Dressed as the apex pet of a cold master

There is a saying in the Buddha's words: karma comes and goes, karma gathers and disperses, karma arises, karma perishes, and everything comes into existence because of karma.

After Jing Fan Yuchuang fell into a coma for several hours, when he woke up, there was darkness in front of his eyes, and it was already late at night.

He tried to raise his arm, although there was a sharp pain from the muscles connecting his chest, it was slightly better than before.

Rubbing palms, it was a warm and soft touch... He actually fell asleep on the bed.

not dead?

Jing Fan supported the bed beside him and slightly turned his head. Not far away, a faint light was flickering and licking the tears of candles. He stared at it for a while, and finally he seemed to have truly returned to reality.

Then the five senses gradually recovered, and he heard even and shallow breathing from the pillow.

Jing Fan lifted the quilt covering his body, and found that the wound on his chest had been treated, and he felt refreshed, and he even put on new moon-white clothes.

Beside the bed, a young man was taking a nap. From this angle, all he could see was that his frowning eyebrows had never been relaxed.

Who is this person, and why did he take him away? Could it be that there is something worth taking away from him?

Thinking to no avail, Jing Fan suddenly wanted to escape.In all fairness, since he was conscious of it, he has been very resistant to interacting with people. He has suffered countless stares when he was young, and he was almost killed by someone today... He is extremely disgusted with others.

Thinking of this, Jing Fan jumped directly under the bed.

The cumbersome clothes caught his feet, and it was also his fault that he had never worn such thick and warm long clothes. He didn't notice it right now, and fell directly against the edge of the bed.

This movement was not small, and it directly woke up the man in white who was sleeping lightly beside the bed.

"...you are still injured, why did you get out of bed?"

He quickly helped Jing Fan up from the ground, pulled him to sit on the collapsed seat, his long pale fingers grabbed his collar, and was about to pull him down.

Jing Fan raised his hand weakly to touch his arm, and looked at him expressionlessly.

The young man was stabbed by his conflicting eyes, and said: "I just want to help you look at the wound, there is no malice."

Immediately, he quickly withdrew his hand as if he had touched something hot, coughed twice, and said, "Then I'll go get you something to eat first."

Jing Fan watched him step out of the door in a hurry, and soon came in with a desk, on which there was a pot of hot porridge and a few dishes of side dishes.

This man cooked for him, boiled hot water, even bought the wound medicine, and gave him meticulous instructions.

Although there was nothing touched in his heart, Jing Fan felt a little indescribably stable in his heart when he saw how busy he was.

This young man in white looks a few years older than him, but he is much taller than him, and his behavior is quite calm.

After everything was explained clearly, the young man pushed open the door and said in a deep voice, "I have already booked this small courtyard. You are recuperating here in the past few days. The money is on the table. If you don't Knowing how to use the kitchen, I went to a nearby restaurant to eat."

"After a while, someone will come looking for you. Don't be afraid, they won't hurt you."

After finishing speaking, the young man waved his hand to Jing Fan: "I'm leaving, see you again in this lifetime."

Jing Fan watched him turn around and throw himself into the snowy night outside the house, his heart suddenly shrank for no reason, and then he couldn't stop feeling uncomfortable.

He followed quickly, staggered a few steps, bent down to grab the man's sleeve, but he couldn't catch it no matter what.

Stepping on the thick snow, the young man walked to the center of the courtyard, looked back, and quickly ran up to embrace him: "You are still seriously injured, don't catch cold, go into the house quickly."

"you……"

Jing Fan uttered the first syllable hoarsely.

"You, are you, my relative?"

He raised his eyes and bumped into the man's eyes, asking each word word by word, with a little expectation.

If it wasn't for the fetters of blood, why would he help him?Jing Fan really couldn't figure out that there were other possibilities.

The young man was stunned for a while, then hugged him in his arms, gently stroked his back, and sighed again.

"Of course I am your relative, the person closest to you in this world."

Jing Fan blinked, as if he still couldn't believe what he said.

"Then," he said painfully, "then, why do you want to leave?"

"Because... I have to rush back to save people, he needs me very much."

The young man took out a piece of jade from his front, bent down and put it in the young man's hand: "I almost forgot to give you this gift, I bought a pair of these jade, one for you and one for me, when you are bored Take it out to play, how about it?"

He squatted down with a smile, and stretched Jing Fan's hand forward: "I will teach you the simplest formula."

"The stars are powerful, the profit and loss are shining, the environment is born from the heart, and the Milky Way is now."

After finishing his speech, he suddenly saw a corner of the sky full of Dharma light. Jing Fan looked along the light source, and his sight was hidden in a gorgeous and gorgeous Milky Way.

"I liked looking at the stars when I was young, but in the past few months due to various mundane things, I haven't looked up for a long time," the young man said sadly, "I have marked every star in the jade, waiting for you to practice. After a little longer, you will be able to see the whole picture of this galaxy belt."

"Look at the two sides of the Milky Way, are there two brightest stars, one is called Cowherd and the other is Weaver Girl..."

