The villain master dressed as a sick and charming male protagonist

In the end, Yan Cangming still went to find the boss.

He really wants that thing too, but he doesn't plan to use it for the time being, Zhong Zishu should take a good rest.

It's still a mortal body, and it won't be able to bear it.

So, Yan Cangming asked the boss to boil the bath water, and went to the back kitchen himself.

After many years, he finally cooks again.

Over the years, he has traveled abroad, and he has also been to Jiangnan, seen the beautiful mountains and rivers in the south of the Yangtze River, and drank the stomach-warming porridge in the south of the Yangtze River.

Therefore, he cooked millet porridge and chicken soup with his own hands.

He took it and went back to the room.

The boss also brought hot water up.

When Yan Cangming approached the bed, the man had already fallen into a deep sleep, his black hair was wet and sticky on his face, he looked extremely tired.

Yan Cangming's heart ached so badly, he carefully carried him into his arms, took him to bathe and put on medicine.

He knew that if he was not too tired, Master would definitely not just fall asleep like this.

Just as he was about to put him down, Zhong Zishu stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his neck, and murmured, "Ayan, I don't want to sleep alone."

Yan Cangming sighed, coaxing: "Sleep after eating, huh?"

Zhong Zishu shook his head: "I don't want to eat, you support me with magic."

Yan Cangming didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he turned him upside down, hugged him firmly, and sat at the table, the smell of rice mixed with the smell of chicken soup came over his face.

Zhong Zishu finally opened his eyes, but unfortunately those beautiful eyes were bloodshot at the moment, and he looked exhausted.

Yan Cangming didn't intend to let him go, but just served the porridge: "I'll feed you, okay?"

Zhong Zishu nodded, and obediently ate his porridge.

Xu was frightened by his near-death state, Zhong Zishu was not willing to get off Yan Cangming's body for a moment.

Yan Cangming is also willing to pamper him, if possible, he will spend his whole life on himself, Yan Cangming doesn't mind either.

Zhong Zishu's soul is incomplete, and after staying for a few days, he will use the soul lamp to merge the two souls together.

Although there is a body, the master will still sleep deeply.

He can't delay, he will set off soon to find the next soul.

It can be said that the time they spent together was really too short.

The two drank all the porridge and chicken soup.

"Master, can you take a break?" Yan Cangming asked in a low voice.

Zhong Zishu put his arms around his waist and shook his head: "It's been hard for you all these years."

Yan Cangming smiled, and rubbed his head pityingly: "It's not bitter. With Master around, it's not bitter at all."

it is more than words.

Yan Cangming never asked why Zhong Zishu turned back at the last moment, all he knew was that he definitely owed Jiang Yan a favor.

In the future, if there is a chance.

He will definitely thank you in person.

Thank her for generously sending the person he loves back to him and saving his life.

"Ayan, I miss An An so much. An An should be a big girl now, right? There is also Senior Sister Bai Nuo, Emperor Jue Xianzong, and now she is the only one left. There is also Senior Brother..."

Zhong Zishu said, choking up a little: "I was in the underworld, and I looked for him."

"But the fate book says: Refuse to return."

refuse to return...

Yan Cangming was also shocked, which meant that Ji Ruxue could be reincarnated, but he didn't want to.

Where should his soul go?

Yan Cangming hugged Zhong Zishu tightly: "When we are settled down, we will go to the underworld together, maybe there will be a turning point?"

At this time, the Palace of the King of Hades.

Yan Wang jumped up from the bed again: "Who? Who the hell is coming back again? It's not over, right?"

Black and white impermanence: "My lord, have you rested enough? It's time for us to find a soul, three months... three months soon..."

"Bang—" he shattered the table with his palm, and Yan Wang rushed out with a livid face.

Annoy him!Annoy him!

From now on, he would curse the father and son day after day, to live the same life as the sky, never to come to the underworld, even if his soul was scattered, he would not want to see them come!

Scolding is scolding, the spirit is still to be found.

Soon, Hades set off again with ghosts.

And Yan Cangming finally coaxed Zhong Zishu to sleep.

His heart is very peaceful at the moment.

It's just that Zishu's eyes are full of tears every time he sees this silver-haired head, and he feels distressed when he sees it.

"Ayan—" murmured.

Yan Cangming looked sideways, and Zhong Zishu climbed onto his chest with both hands and feet together, his voice was soft and sticky, with a bit of tiredness: "Ayan, the road you have traveled, the mountains and rivers you have seen, as a teacher in the future... ...every time..."

Yan Cang smiled: "Okay..."

Zhong Zishu was so sleepy, but he still arched his neck like a cat: "It's my Ayan, I like it..."

"The disciple also likes the master very much."

"Go to sleep, Ayan is always here."

He muttered again: "Ayan, it's okay when I wake up as a teacher..."

Yan Cangming: "What can I do?"

Zhong Zishu was a little embarrassed, but he still said, "You can continue."

Leaning close to Yan Cangming's ear, Zishu whispered, "Actually... I like it very much, whether it was before or now, I like that feeling, I like it very much."

Yan Cangming was taken aback for a moment, then laughed muffled for a long time.

Zhong Zishu muttered a few words: "I really like it, I have never disliked it, Ayan has to trust me."

Yan Cangming wanted to laugh, so he really did. Why did his master tell him this kind of thing so solemnly?

"Ayan—" the man groaned again, Yan Cangming rubbed Zishu's head, then kissed Zishu twice before hugging him tightly: "Well, I know."

You have always been honest.

Zhong Zishu finally fell asleep with a smile on his lips. He believed that his dream tonight must be very sweet.

Dawn of the next day...

When Zhong Zishu woke up, his side was empty, and it was cool to the touch.

My heart tightened, I didn't even have time to put on my shoes, so I hurried downstairs.

When the boss saw it, he ran over nervously: "Oh, Xianzun, why don't you wear shoes? You ran down without your coat, go back, it rained all night last night, and it's chilly this morning Yeah, don't get sick..."

The boss babbled on for a while, but Zhong Zishu didn't listen. He interrupted anxiously: "What about others?"

The boss reacted immediately: "Shenjun Cangming is cooking noodles for you in the kitchen..."

As soon as the boss finished speaking, Zhong Zishu ran away.

The boss was taken aback for a moment, and then burst into tears: "Finally, it's not easy, it's really not easy!"

Running all the way, Zhong Zishu finally reached the kitchen.

His memory is always getting clearer.

He remembers it here.

Lifting his feet and walking in, the man was wearing an apron solemnly and kneading his face. His silver hair was tied up with a silver hairpin, which looked very good.

"Ayan—" With red eyes, he called out softly.

The man's expression softened in an instant, he turned around, first smiled, then frowned when he saw that he was not wearing shoes, and then walked over quickly.

"How old is Master? Don't you know how to wear shoes and clothes when you go out? Do you want to be beaten?"