Dressed as the apex pet of a cold master

The temperature of Jing Fan's body was transmitted through several layers of thin clothes, and his chest was rising and falling, and he could feel his steady and powerful heartbeat.

The air in the house seemed to be solidified, it was freezing outside the door, a layer of wet frost formed on the window paper, and there was a sound of breaking wind, and the candle lamps in the house produced burnt popcorns, and the ambiguous air current flowed between the two of them. Float heats up.

Yun Shuhua's hand was placed on Jing Fan's leg, his five fingers were clenched tightly, and the soft cloth was put in his hand, his knuckles turned white.

At this moment, he couldn't even breathe lightly, the nerves in his mind were tense, and for some reason he was extremely excited.

If there is no accident, I must be flushed and nervous now, if I let the master see his embarrassment, I will lose face at home.

Could it be that he accidentally fell down, why is it so abnormal... Yun Shuhua wondered in his heart, and he couldn't even explain why.

He was thinking about what to do next, when suddenly he felt the master's arm slowly loosening his grip, and then a warm palm patted his back, as if comforting him.

"Xiaohua is so nervous, could it be that something is really being talked about."

Yun Shuhua coughed twice, carefully withdrew from Jing Fan's arms, staggered back a few steps, and explained: "Master misunderstood me, it just happened suddenly, and accidentally bumped into you... But I didn't mean it of."

"Of course you didn't do it on purpose," Jing Fan withdrew his hand, and followed his words unhurriedly, "Then why was Xiaohua so shy?"

The boy covered his face with his hands and retreated vividly, adding a bit of rare freshness to the desolate cold night.

Yun Shuhua lowered his head in frustration, as if he couldn't figure out why he had such a big reaction just now.

Perhaps it was because after hearing Fu Yu's nonsense today, all he could think about were the rumors spread by the villagers in Shuowang Town, and he couldn't get rid of them no matter how hard he tried, it was very annoying.

"I'm sorry," Yun Shuhua anxiously argued, fearing that Jing Fan might think he had some strange thoughts, "I don't have any thoughts about Master, I only have respect in my heart. If I offended you, I would like to apologize now. .”

His eyes, which were as bright as stars, were clear and translucent, without any impurities in them, full of sincerity.

Jing Fan sized him up with sharp eyes, and said lightly, "It's already been too abrupt, how does Xiao Hua plan to apologize?"

How to apologize...

"The apprentice can't think of it either," Yun Shuhua discussed, "Master, you say so."

Whether it is copying scriptures or sweeping the Jade Market Hall, he is willing to do it.

Jing Fan pondered for a while, and said, "Forget that you owe my teacher a punishment, let's expose it today."

Yun Shuhua breathed a sigh of relief, and felt relieved: "Then, Master, are you... angry?"

The man on the bed glanced at him with a half-smile, and said softly: "Xiaohua cares too much about other people's opinions, that's not a good thing. It's just an insignificant matter, why do you have to apologize to the teacher?"

"I'm always worried that my actions will cause trouble to Master. People in the town have already heard rumors..." Yun Shuhua said sadly, "I always seem to be like this. I apologize when I do something wrong, and I can never do it." If you do things perfectly, you won't be able to do things with ease like Master."

"No, Xiaohua is fine." Jing Fan looked at him intently, "You have done a good job after leaving Qingwu Mountain for training, so don't underestimate yourself."

"What you see is not what you see, it's all illusory. You are still young, so it is easy to be troubled by what you hear, hear, and feel. When you grow up, you will understand."

Yun Shu Huaxin said that my real age is over 20, but I am still treated as a child in this world, and my mind is far less mature than my peers, which is really inappropriate.

After thinking about it, everyone around him is full of human beings. Even if he lives for more than ten years, he may not be able to pass the test, and his heart is even heavier. He just nodded and said: "I would like to follow the teachings of the master, it is getting late, disciples don't care disturb your rest."

After finishing speaking, he left the dormitory to burn a pot of charcoal and came in, and after a while, he sat back on the small bed in the room with a quilt in his arms.