He talked to Jing Fan for a long time, until the night was thick and the sky was clear, and he said goodbye to him again for the last time.

"I really have to leave this time, and I can't delay any longer."

Jing Fan watched him straighten his back, his tone was low, and there seemed to be crystal clear tears in his eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a touch in his heart.

"Wait……"

He really wanted to ask a question, but before he could finish his sentence, he disappeared into the boundless snow with the wind, and he could only watch the figure as white as the moonlight merge with the sky and the earth.

The man said goodbye by fate, but no matter where Jing Fan went or what he did, he couldn't see him again.

Presumably, the two of them had some undeniable fate, but this fate did not have any good results, and it would be broken as soon as it was said, and even if they searched the lower realms, they could not find any traces.

All kinds of wonderful causes and wonderful fruits in the world are originally caused by people's six desires. Since Jing Fan took the position of the Lord of the Eastern Region, his obsession with finding people has dissipated a lot. Part of the responsibility lies.

Over time, even the most important sound, shape and appearance faded in Jingfan's memory, and they were deposited in a certain corner and were not revealed.

On Qingwu Mountain, the lotus flower in Xingzhu Jinghu has bloomed and thanked for several cycles. That person has never entered Jingfan’s dream in a certain night. Piaoying, one can't help but wonder whether his memory has eroded with age and gone wrong.

That night, Yun Shuhua had a strange dream.

A small boat swayed and swayed in the long flowing river, and swung downstream along the winding river.

Yun Shuhua couldn't see his body, but he could feel his soul sitting on the boat, gently swaying with the river water.

He deliberately looked into the river, and saw a few beautiful stars in the sparkling water, some of which could still be named.

Yun Shuhua looked at it for a while, and was about to speak, but suddenly realized that he had no entity and could not make a sound.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar voice sounded below the surface of the water.

"Gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, plus Uranus and Neptune, do you recognize it? As for what a centaur is... I need to explain it to you in the future."

If you listen carefully, the voice is getting closer and closer, as if whispering softly in your ear.

"They can't see each other on weekdays, and they are very lonely, but it is their duty to shine, and they can't leave their posts just because they want to meet."

This sentence was quite childlike, and Yun Shuhua couldn't help being curious after hearing it, so he followed the voice from where it came from.

Under the surging ripples, a handsome young man was smiling at him.

As soon as he saw his appearance, Yun Shuhua was terrified, and his thoughts froze for a while.

This, isn't this himself? !

It can be said that he is not completely the same, the young man's words and deeds are somewhat different from his, and there is an uncontrollable exhaustion hidden in his brows and eyes.

... Who is the boy in the water?

While thinking about it, the small boat had already drifted further away. Yun Shuhua calmed down a little, and a Jiangxin Continent loomed in front of him.

The Jiangxin Continent was not that big, and on it was a linden tree with twisted roots, a simple and huge tree, and a man in a blue shirt was sitting under the tree, holding a folding fan in his hand, and meditating with his eyes closed.

Yun Shuhua wanted to ask, but the man in the blue shirt opened his eyes first, and a pair of ice blue eyes met him.

"you're awake."

That line of sight seemed to be looking at him, or looking through him at someone nearby. Yun Shuhua looked back, only to see a vast expanse of whiteness, all hidden in thick clouds.

"Isn't there a common saying in your world that...paying debts for money, killing people for life, these are all just and right, am I right?"

The man looked at him quietly.

Yun Shuhua couldn't answer, so he could only listen to him continue talking.

"I know you can't speak now, but I think you should also agree. If you change something, you have to pay for it."

"Sometimes I can't understand the decisions you make, but I really want to ask you, is it worth it?"

The man in the blue shirt seemed to be talking to himself. He didn't seem to care whether Yun Shuhua could understand or not, he just stared at him and said ambiguous words.

"I forgot. I thought you could still talk with me."

He sighed quietly, opening and closing the folding fan in his hand: "You are the most important piece in this chess game, I hope you can play it better this time."

"Today is not the best time for you and me to talk. When the dust settles, you and I will come here to discuss it again."

Yun Shuhua was confused when he heard it, and was trying to find a way to ask what happened, but he saw the man shaking his folding fan, and the small boat went down the rapids and rushed into the waterfall.

"Wait—"

With a cry of surprise, he leaned against the edge of the bed and sat up.

The four seasons are silent, the moon is shining brightly, and the house is dark.

Yun Shuhua clutched his heart and gasped for a while, and his consciousness came back. He remembered that he was in the inn in Yucheng. After setting off the sky lantern with Master tonight, he was in a bad mood, so he came back early to rest.

Going back to the dream I had, I forgot it completely.

In a daze, the crisp sound of jade hitting woke him up.

Yun Shuhua looked over, and saw that the cluster of wind chimes and jade pendants had broken one, as if trying to tempt him to pick it up.

He put the jade pendant close to his ear, and heard Jiang Shuwan's faint voice.

"Shuhua...help me!"

The author has something to say: Thanks to the reader for the nutrient solution irrigated by the cute little "Shu Xing"! -3-