The White Rabbit Immortal raised a cub and overturned

In the dark night, Ye Jue held a lantern in the other hand, and the two walked across the small gravel road to the bathroom.

The bathroom is spacious and clean, and the windows are sealed to prevent the intrusion of the cold wind. Perhaps because of Ye Jue's use, a white gauze curtain was added to the edge of the tub. Ye Jue asked A Feng to take off his clothes, and went to the tub to explore the water by himself.

"It's okay."

The temperature of the water is acceptable, and the potency of the medicine is also moderate. The spiritual grass Xiao Minghong handed him is warm jade spiritual grass that can relieve pain and heal trauma. Bise medicinal bath.

Xiao Minghong also gave him a bottle of medicinal powder, which is specially used to warm and nourish the spiritual veins, but A Feng is a mortal without a spiritual vein, so he doesn't need it at all.But based on the principle of not using it for nothing, he poured it in together.

"Are you finished taking off? You can go in..." Ye Jue turned around and urged, but seeing the scene behind him, his words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say anything.

Ah Feng took off his shirt.

Although the figure is so thin that only a few bones remain, it can be vaguely seen that the body is very good and he is a good young man who practiced martial arts, but the collarbone seems to have been pierced with an iron chain, leaving behind shriveled dead flesh and dark red blood scabs, and There were blue and purple bruises on the mouth of the bowl, and a layer of skin was torn off the arm holding the sword.

There are still countless traces of soldering iron on the boy's body, which are evenly distributed and regular.He originally wanted to study the appropriate punishment, but seeing this miserable state, he was terrified and couldn't bear to look any further.

"Go in." Ye Jue ordered, holding back the trembling tone.

Afeng lowered his head, and stepped into the bathtub obediently. The hot water was slightly hot for him, who was covered with scars. When the medicinal bath soaked his calf, he couldn't help crying out in pain.

Ye Jue went to scoop up cold water, but when he turned around, Afeng's whole body was submerged in the tub, biting his lower lip stubbornly with his small white teeth, without making a sound.

"Who did this injury?" He added cold water to the tub and asked casually.

"do not know."

"I don't know? Where were you arrested, who hurt you, and you can't even remember what your clothes look like?" Ye Jue said.

Afeng was injured like this, and this matter has never been exposed lightly, so ask some clues in advance, and wait for some day to go up and beat him up first.

The Qingsong faction has been written down in a small book.

In the face of his repeated inquiries, Afeng's expression was not disgusted, and he was even expressionless. He was silent for a long time before uttering two words: "Forgot."

"forget?"

"Well, maybe...too many."

Ye Jue raised his eyebrows and stared at the young man's face. The young man's eyes were empty and white, and he was helplessly dazed.

Because I have been tortured too much, I generally don't remember the specific process...

"That's all." Ye Jue simply ignored it, took out two bottles of medicine powder from the storage bag and poured them into the bathtub, just after pouring the second bottle, he found that there seemed to be something wrong with Afeng's expression through the steaming water. .

disturbed?

"Why are you uneasy? Did the powder irritate your wound and hurt you?" Ye Jue asked.

"No, it's not." Afeng denied in a low voice.

However, he only vetoed it in a panic, and did not say the specific reason.

"Strange." Ye Jue muttered, feeling bored, he opened the door to see what was going on outside.

And A Feng tremblingly picked up a handful of potions in the bathtub, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his throat was choked by the shock in his heart, and he couldn't say a word.

It turned out that it was really a medicated bath, and this man was really saving himself...

But why?Why save him?

Ye Jue looked around the small courtyard, opened the gauze curtain and went back to the bathtub. A Feng had already closed his eyes and enjoyed the medicinal bath, as if he had fallen asleep.

But he saw that the young man's nose fluttered not too clearly, and he was afraid that he might faint, so he stretched out his fingers and probed under the young man's nose. Well, it's okay, the breathing is weak but long, and he is not dead.