Through several layers of thin veils, he couldn't see Jing Fan's sleeping posture, but he could imagine that the master's sleeping posture must be very regular, unlike him who likes to roll around.

"See you tomorrow."

Yun Shuhua whispered goodnight to Jing Fan who was in the distance, and just as he finished speaking, he felt stupid again, so he lay down with his face in his hands.He always felt that his admiration for Jing Fan was too overflowing, which was mixed with many indescribable emotions. He might say that he liked it, but sometimes he cared about his opinion. This kind of wonderful feeling had never happened to Jiang Shuwan. Pass.

Presumably, since he traveled to this world, the first person he met was Jing Fan. After he escaped from Yuxiao Palace, it was Jing Fan who took him into Qingwu of the Eastern Region and gave him the seat of a closed disciple.

He is a hero recognized by all people in the background of this world view, so many people are willing to join the five realms of the lower realm to follow him, how can Yun Shuhua be exempt?

For the next two or three days, it snowed every night in Shuowang Town.

The tung tree beside the country road has already bloomed. Yun Shuhua often took care of Jing Fan to take a rest, and often went to the back mountain to collect the freshest flower branches and put them by the window. When the master woke up at night, he could see it at first sight The freshest and most beautiful flowers of the day.

The white and pink petals fall to the ground like snowflakes, which is really rare to be able to bloom in such a cold and freezing climate.

Jing Fan once picked two bunches of tung tree branches that were ready to bloom, and handed them to Yun Shuhua to instruct them to plant them in Xingzhu when they returned to Qingwu Mountain.

However, Qingwu Mountain is located in the north, and the tung tree blooms in the illusion. How can it survive in such a cold place when it is out of the moon?Yun Shuhua felt that it was impossible, but he still raised the two bunches of green branches obediently and poured some fresh nectar water every day.

On the third night, what should have been a dreamless sleep was broken by a gust of wind at dawn.

Yun Shuhua opened his eyes with a cold body, and the damp quilt was not warm at all, so he lifted the quilt vigorously and sat up.

The window paper on the side near Xiaosao was blown torn, and the snowflakes floated on the wooden sill, and melted into ice water to soak it, and slowly flowed down the wall.

He glanced out of the window, put his hand on his heart, and a heart-wrenching pain came as promised.

This is a reaction I have had since I entered the country. Every time I wake up in the morning, I have to endure the pain like a hundred insects gnawing at my heart. After a quarter of an hour, it returns to normal, and often my mana also recovers a little after this.

Yun Shuhua curled up on the bed, cold sweat broke out from the corner of his forehead, and wet the embroidered pillow along his chin.He lay on the bed with his eyes closed for a while, feeling the pain in his chest gradually dissipating, and then he got out of bed again.

He tiptoed out of the house. At this time, the sky was still gray, and the moon was hanging on the corner of the mountain in the distance. It should not be time for the sun to really rise.

After boiling a bowl of hot soup and medicine in the kitchen, Yun Shuhua avoided the wind and snow and returned to the house, thinking about whether to go up and call the master to get up and drink the medicine.

He gently opened the curtain, and whispered in his mouth: "Master, wake up—"

Jing Fan was awake.

To be precise, he had already sat up from the bed, with his palm covering the center of his chest, blood staining his five fingers, dripping down his wrist.Sweat-drenched hair stuck to the side cheeks, eyebrows were furrowed, thin lips were slightly pursed, and his face was pale.

"Master!" Yun Shuhua opened his eyes wide and panicked when he saw his restrained expression, "Chest, chest wound..."

Jing Fan's throat was burning, and he immediately spit out a mouthful of blood, closed his eyes and collapsed precariously.

At that moment, Yun Shuhua quickly stepped forward to take him over, helped him to sit on the edge of the bed, unbuttoned his shirt with both hands, and immediately fell back on the ground in disbelief.

I saw Jingfan's chest was bloody and bloody scratched by something, with more than a dozen deep bone-deep wounds vertically and horizontally on it, and the blood flowed continuously, soaking the snow-white clothes into blood red.

That can no longer be called a human chest, even Yun Shuhua had never disemboweled the prey to take out the internal organs while hunting.

