dealt with your injury, and you can recover after a period of rest, but the little finger..."

The old man's gaze fell on his hand, he paused for a moment, then slowed down his voice, "I can't connect."

Yin Lizhou had expected it a long time ago, but when he really heard it, he still couldn't hold back his fingers and curled up suddenly.Then came a piercing pain.

His eyes were red from the pain, but he still held back his tears, raised his head and smiled at them, and said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you, already, thank you very much."

When the old man heard this, the seriousness on his face faded a little, and he sighed softly.

"We have paid next month's rent, you can rest assured to recuperate here."

Yin Lizhou was stunned for a moment, looked at the young man behind the old man, and hurriedly asked: "You guys, do you want to go?"

"Yes, we have something unfinished, so it is inconvenient to stay here for a long time."

The young man who had been standing behind the old man stepped forward and said.

After finishing speaking, the boy walked up to him, held his hand, and put a golden barley seed into his palm.

Admonish: "This should be enough for you to live for a while, take good care of yourself."

While speaking, the old man turned around and walked out.

The boy looked at it, patted him on the shoulder lightly, and turned to leave.

The sleeve was suddenly grabbed by someone.

Shan Mingxiu turned his head and saw the child with his head down, his shoulders shrugged slightly, and the white quilt was faintly stained with water.

The golden barley just now was stuffed back into his hand again.

"you……"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted.

The child gently tugged at his sleeve, raised his head, his eyes were red, and his voice was cautious.

"I don't want gold, can I follow you?"