The decent boss always wants to attack me

Bai Qing wanted a wheelchair, and Han Dongyun agreed to try to make one for him.

But when Han Dongyun sent the simplified version of the Muye wheelchair to the dormitory, his guardian Chu Xiuyi rejected it with a serious face: "Bai Qing doesn't need it."

No, he needs to.

Chu Xiu narrowed his eyes: "Or, the young master thinks I'm not taking care of you carefully enough?"

The young master shouted haha ​​and frantically wanted to escape from this topic: "Master, the weather seems to be pretty good today, why don't you push me out for a walk first? It just so happens that I still have some swordsmanship experience to share with you!"

Han Dongyun himself got into the wheelchair first, he swung back and forth a few times, the wooden wheel made a rumbling sound, and he rowed far away: "Chu Xiu, take good care of your senior brother, if he wants to go out, you can take him out Turn, the wheelchair is handed over to you!"

The sound faded away, and there was no one at the door, only a lonely wheelchair was left spinning on the marble floor.

The little ancestor's gaze stuck to him like glue.

Bai Qing was inexplicably guilty. He heard Chu Xiu striding towards him, then heard the sound of the bed being sunken, and finally heard the beating sound of his heart beating like a deer until its horns were broken.

Chu Xiu was abnormal.

Especially the way he looks at himself every time is completely different from before. All the well-behaved and gentle people in the past were thrown into the sea by him and fed to the fish. The naked exploration and thought-provoking are like thinking about how to make this dish more delicious.

And he was that dish.

Chu Xiu opened his mouth slowly, and the comment-like tone made the young master a little furious, as if stating what he had for breakfast today, he said, "You are shy."

"???"

The helix was pinched by someone, the movement was very light, the person said with a smile: "It's red."

I thank you, this is scary.

Chu Xiu still had a smile in his voice, which was a little different from the gloomy look he had stared at him a few days ago. He heard the little ancestor ask, "Want to go out?"

Nonsense, since he came back from the deserted island, he has been staying in the dormitory for almost a month, and he is regarded as a third-level disabled every day. When he eats, he opens his mouth and clothes, and the only thing he can see is the light ginger viburnum outside the window. , and this person in front of him.

It's not that Chu Xiu is bad, but that this person doesn't know how terrifying his eyes are. He either sits on a chair and stares at him all day long, or wakes up to see this person's face enlarged several times Lying on his side beside him, looking at him with his face propped up in one hand, until the end, even in a dream, he felt like someone was peeping in the dark.

The poor quality of sleep and inconvenient movement made the young master extremely uneasy.

Bai Qing's eyes drifted to the little white flower outside the window. He also looked at it for almost a month, and he even memorized the shape of each petal in his heart. Now a black bee is stopping on that tender white petal that is so oval that there is no trace of blemish. buzzing up.

A tiny voice squeezed out of his throat: "I want to."

His face was pinched, Chu Xiu grabbed him like something, forced him to look up, and fell into his deep amber pupils at a glance.

The temples in front of him were cut like a knife, and his facial features were as distinct as sculptures. The slightly curved back of his nose made his brows and eyes look more profound and handsome, and the lines of his pale crimson lips were still perfect and impeccable.

There was a blur in front of my eyes, that lip was already close to white, as if it would...

The young master's eyelids twitched a few times, and he remembered the kiss that he had voluntarily catered to that night.

He is abnormal.

Chu Xiu chuckled, and whispered in his ear, "What is the young master thinking? Why are you blushing?"

Bai Qing patted his hands away and lay back under the quilt, neither looking at him nor speaking.

The little ancestor's voice clearly reached his ears through the quilt: "You can tell me."

The young master asked depressedly under the quilt: "What are you telling me?"

"You can tell me whatever you want."

Without even thinking about it, Bai Qing said, "I want to go out."

"it is good."

He removed the quilt from his face and asked uncertainly, "Really?"

Is Chu Xiu so easy to talk to?

"kindness."

Chu Xiu helped him up, pressed his hands on his waist lightly, and asked indifferently, "Is there any pain?"

Bai Qing was a little puzzled, he should be concerned about his leg or left arm first, what to do when poking his waist, he muttered: "It doesn't hurt..."

kindness?

It was the first time that the young master was witty, he pretended to be in pain so much that he yelled a few times and curled his lips: "It's no wonder it doesn't hurt, come and try?"

His ferocious expression didn't last for a few seconds. As soon as he was vacated, he sat firmly on the wheelchair in the blink of an eye, with a soft cushion stuffed into his back.

Bai Qing let out a satisfied sigh, thinking that he probably thought too much.

The sun was shining brightly, and Bai Qing, who hadn't been baptized by the sun for a long time, felt that the musty smell on his body had dissipated. He leaned back, and someone fiddled with the hair at the back of his head a few times. It was very comfortable. He enjoyed it. squinted.

The season of spring is full of warmth, but it is not as warm as imagined. The young master is basking in the sun with his hands in his sleeves, like an old man in a nursing home.

Pushing the wheelchair with one hand, Chu Xiu didn't stop seeing the man's face full of satisfaction, partly because he wanted to see more of his expression, and the other part just wanted to touch his head.