This was the first time in his life that he saw such a tearing and cruel wound, and he felt his scalp go numb right now.Yun Shuhua opened his eyes in shock, and grabbed the blanket on the ground with trembling fingertips.

Biansheng Jingfan lay there motionless, quietly and lightly asleep as if he could not feel the pain.

Yun Shuhua lay on the side of the bed, pouring his mana to heal the wound, and muttered in his mouth: "Master, can you still hear the disciple talking?"

Jing Fan had already fallen asleep, and only from the frowning of his eyebrows could it be seen that he should be enduring great suffering at this time.

What is it for, why do you insist on staying until this moment in the moonshine, is it really worth it?

Yun Shuhua wanted to ask but couldn't. He knew that the man in front of him would not answer. Thousands of thoughts were densely woven into an impenetrable net, encircling him head-on, and only one thought remained in his heart.

Master said earlier that no matter what happens, there is no danger of life. Is this sentence true?Did Master lie to him?

He is not the one who created the synodic illusion by himself, why did he so firmly let himself not worry that day in the rainy night?

If a person is poked into what he is now, how can he survive.

Yun Shuhua held Jing Fan's wrist with one hand, and continuously poured in his remaining mana.Jing Fan's body was cold at the moment, his fingers were stiff, and he had already lost consciousness, no matter how hard he covered him, he couldn't get hot.

After a while, he let go of the man's hand, and there seemed to be another worm in his heart gnawing at random, and the rest of his mana could not be used.

In desperation, Yun Shuhua supported Xiao Muji to stand up, took a few steps back and rushed out the door, ran out of the dilapidated small courtyard in the heavy snow, and rushed towards the hospital.

I bumped into many passers-by along the way, they frowned and shouted loudly, denouncing Yun Shuhua's reckless and rude behavior.

Yun Shuhua didn't have time to apologize, and walked into the hospital against the cold wind, rushed to the shopkeeper and panted, "Shopkeeper, you have life-saving medicine here, please, I am willing to exchange it with you."

He handed over all the valuable items on his body, pleading all over his face, almost kneeling on the ground.

"Why is it you again, didn't you just come here a few days ago?" Seeing this, the woman shook off Yun Shuhua's hand, "I gave you the medicine too, what else do you want?"

"My master is seriously injured now, and those soups to treat trauma are no longer effective, please prescribe another medicine for me, and I am willing to give you all my belongings." Yun Shuhua looked closely at the woman's expression, His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice trembled slightly.

"Unlucky." The woman looked at the things Yun Shuhua took out, then turned around and went to the medicine cabinet to weigh a very small amount of medicine residue.

"Go home and mash it up, boil it for an hour and feed it. If it doesn't get better in the evening, you can just drag it to the back mountain and bury it tomorrow."

"No, there won't be that day," Yun Shuhua said gratefully, "Thank you, thank you store."

After getting the medicine package, he went back to the small courtyard without a break, boiled the medicine and fed it to Jing Fan.

Unexpectedly, Jing Fan had reached the point where the medicine stone could not be solved, and the medicine juice fed in was vomited out again, showing a pale and pale face.

Yun Shuhua naturally saw what this meant. He threw the medicine bowl on the ground, held Jing Fan's forearm with both hands, and sensed his pulse, but to no avail.

He stood by the bed, trying to warm Jingfan's body with his hands, and kept calling him: "Master, if you wake up, let's go back to Xingzhu, no matter what you are waiting for, we will Don't stay any longer... I don't want to practice, I just want to go back to the mountain to learn Taoism every day."

Jing Fan couldn't hear his words, and his eyes were still closed.

At dusk, Yun Shuhua's eyes were scarlet, and he stayed by Jingfan's bed every step of the way.Those wounds did not continue to bleed, but there was no sign of improvement. If this is really the situation Jing Fan experienced before, it is not due to being in purgatory.

"By the way, there is also customer service, customer service!"

Yun Shuhua suddenly thought that he still had four chances to read the file, and a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart, and quickly called out: "Brother customer service, are you there?"

The mechanical beep gave him the answer.