He withdrew his fingers, it would take two to three hours to soak in the medicinal bath, and he could only stay by the boy's side in case something went wrong, but waiting was too boring, so he even started to play with the water.

While playing, he began to polish the ball into the water. The light ball contained full spiritual power, and when it touched the water surface, it turned into a dense white mist and entered the boy's body.

——Ye Jue followed Brother Xiao's advice, after all he was also afraid that the young man's heart would be damaged.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly there was a sound of tiles breaking above the roof, and A Feng woke up suddenly from his dream. He looked at the beams of the roof, and it seemed that people were walking fast on the roof.

"My lord, here..."

"It's okay." Ye Jue said vaguely, yawned, and rested on his chin with another hand.

As soon as the words fell, there was a sharp sword cry from the small courtyard outside. Dozens of swords were unsheathed at the same time, as if they were about to wash the inn with blood. Through a thin layer of window paper, Hu San shouted "Go!"Then swords and swords fought each other, and the sound of fighting was endless.

"Shua la." A stream of blood splashed on the white window paper.

Although Afeng was blind, he could hear the thick sound of blood dripping, and couldn't help asking: "My lord, what happened outside?"

Ye Jue didn't bother to explain, and said in a foolish way: "Hu San and the others are competing with each other in kung fu."

After finishing speaking, he was slapped in the face——

The blue tiles on the roof were completely broken, a stream of blood flowed along the cracks in the planks, and dripped onto the bridge of the young man's nose. A Feng raised his hand to wipe it, and a smear of bright red blood, fresh and warm, just flowed from someone's neck.

"The Qingsong faction, the Qingsong faction are coming to arrest me!" Afeng murmured, her breathing became rapid.

"It's fine." Ye Jue waved his hand to mend the hole in the roof. Seeing that the water in the bathtub was clear and the medicine had been absorbed by the young man, he let him out.

A Feng was obviously not comforted, he timidly dried his body with a bath towel, put on his outer shirt, and grabbed Ye Jue's clothes.

Ye Jue led the young man out, he raised his hand and was about to open the door, when suddenly, a heart-wrenching scream sounded outside the door, the man cried and yelled while crawling, "Don't kill me, don't kill me. ", a snake shadow passed by, and the disciples of the Qingsong Sect were killed instantly, and half of the door was splashed red with blood.

A strong smell of blood rushed to his face, and after smelling it, Afeng couldn't remember the cruel memories of when, staggered back a few steps, and ran wildly like a wounded little animal.

"With me here, what are you afraid of?" Ye Jue was afraid that he would fall and get hurt, so he grabbed Afeng's collar.

And the boy's fingers touched the corner of the white clothes, as if he had found a safe haven, he suddenly threw himself into Ye Jue's arms, his thin arms tightly wrapped around his waist, trembling.

Ye Jue frowned slightly and wanted to refuse, but seeing Afeng's frightened look, he finally lowered his arms slowly, and the wide sleeves covered the young man's small body, as if to isolate all the blood-soaked and painful past.

"It's okay." He coaxed like a child.

The sound of fighting outside became louder and louder. Inside the door separated by a wall, Ye Jue covered the boy's ears and listened quietly.

I don't know how long it took, as the last piece of flesh and blood was torn apart by the tip of the sword, the courtyard returned to silence, cicadas rang, and the little demons "hey, hey" carried the wooden barrels and began to clean the blood.

Hu San knocked on the wooden door and said: "Boss, the corpses have been cleaned up, and the gravel road has been cleaned up."

"En." Ye Jue responded lightly, raised his hand and pushed open the wooden door.

Blood, bright red blood was everywhere, but there was no smell of blood in the air, but the rich fragrance of peonies.

Ye Jue saw the little demons scrubbing the bluestone floor with brushes, and knew that they must have sprinkled incense powder.

"How are you?" He looked at Hu San, the fox fur on Hu San's body was wet, it should have been washed off after being stained with blood.

When Hu San heard this, he was immediately in high spirits: "Hey, their cultivation bases are all below Foundation Establishment, and it doesn't take much effort at all. Some little monsters were injured, but they were all minor injuries."