The opportunity is rare, usually Bai Qing would not allow him to act recklessly like this.

Along the way, disciples greeted him proactively, calling him 'big brother' one after another. Bai Qing was exhausted, raised his head and said lazily, "Go to a quieter place."

Chu Xiu smiled, pushed his wheelchair and turned around.

At this turn, he almost collided with the disciple who was running in a hurry, Feng Zhu saw that it was Bai Qing, and saw him being pushed away, he was stuck in place for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.

The young master didn't have the time to want to know, before he could make a gesture, Chu Xiu had consciously pushed the wheelchair away.

There was a sound of running behind him, with strong strides, the disciple had stopped in front of Bai Qing, he stood against the light, his whole body was enveloped by the dark light and shadow, the dazzling sunlight behind him outlined his figure with a layer of pale gold Fluffy.

Even from such an angle, Bai Qing could still see the glint in his eyes.

"Eldest senior brother, I heard that you also abolished your spiritual roots when you were in the White Mansion. How did you restore your spiritual roots?"

As soon as these words came out, Chu Xiu also cast a questioning look at him.

Bai Qing choked.

Only then did he take a closer look at Fengzhu. The young man was carrying large and small medicine bags in his hand, his face was tired, Bai Qing tilted his head to look at the road he came from, and immediately understood the reason why he asked this sentence .

The young master coughed twice, put on the airs of a big brother, and then said slowly: "Feng Song's spirit root is not destroyed, he just..." He paused, looked at his fingertips in a daze, and continued: "It's just that I can't continue to practice. My method doesn't work for him."

"Brother!"

Bai Qing's scalp went numb when he shouted, and goosebumps fell down. It wasn't disgust, but the sincerity and sincerity in that person's tone that made him forget that this person was Fengzhu for a moment.

Feng Zhu thought he was hiding something private.

The young master sighed and said: "It is me who made him become such a person in the final analysis. Do you think if there is a way to save him, I will hide it?"

How can he say that his cultivation has never recovered from the beginning to the end.

Feng Zhu shook his head: "I believe that brother is a man, what I want to ask is if there is any way to transfer his cultivation to him?"

Since the spirit root can be crossed, so should the cultivation base, but this idea that Fengzhu suddenly proposed still surprised Bai Qing.

Does Fengzhu want to transfer his cultivation to Fengsong?

The man stood there, staring at Bai Qing, the hopeful light in his eyes almost blinded the young master's eyes, he moved his lips, and listened to the man talking to himself again.

"Senior Brother Feng Song has never blamed me, but why didn't he blame me? If it wasn't for me, how could he have become like this? People with good qualifications can't continue to practice, but people like me can walk better on the road to immortality. Far?"

"Brother...this is not fair, this is not fair to Senior Brother Feng Song..."

Bai Qing lowered his eyes, his nails clasped on the armrest, leaving a faint crescent mark on the polished new wood.

fair.

Where does fairness come from? Human life on a deserted island counts on every ounce, cannibalism devours each other, and blood is soaring. Is there justice for those who died? Is the innocent sacrifice of the disciples of the Hundred Souls Fair? As a half-demon, is it fair to Su Jiancheng who can't control himself as a half-demon?

The trip to the deserted island was also unfair to Feng Song and him.

But the difference is that he has long been used to it, he has nothing to lose, he has nothing for his spiritual root cultivation, but Feng Song originally had it, but because of his order, he was cut off.

"You say it's fair? If you didn't dare to tell senior brother about it, Feng Song would have become like this? How dare you ask for fairness in front of senior brother?"

The thin hemp rope wrapped around the medicine in Fengzhu's hand was tightly pulled together by him, and a slightly protruding muscle line appeared in the mandible due to too much clenching of the teeth. He did not refute, but lowered his head.

Chu Xiu sneered and continued to break the silence: "Your cultivation base is not as high as Feng Song's, Du Xiu base, don't you find it funny to say this?"

Feng Zhu blurted out: "I can practice, I will break through Nascent Soul!"

Chu Xiu didn't want to pay attention to him, and pushed the wheelchair past him by himself, only leaving a cold sentence: "I'll wait until you break through."

After walking a long way, he added another sentence: "It's okay, don't bother senior brother."

That's right, it's really annoying.

Bai Qingyan thought about it, and Chu Xiu took the initiative to pick the topic away, which really made him heave a sigh of relief, otherwise he would not know what he would say, and how he would explain the matter of spiritual root and cultivation base.

He put his hands back into his sleeves again, but his mood was not as relaxed as when he first came out: "Do you know the method of overcoming cultivation?"

Chu Xiu's tone was flat: "Master, you should ask Mrs. Cheng."

Bai Qing: "..."

The young master comforted Yi Fengzhu in a disguised form as a kindness, if it is said that cultivation bases in this world can be gifted back and forth like this, shouldn't there be corresponding shops that specialize in buying and selling spiritual root cultivation bases?

Obviously this is impossible, otherwise their Bai family would have gone to heaven long ago, so there would be no need to spend so much time sending the original owner to Qiwumen.

He remembered that it was recorded in the Bai family tree that there had been no cultivators for dozens of generations, but he didn't know where the so-called method of crossing the spiritual root in Cheng Boru's hands came from.