Dressed as an apprentice of Our Lady of the Sick

Just one day before the Immortal Gate Conference, Nan Heng and Xiao Tingxun were still having a sweet time in the small thatched hut in Luoyun Mountain.

However, he dispensed the ointment twice more, and the injury on Xiao Tingxun's wrist was almost healed.

And when the two of them were having sex last night, taking advantage of Xiao Tingxun's confusion and fascination with him, Nan Heng coaxed and tricked him into releasing the seal for him.

Taking advantage of his deep sleep, he erased this little memory.

What he did was impeccable, and the only thing left was to trick Xiao Tingxun into drinking the dream, so that he could let go and do what he should do.

As the sun was setting, Nan Heng boiled the ointment in the small hut outside the hut and served it in a small porcelain bowl.

Sitting at the door, Xiao Tingxun stabbed a clump of green bamboo on the brocade bag he had sewn last time, then flew the needle through the thread buckle and tied a knot.

"It's the last time I paint it, and everything should be healed." Nan Heng sat down beside him with a small porcelain bowl.

Xiao Tingxun handed him the stitched kit: "The stitching is not good-looking, this is the first time I have made a kit by myself."

In the past, when Murong Qing was around, Murong Qing made it for him to wear, but after Murong Qing was gone, he has been wearing that kit until now.

Nan Heng held the kit in his hand and looked at it over and over: "It's very beautiful, much better than the ones made by my master."

Xiao Tingxun: ...

Obviously his bamboo sticks out like a piece of wood painted with green paint, yet Nan Heng can say it looks good without blinking his eyes.

"As long as you like it," he said.

Nan Heng pulled his right hand and untied the straps on it.

The wound on the wrist has almost healed, but there are still some places where scabs have just formed.

He dipped his finger in the ointment and spread it on it thinly.

"The day after tomorrow is the Immortal Gate Conference, what are your plans?" Xiao Tingxun asked.

Nan Heng finished applying the medicine for him, and wrapped it with a new bandage: "It's all planned, Master, don't worry about it."

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Xiao Tingxun didn't ask any more questions.

The sun had completely sunk, and night fell.

The top of Luoyun Mountain was shrouded in the starry sky, and the night wind was blowing, making it bone-chillingly cold.

"Master, rest." Nan Heng put one hand on his pillow, and held Xiao Tingxun with the other.

Not being thrown away like before, Xiao Tingxun responded softly: "Okay."

The young man led him up and went back to the hut.

Xiao Tingxun looked at his back, his heart sank suddenly.

After rebirth, many things have changed, but Zhou Qian's plan will not change.

Although in this world's Immortal Gate Conference, Zhou Qian called together the monks from all the immortal sects under the banner of crusade against Nanheng, but his purpose was to obtain the awakened heart of Nanheng's bloodline, open the spirit guard array, repair the spirit guard stone, for its use.

Suddenly, he shook his palms, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and cold light burst out.

In this life, he will never let Zhou Gan succeed.

Nan Heng pulled him to sit down on the bed, and went out to serve Xiao Tingxun a bowl of osmanthus honey soup.

"Why do you still make this late at night?" Xiao Tingxun looked at the golden osmanthus petals swirling in the bowl.

"The weather is cold, it will be more comfortable to drink a bowl of sweet soup before going to bed." Nan Heng said.

Leng Bai pinched the small spoon with his fingertips and scooped it into the bowl. Xiao Tingxun brought the soup to his lips, smelling the sweet scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, and frowned.

"What's wrong?" Nan Heng's heart tightened.

"It's okay." Xiao Tingxun took out the small spoon from the bowl, then picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp, "I'm done drinking, let's rest."

Nan Heng didn't suspect him, took the bowl down, dragged Xiao Tingxun to sleep together.

The night was dark, and the clouds covered the stars and the moonlight.

Nan Heng held Xiao Tingxun's hand, looking at the pitch-black tent, Xiao Tingxun's steady breathing gradually came from beside him.

This should be the last night. He Meng doubled the amount, which should be enough for Xiao Tingxun to sleep for three days and two nights.

With a sigh, he turned sideways, and gently stroked Xiao Tingxun's slightly closed eyebrows with his fingers.

--Ding.

The crisp sound of the system rang in my ears.

[The countdown is 1 day, because the host delayed the task time, the cool point value is -5000, and the current cool point value is: 1000.Please take the time to complete the task. 】

[Host, was the spring night in exchange for some coolness worth it? 】

Nan Heng: "..."

"So, that's why you deduct more from me?"

【……Ha ha. 】

[Actually, the system has just self-repaired and found some interesting things. In order to help the host complete the task as soon as possible, the system thinks it should show the host. 】

Nan Heng: "What?"

What answered him was a dazzling white light flashing in front of his eyes.

A white light flashed, and a huge screen appeared in front of Nan Heng's eyes, and pictures began to appear on it.

It's still Hanlin Peak, and it's still in front of the small bamboo house.

