Brother in the immortal world at large, bride in the demon world

Bi Fang nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice. He really had the bad luck of eight lifetimes and wanted to serve the young master of the Demon Realm in this life.

It is obviously a divine bird that has been known for thousands of years, but it has to be commanded by his father and son as doctors.

Bi Fang raised his hand to pull Ye Junxi's hand to the side of the bed, but Gong Zheyan yelled at him again.

"I asked you to see a doctor, why are you touching your brother's hand?!"

Bi Fang was helpless: "My little master, can't you get a pulse when you see a doctor? Am I really just watching?"

"Oh, oh, then you can see, but don't touch other parts of him."

The young master's words made him embarrassed, taking the pulse was only the first step, he would also check the young lady's sword wound later.Gong Zheyan would only delay the young lady's condition by occupying the young lady in such a way that he would not allow him to examine her properly.

Bi Fang rested his left hand on Ye Junxi's porcelain-like wrist, carefully persuading him: "Young Master, Young Madam is not in a good condition. I will carefully examine the sword wound on his chest later. You always stand aside to guard against it. Staring at me like a thief is wasting time."

"In case you plot against Senior Brother, Senior Brother is mine now, I must watch!"

Gong Zheyan's words were childish and domineering, Bi Fang had long been used to it.

He took a deep breath and continued helplessly: "How come? Am I that kind of bird? I have seen the male cultivator that your father favored. If he is as domineering as you, then the male cultivator will die How many times!"

"It's different, that male cultivator is not as good-looking as my senior brother, not even a finger. When you were in the Longyang Sword Sect, you kept staring at senior brother. Don't think I don't know!!!"

Bi Fang scraped his upper lip with his teeth.

——Well, he admitted that Ye Junxi is indeed irresistible.But this does not hinder his medical ethics when he cures the sick and saves the sick! ! !

He sighed, and made Ye Junxi's condition more serious, hoping that this would slightly reduce the sudden increase in Gong Zheyan's possessive desire.

Bi Fang: "Zheng Bingyi's sword may have hurt the heart of the young lady, and the foundation has also been damaged, and I have found that the spiritual power in his body has a tendency to go berserk, which may be due to the residual poison. Although I can guarantee that he will definitely You can wake up, but the damage to the immortal body is irreversible, and you need to take good care of it if you want to repair it."

When the young master heard the first half of his sentence, he immediately held his breath, not daring to make a sound, for fear of missing a word.

"Is that old thief Zheng Bingyi poisoned on his sword? Quickly check the wound. No, no, no, let me undo it, come and see!"

After finishing speaking, Gong Zheyan carefully helped Ye Junxi up, and gently took off his clothes one by one like stripping silk, exposing the blood hole on his chest, frowning, and looked at Bi Fang in a panic .

Bi Fang stretched out his index finger to touch the blood that was about to solidify into a dry block on the wound, pondered it in his mouth, and analyzed: "It's not here, he may have been poisoned before. To be honest, I don't think so. Young Madam, he was possessed by torture and wounded his foundation, more like..."

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Ye Junxi felt that he had slept for a long time. He had a very long dream. He dreamed that he was still in the Longyang Sword Sect. After the master came back from retreat, his temperament did not change drastically. Instead, he was more gentle with him, until finally he married himself. Became a Taoist couple.

In a flash, he was wearing red clothes, sitting on the edge of the bed, with a red embroidered cloth on his head, as if he was waiting for the master to come back and take off his hijab.

Suddenly, all the candles in the room were extinguished, and when he could not see his fingers, someone lifted his hijab.

A pair of broad palms held his cheeks, and immediately softly pressed against his lips, intertwined thinly, and he asked in doubt: "Master?"

After the man heard his call, he gnawed even more roughly, as if he wanted to swallow him whole.He felt the moisture on the man's face as his cheeks were pressed against each other.

—he was crying silently!

He opened his eyes many times, but couldn't see anything. Finally, after closing his eyes and opening them again, there was light and color in front of him.Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a beautiful boy lying on the side of the bed and looking at him with his head tilted.

The man supported his head with a wide palm, and the severed eyebrow on the left side was clearly full of violence and evil, but the eyes under the saber eyebrow were full of pure and focused expectation. He had only seen one person with such eyes before. Had.

If the man in front of him wasn't so handsome, he couldn't help calling "Thank you Yan"

The beautiful boy spoke with an indescribably joyful voice: "Master... benefactor, are you awake!?"

Just as Ye Junxi was about to speak, he found that his voice was a little hoarse. He raised his hand and squeezed his throat, but when he opened his mouth, he found that there was no sound.

Are you... dumb?

The beautiful boy hurriedly moved the quilt at the end of the bed and placed it under his head so that he could half prop up his body. After everything was done, he said seriously: "Don't worry, this is just the stamina of the medicine. Wait for your chest wound After recovering, I don’t need to take any more medicine, and my throat will naturally be normal.”

He nodded, raised his finger to point to the boy, and pointed to the corner of his own lips, indicating that there were still brown marks on his lips.

The young man's face turned red suddenly, he turned his head quickly and secretly wiped off that spot, then coughed with his fists around his mouth, and said seriously: "Almighty, you are seriously injured, and it hurts your heart. These few days You can only stay in bed for the whole day. When you feel better, I will help you out for a walk. You can rest well, and the medicine will be ready in half an hour."

