I rely on green tea to coax the amnesia master back

Not only amnesia, He Tingfeng's memory seems to be stuck in a hundred years ago, before they broke up.In Shenlou's impression, He Tingfeng at that time looked like this now, no matter how deviant he did, the other party could forgive him with a smile.

Only the matter of practicing the forbidden technique completely touched He Tingfeng's bottom line, and made him leave completely regardless of the friendship between master and apprentice for many years.

From then on, no matter how hard Shen Lou tried to show himself, it was impossible to coax the master back.

It's been a long time since he saw such an obsessive apprentice, and He Tingfeng was even a little surprised. In his memory, since Shenlou had a sense of right and wrong, he seldom hugged him.Xianjun suddenly lost a life adjustment, and I don't know how long he will be depressed.

Immersed in the joy of kneading the dumplings, He Tingfeng didn't notice the ecstasy that flashed in his apprentice's eyes, and was still patting his back like coaxing a child.

Fortunately, He Tingfeng didn't notice it, although he was a bit puzzled that Shenlou seemed to have grown a lot taller overnight, but his appearance had not changed, so he thought that his memory was wrong and he didn't take it to heart.

"It's been a long time since I watched you refine Qi. Now it's just you and me. Let me see how you're practicing?"

The corner of Shen Lou's mouth froze, thinking about refining Qi, his joy was also diluted a lot.

Due to the conflict between righteousness and evil, if you practice forcefully, you will be seriously injured. Shenlou has not refined Qi for about a hundred years, and He Tingfeng became a demon because of his practice of forbidden techniques, and the two finally broke up.

If it hadn't been confirmed that He Tingfeng had really lost his memory, who wouldn't think that this was a problem deliberately set up by the other party, and just wait to see his jokes.

Not even having time to make up a lie, Shen Lou could only grit his teeth, draw out his soft sword against the pressure, close his eyes and concentrate, forcing himself to think about those martial arts moves that had long been forgotten in the depths of his memory.

When the qi sank into the dantian, a small opening seemed to be broken in his skin, and as the qi refining deepened, the chapped wounds gradually increased, and bloodshots also seeped out from it, but fortunately it was covered by the clothes, so it was not obvious for the time being.

It was okay at first, a little pain was not torture.But when the pain accumulated all over his body, Shen Lou, who hadn't been seriously injured in a hundred years, still had slightly red eyes.

However, outsiders do not know how many tears of joy are contained in the loss and recovery of the master.

Seeing that Shenlou's qi refining still looks good, He Tingfeng nodded frequently in satisfaction, but he didn't know if it was his illusion, Shenlou's eyelids were red, and it seemed that tears would fall in the next second.

He Tingfeng frowned in doubt, and couldn't remember whether Shenlou was a crybaby, but obviously, seeing the other party desperately "holding back tears", he couldn't help but start to doubt himself, wondering if he had trained him too much. Ruthless?

Thinking in this way, he hurriedly made a trick and threw it away, directly letting the apprentice who was concentrating on refining Qi break through the defense.

The sword energy around Shenlou dissipated immediately, and he was standing there holding the sword in a daze, his eyes were slightly red, and he looked completely unresponsive.

He Tingfeng felt distressed for no reason, and hurriedly pulled the apprentice into his arms. He was going to pat his back to coax him, but he didn't want to move too much and press directly on Shenlou's wound.

The rips were all over the body, and through pressure, the blood and clothes easily stuck together, and the pain instantly multiplied several times.Even so, Shen Lou remained silent, his eyes fixed on He Tingfeng's side face, worried that all this was just a dream.

He is wearing a green shirt, the material is light and thin, even if the tolerance is different from ordinary people, the blood will slowly seep out in the end, not to mention the bloody smell all over his body that cannot be ignored, which made He Tingfeng immediately alert.

Frowning lightly, he lifted the shirt on Shenlou's forearm, and saw countless small cracks, which stained He Tingfeng's eyes, and he blurted out: "Who made this?"

The tone was not pleasant, as if he believed that Shenlou's injury was not his own doing, and there was a tendency to confront that person in his words.

Shenlou thought it would be okay to answer reflexively, but suddenly noticed that the other party had a dignified expression, and there was undisguised distress in his eyes, so when the defense came to his lips, he suddenly changed the topic.

"Master, don't be angry, it was me, I accidentally knocked on it." The tone was artificial and deliberate, and while saying this, the reddish eyes flickered, and tears easily overflowed, and he relaxed his posture The score was extremely low, and he was even terrified, "I have delayed my cultivation, please punish me, master."

The tall and handsome apprentice lowered his head slightly, as if he didn't seem to be seen as weak, took the initiative to take the blame, and avoided mentioning the source of the wound, as if he was covering something for others.

Cautious tone, flinching gesture.

She was even more pitiful than the actress on that stage.

Not only failed to dispel He Tingfeng's anger, but completely ignited it.There are not many saints in the five continents, and most of the rest are distributed in other continents. There are very few people here who are He Tingfeng's opponents.

Xianjun's gentleness disappeared in an instant, replaced by a sudden surge of anger.I saw his left hand tilted outward, and a natal sword wrapped in blue sword energy appeared in the palm of his hand.

It is Duanyu that has appeared many times in Shenlou's dream.

He Tingfeng's blue pupils were even glowing with anger, looking menacing, as if he was about to cut off the man's head in the next second.Even facing the apprentice at this moment, although his tone was still a bit harsh, it was obviously restrained a lot, as if he was trying to comfort him.

"Don't be afraid, tell me his identity, Master will kill him for you!"

Shenlou looked at He Tingfeng almost obsessively, until he came back to his senses when he heard these words, he was sweating like rain in an instant, the cold sweat and blood on his back were sticky together, and he was in a mess.

While his thoughts were racing, Shenlou abruptly stopped He Tingfeng, and stroked the master's back with his hands, without the slightest sense of treason.While moving, he opened his mouth slowly: "Master, I'm worrying too much, this injury was really caused by my disciple himself, and it's none of other people's business."

Don't worry, let me make a series right away.

"My body is dirty. I am afraid that I will desecrate Master. I wonder if Master will allow me to go and clean it."

Hearing this, He Tingfeng's anger dissipated, and then he hid it all in his heart, and scanned Shenlou from head to toe. It was indeed as he said, stained with a lot of blood.

The distress in Xianjun's eyes has never faded, and his tone is natural: "Okay, Master will wash it for you."