[I'm here, is there anything I can do for you? 】

"Read the file for me," Yun Shuhua said firmly, "I want to go back to the day when Jing Fan first entered the illusion."

【Sorry, you don't have this permission. 】

Yun Shuhua quickly retorted: "Why... don't I have the right to go back to the past?"

[The rule of loading files is to travel back to the timeline of the plot you have developed so far, but Jing Fan's timeline does not belong to you, and you cannot travel to the timeline of other characters. 】

"Okay, then read to me the night we met in the illusion," Yun Shuhua said with a frown, "just a few days ago."

[Sorry, you can't modify the file reading record repeatedly at the same place, this will affect the effect of your last file reading, and the data will easily become disordered. At that time, Jiang Shuwan may go out of bounds and fail. This is the worst result. 】

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work either," Yun Shuhua closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, "Then what do you think I should do?"

[...The system detected that Jing Fan's condition is very unstable. I don't recommend you to change his condition by reading files. The most urgent thing is to heal his injuries first. 】

What a pointless conversation.

Yun Shuhua said goodbye to the customer service, looked at Jing Fan quietly for a while, and made a decision in his heart.

He lifted Jing Fan from the bed, put it on his shoulders, and read out a magic formula, and made a horizontal bow.

In the case of insufficient mana, he cannot guarantee that the weapon in his hand can last for a long time. It would be great if he could be healed effectively tonight.

Yun Shuhua held Jing Fan's back with his left hand, making him lean on his body, and said in a low voice, "Master, don't worry, you will be fine."

He took out his coat and draped it over Jing Fan's body to cover his wound, and swung a crossbow with his right hand to hit the door hard, and the two wooden doors swung open.

In the boundless and snowy night, he knocked on the door of that hospital again.

This time, it was not the woman who came out to meet the guests, but a bearded man eight feet long. He cursed and took off the latch, and said, "It's really not worrying in the middle of the night. Come to someone else's door to deal with this mess." worry!"

The door opened, and a young man gritted his teeth and propped up his crossbow, carrying a seriously injured and unconscious man standing at the door. The man was covered in blood, and several terrifying blood holes on his chest were quite obvious. trembling.

The bloody light was an ominous sign, the big man gave the boy a hard look, and immediately made a gesture to close the door.

"This big brother! The doctor is kind, please, please save my master!"

Yun Shuhua recognized at a glance that the man in front of him was the man who taunted him and Jing Fan for being "Deng Sheng" a few days ago, but at this moment, saving people is the most important thing, so there is no need to care about these.

"We can't look at this disease, he is hopeless, you go to the east of the street and buy him a coffin as soon as possible." The big man smiled maliciously, and firmly guarded the door to prevent Yun Shuhua from entering.

"No, Master is strong and strong, but his mana is temporarily lost. If you want to save him, you will be able to save him. Please save him," Yun Shuhua stepped forward to hold the door to prevent it from closing, with a tone of voice There was a hint of crying in his voice, "Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, please show kindness..."

"I told you, it can't be saved." The big man seemed to have some fun, and said word by word, "We are a medical center here, not a funeral home. Please go back."

After finishing speaking, Yun Shuhua asked back with red eyes: "Since you are a person who hangs the pot to help the world, why don't you save yourself and watch the patients suffer?"

"If I don't want to be rescued, then I won't. Besides, the two of you are immoral, have done such nasty things, and want to enter my clinic, are you worthy?"

The big bearded man didn't want to talk to him anymore, he raised his hand and closed the door fiercely.

But the door was not closed.

A icy sword's edge touched the brow of the big man, and fine drops of blood oozed out.

In the snowy night, the man in white shirt who was seriously injured and comatose stood up at some point, black hair like black clouds flew in the wind, blood dripped on his pale face, his thin lips were stained with the color of fresh blood, his star eyes were like quenched In the cold pool of winter night, under the moonlight, like Shura from hell.

"You...are you still alive?" The big man looked at the man in horror, "What do you want, what do you want?"

Wenyue Sword pierced the big man's forehead with a strong sword energy, and the strong wind was about to tear his body in two.

"Say what you said just now."

Jing Fan's cold eyes seemed to be looking at a dead person.

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