Ye Jue nodded.

He is a golden elixir monster, Hu Sanxiu is above the foundation, and has not broken through the golden elixir.However, the practice of the monster race is a thousand times more difficult than that of the human race, and if you are not careful, you will fail to break through due to the thunder calamity. Therefore, the monsters in the foundation building stage can often be tied with the golden elixir power of the human race.

Ye Jue threw a bottle of elixir to Hu San, turned around and led A Feng through the wet courtyard, and the two walked to the bedroom.

Afeng was silent all the way, until Ye Jue pushed him to bed and was about to leave, Afeng suddenly grabbed Ye Jue's clothes and said:

"So, the members of the Qingsong faction..."

"Dead." Ye Jue said bluntly: "If a person comes, he will kill one person, if a group comes, he will kill a group."

He knew that the Qingsong Sect had a lot of background and must have great cultivation skills, so he wasn't afraid. At worst, he would send the little demons back to the Demon Realm, and take Afeng to hide on Guhe Peak.

A Feng nodded slightly, his eyes were dull, making it difficult to see what was going on in his heart.

Ye Jue thought he was frightened, so she picked up a piece of sugar cake and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Well, what is this..."

"Osmanthus cake." Ye Jue said solemnly: "It's an extremely sweet osmanthus cake. You must eat two pieces before going to bed every day, so that you can gain weight."

If it continues like this, within a month, Afeng can be raised to be plump, white and tender, and when he pinches his face, it will definitely feel very good.

Ye Jue thought about the beautiful days in the future, and left the bedroom happily.And A Feng held half a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and sat motionless by the bed.

His thoughts were confused, the blood drops from just now appeared in his mind, and the soft and delicious sweet-scented osmanthus cake appeared in his mind for a while. He was confused and couldn't find his way. For some reason, a question suddenly appeared in his mind: "Is it sweet?"

Is it sweet?

The osmanthus honey cake is sprinkled with icing sugar, and the icing touches the warmth of the tongue and melts into sugar water. The honey fragrance of osmanthus occupies the mouth, sweet and greasy.

"Sweet." The boy said softly.

A Feng slept so soundly tonight that he woke up the next day in a daze and didn't recover for a long time.

It's three poles in the sun, it's time for lunch.

"Lunch is stewed chicken, hehe, every day there must be a dish of chicken, fried lettuce with bacon, and two stir-fried side dishes, go down and eat!" Hu San babbled while folding the quilt.

A Feng walked obediently to the door, yesterday's medicated bath had a remarkable effect, although the scars did not fade, but the pain was no longer there when dressing and walking, and the lumps on the legs had disappeared.

His eye disease also improved, and the white mist in front of him faded. He walked down the stairs holding the handrail of the stairs. At the end of the stairs was a dining table, where a group of little monsters were eating.

When he walked around the corner, he suddenly heard a letter from a black blood-spitting snake, and deliberately lowered his voice: "I went to pour the water in the tub last night, guess what?"

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" A group of little demons gathered together to listen.

"In the bathtub last night, there was such a strong breath of spiritual power!"

"The breath of spiritual power, could it be Bai...could it be the spiritual power of the boss?"

"Of course it's the boss's spiritual power! Not a lot!"

The goblins were in an uproar.

A civet cat sighed: "Who do you think this is Afeng? How can you make the boss not only take out the heavenly spirit grass, but also release the spirit power to heal his injuries?"

When they found out last night that the medicinal bath was a heavenly spirit herb, they were already extremely envious, but today they learned such a heavy news.

"Boss and Afeng must have a close relationship!" Little White Tiger said firmly.

"But Hu San said that Afeng was taken in by the boss!"

"Don't listen to him fooling you, the boss must have other secrets behind him!"

……

"Another secret?" A Feng repeated a few words, while looking at his broken palm, he is a useless person,

After a while, he suddenly remembered something, turned around and walked upstairs, groped for a room based on his memory, and knocked on the door.