The boy ran away without waiting for him to react.

Not long after, Gong Zheyan trotted over with the medicinal soup. When he saw Ye Junxi still lying peacefully on the bed, the stone he raised in his heart fell to the ground.

He looked down at the brown soup in his hand, both happy and sad.

——Hey, when the senior brother wakes up, he won't have the chance to personally feed the medicine.

When he raised his head again, he saw Ye Junxi turned his head to the side and smiled slightly at him. His silver hair was hanging down beside the pillow, reflecting his red eyes as beautiful and delicious as red pomegranates. He seemed to be a stunning snow demon who had been cultivating for thousands of years and turned into a human form. .

Gong Zheyan was amazed in front of his eyes, and he also had a meal on his hands. The hot medicinal soup was spilled out, and his index finger immediately became red and swollen.

This scene was naturally seen by Ye Junxi. When the young man was sitting in front of him holding the medicinal soup, he immediately took the young man's hand, put it to his lips, and spit out a mouthful of ice-like immortal energy lingering on his red and swollen index finger superior.

The young man's face was even more embarrassed, he was reluctant to withdraw his hand, scooped a spoonful of medicinal soup, blew it, and lifted it to his lips, and dragged his left hand under his chin a few inches, about He was afraid that the soup would spill out and drip onto the wound on his chest.

Ye Junxi was flattered by his meticulousness. He looked up at the young man with probing eyes, and the young man seemed to guess what he was thinking, and immediately said, "Since I saved you, I will take good care of you until you recover. If you want to thank you I might as well give you the jade badge on your waist."

——If you want the jade card back, Bi Fang can go back and continue to serve as South China.

Ye Junxi looked down at the white jade on his waist, it turned out to be the waist card that Hua Nan gave him to enter the enchantment.Does the young boy in front of him know that this thing can enter the barrier behind the Longyang Sword Sect, or does he not know?

Ye Junxi was a little skeptical, he shook his head, gestured with his hand, and said silently, "I'll give you the other ones, okay?"

The young man read his lips clearly, and answered fluently: "Okay, you can give me whatever you want. Drink the medicine quickly. This medicine must be drunk when it is warm to have the most effect."

Ye Junxi pursed his lower lip, secretly feeling that he might be too vigilant, this child might just like things like white jade.

The medicine is not very bitter. It stands to reason that this heart-repairing decoction should be sour and astringent, but when he drank it, he tasted a hint of sweetness in his mouth, like tender hands peeling lotus seeds. tasty.

He drank this medicine for three days in a row, six times a day. The young man either brought him soup and medicine, or cooked all kinds of sweet porridge for him.The boy's handicraft is very good, the thickness of the porridge is almost the same as Xie Yan's.However, he hasn't eaten much soup made by other people.

When feeding porridge and medicine, he always liked to stare into the boy's eyes.Those eyes are so beautiful, the eyelashes are thick and dense, and the pupils are like black boulders by the stream that have absorbed water, absorbing all the pain and insecurity in his body, and they are constantly saturated and moisturised between raising and lowering his eyes , emitting a star-like light.

The boy's ears and cheeks were red most of the time, and he wanted to remind him that the weather wasn't cold these days, and the boy's robe was too thick.Lying on the bed, I don't feel cold with only a thin coat that sees through my skin.He is tightly wrapped, is there no elders in the family?

He wanted to speak to the young man with his lips, but the young man pressed his index finger on his lips.

The young man said to him seriously: "Stop talking, if you have anything to say, write it on my palm, and I will understand it as well."

After speaking, he put the little sweet soup on the table beside him.

Ah, actually took it away?He still wants to eat two more bites...

Ye Junxi licked the corner of his lips, but it was a pity that the last grain of intoxicatingly sweet glutinous rice was also touched by the boy's index finger when he left.

He raised his hand and dragged the back of the boy's broad hand, and wrote on his palm: "Your name"

"My name is Bi Yan, brother can call me Yan'er."

Ye Junxi nodded, pointed to his silver-haired red eyes, and continued to write: "Aren't you afraid of saving a villain?"

Gong Zheyan pointed to the stacked clothes on the screen, and said: "I looked at my brother's clothes and knew that my brother is a sword cultivator of the Longyang Sword Sect. The Longyang Sword Sect in my impression is a fairy sect that is in trouble in all directions and supported by one side. More than 20 years ago, the head of the Longyang Sword Sect repelled the Demon Lord and the Demon King by himself. Ye Junxi, who rescued hundreds of practitioners in the Hundred Honey Realm a few months ago, was still the chief disciple of their sect. May I ask, with such a sect leader and senior brother leading by example, how could my brother become a villain among them?"

After hearing this, Ye Junxi sighed deeply. The righteous Longyang Sword Sect in the eyes of outsiders will one day be destroyed in Shen Xiangqing's hands.

What happened during Shen Xiangqing's retreat, why didn't they save the injured Junior Sister Yue?

Just as he was thinking, a terrifying scream suddenly sounded outside.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

He and the young man looked out the door at the same time, the young man seemed to think of something and ran out immediately.