Xiao Tingxun was sitting in front of the stone table and was sewing a kit in his hands. On the small tea-white bag, there were a few sticks of green bamboo sticking out, ugly like wooden sticks painted with green paint.

In the small courtyard, a handsome young man in a black narrow-sleeved shirt was practicing his sword seriously.

The boy danced like a dragon with horns and swords, and a few drops of sweat slid down his forehead.

After a while, Xiao Tingxun called to stop: "Heng'er, come and rest for a while."

The young man withdrew his momentum, casually held a sword flower in his hand, put away the sword, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sat down opposite him.

"Master, what are you doing?"

Xiao Tingxun handed him the brocade bag he had embroidered in his hand: "Seeing that yours is broken, I made a new one for you."

The young man took it and looked at it over and over again, with a smile on his mouth: "Master knows how to do these, the sewing is very strong, I should be able to use it for a long time."

"Actually, it's the first time I've done it." Xiao Tingxun put away the needle and thread in his hand, "Are you ready for the new disciple assessment tomorrow?"

"It's all ready, Master, don't worry, Jieshi will definitely come back with the first place, to win honor for Master!"

The boy's eyebrows are bright, and he looks sunny and energetic.

Xiao Tingxun nodded: "Then rest early today. Also, I helped you choose a set of clothes. Yours is a little too small. Change to a new one tomorrow."

"Wow! Master, you are so kind!" The boy's eyes lit up suddenly, and he put the brocade bag on his waist, and ran towards the bamboo building, "I'll go and have a look!"

Xiao Tingxun stared at his back and pursed his lips with a slight arc.

As soon as the picture changed, the young man rushed into his room, and saw a set of black cirrus dark pattern and golden thread trimming neatly stacked on the bed.

He carefully unfolded the clothes, touching here and there while examining them.

Nan Heng clenched his hands suddenly, and his eyes gradually turned dark.

But soon, a row of red values ​​slowly appeared on the screen.

Detected the current favorability of Xiao Tingxun: 5000+

Click, the screen began to gradually dim.

The sound of the system came to my ears again: 【End of playback. 】

"..."

"you do this delibrately."

[However, the information searched by this system is true, it is the records and data during the plot development of the original book. 】

System 88's icy j mechanical voice was tinged with pride: [Actually, I don't need to say it, the host should have already felt it. 】

[It was easy to increase the favorability of the host in the early stage, but after the Mirror Demon Illusion, the favorability of the host could not be improved for a long time.In fact, after you came out of the forbidden place, he used magic to probe your soul when you were unconscious.He has long known that you, the host, are not the original owner. 】

"he……"

Nan Heng's brows were furrowed, the node of his book transmigration was the first time the original owner met Xiao Tingxun after he grew up.Logically, Xiao Tingxun would not have noticed any difference between him and the original owner. The original owner was rescued by him when he was five years old. The two met each other in a hurry, and they met again after they grew up. It was already 12 years later.

Therefore, there is only one explanation, Xiao Tingxun remembered everything in the original book, and the characters in this book were reborn for some reason.

Only in this way can he compare himself with the original owner, discover the difference between himself and the original owner, and thus discover that he is another person with a new core.

Breathing suddenly stopped, Nan Heng only felt that somewhere in his heart was slowly tearing open.

That's right, he remembered that in the book, Xiao Tingxun had always been used to calling the original owner Heng'er, but to himself, he only called him twice.

The first time was when he was apprenticed to a teacher, and the second time was when Xiao Tingxun rescued him from the illusion of the mirror demon. At that time, he was unconscious and hugged Xiao Tingxun and refused to let go.

Before the new disciples' assessment, they went down the mountain to a tailor shop to buy new clothes. At that time, he asked Xiao Tingxun what color he liked.

He remembered that Xiao Tingxun's answer was: black.

And in the cold snow, he confessed to Xiao Tingxun, but the other party coldly refused, asking him to remember his identity and what he should do.

At that time, he never understood why Xiao Tingxun didn't resent his touch, but was unwilling to agree to it.

identity?What should he do?

Therefore, with the original owner's shell on his shoulders, he should take revenge for the original owner, and shouldn't be wishful thinking about other things?

The night was terrifyingly silent, Nan Heng stubbornly remained silent for a long time without responding.

Maybe what the system found is true, but so what, didn't they say everything clearly last night.

Moreover, even... Xiao Tingxun did not reject him.

System 88 didn't wait for Nan Heng's response for a long time, and rang again with some guilt:

[This system just hopes that the host can recognize the facts, complete the task well, and return to the original world. 】

"Then I would like to thank you for your kindness." Nan Heng's voice was piercingly cold, "However, I have my own judgment. Even if you want to promote me to turn against him, there is no need to use such things as evidence."

"Compared to the video data you don't know where to find, I am more willing to believe what he said."

After he finished speaking, he didn't give the system any time to respond, and directly forked the system out.

There are no stars tonight, and the hut is dark.

Nan Heng took a deep breath, slowly opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was a piece of warm yellow candlelight, and Xiao Tingxun's figure sitting in front of the bed.