The actor's petite little crying bag is fried again

Fu Xiuzhu twisted the doorknob, and the door opened in response to the sound. He walked in quickly, the curtains were pulled tight, and the room was a little dark and he couldn't see clearly. He subconsciously wanted to turn on the light, but when he touched the switch, He paused again.

His eyes swept to the big bed in the middle.

Suddenly, the bed was empty.

"Teacher Xi?" The soft and waxy voice was faintly anxious.

no respond.

This made his uneasiness even stronger, "Teacher Xi?"

"I'm here……"

The man's voice was extremely weak.

Fu Xiuzhu followed the sound and walked a few steps in, his eyes suddenly stopped.

In the corner against the wall, the man hugged his knees and curled up there like a child. His face was as pale as paper, the black hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat, and his deep light-colored eyes were gone. Li Feng's sharp light faintly reveals a bit of helplessness and unbearable pain.

Through the loose white bathrobe, one can faintly see the green light in the heart, flickering one after another.

At this moment, Fu Xiuzhu felt as if his heart was suddenly clenched tightly, his breath was suffocated, and the pain began to spread from the heart to every cell in the body.

In his memory, the master has always been dressed in white, full of vigor and awe-inspiring spirit, when has he ever been so helpless and curled up in a corner like a big child?

He rushed forward with big strides, but he half-kneeled in front of the man gently. He wanted to reach out to touch the man, but he was afraid that he would startle him, so he stopped halfway, looking a little helpless and uneasy.

At this time, Xi Huaizhen suddenly grabbed his outstretched hand, her lips trembled, and it took a long time for her voice to escape from her throat: "Are... are you okay?"

Fu Xiuzhu was stunned, and later realized that the other party was asking about his drunkenness, his eyes suddenly became hot, obviously he was so weak, but he was still thinking about him...

The mist quickly gathered in his eyes, but instead of letting the tears flow out like before, he bit his lip and shook his head vigorously, "I'm fine, how are you?"

After Xi Huaizhen held his hand, his complexion gradually improved, but he was still very weak. He slightly pulled the corner of his mouth, and said in a deep and hoarse voice, "I'm used to it."

He is indeed used to it. Every time he had an attack in the past, he endured it silently by himself. As long as he survived this day, the rain will pass, because although the imprint attack will make people feel unbearable, it will not kill him. life.

All the pain since 900 years has been summed up by him in three simple words. Fu Xiuzhu can't imagine, if every attack is like what he saw when he entered the door just now, how much pain would it be?

The tears in his eyes gathered more and more. He looked at the man's still pale face with tears in his eyes. He couldn't help reaching out and gently touched the bamboo leaf mark on the man's heart. His voice trembled slightly: "It hurts...does it hurt?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, he muttered to himself again: "It hurts, it must hurt."

As if being comforted by the warmth of the young man's fingertips, the last trace of burning sensation in his heart completely disappeared, as if he had finally healed from a long illness, Xi Huaizhen felt that the strength of his body was gradually returning.

He looked at the boy's eyes filled with thick mist, and his heart couldn't stop trembling.

To be honest, from the very beginning, he felt the teenager's extreme dependence and trust in him.

There is no doubt that the boy likes him.

It's just that he can't understand, because in his opinion, they are just strangers meeting for the first time.

Later, he knew that the other party was his predestined relationship, and he had a close relationship with his previous life. Inexplicably, he didn't think too much about it, and silently accepted this fact in his heart, and then did some actions that he had never done before.

For example, to tie hair for each other...

Even so, he still doesn't know what liking and love are.

At this moment, seeing the distressed expression on the young boy's delicate face, and the tears that he obviously wanted to cry but was holding back because he was afraid of shocking him, he suddenly seemed to understand a little bit.

So, love...is it distressing?

In the room, the two stared at each other silently, and the atmosphere seemed to have quietly changed at a certain moment.

"Om..."

At this time, the imprints of the god of death on the backs of the two people's hands suddenly appeared black, and then, a voice full of fear came out tremblingly:

"Help... help... is there anyone here? There are many evil spirits in the barren hills in the southern area, please help! Please support... ah!"

Before the words were finished, there was a shrill scream, which seemed extremely creepy in this quiet room.

After all, Fu Xiuzhu has only been a god of death for a few days, and he knows very little about the mark of the god of death. At this time, he suddenly heard such a terrifying voice coming from the mark, and he would inevitably be startled. He quickly withdrew his hand that touched the mark on the man's heart, a little shocked : "What... what?"

Xi Huaizhen's complexion was much better at this time, he stood up holding his hand, clicked on the mark of the god of death, and directly put on the black robe of the god of death, "This is the highest emergency message for help. Once the message is sent, all the gods of death within a hundred miles will accept it. Yes, but because each god of death only has three help-request permissions in his life, generally, unless he encounters a very urgent matter, he will not use it at will."

Seeing him change into the black robe, Fu Xiuzhu's eyes widened slightly: "Then judging from the screams I heard earlier, isn't the person asking for help already in danger?"

He wrinkled his face, tugged at Xi Huaizhen's sleeve, and the tears that he had been holding back before slipped silently, "Master, you can't go!"

Xi Huaizhen paused, watching the tears slowly fall from the boy's eye sockets to his chin, his light-colored eyes trembled slightly.

He pursed his lips, "I'm fine."

In fact, Fu Xiuzhu didn't quite understand the regularity of the onset of his mark, he only vaguely guessed that he seemed to be able to appease it so that it wouldn't continue to hurt the man.

only……

"No," he said urgently, "Isn't today NO.15? Doesn't NO.15 your imprint attack last all day? Besides, your physical strength and mana have not recovered yet. If you go there, there will be a lot of trouble." It's dangerous."

Xi Huaizhen was silent, then suddenly raised his hand to hold the other person, and looked at him deeply with light-colored eyes: "With you here, I'm fine."

Fu Xiuzhu's heart trembled, and his whole body became a little dazed.

With you here, I'm fine.

Such a short sentence, but inexplicably captivating.

His cheeks crept into a blush, and his heart couldn't stop beating wildly, it was too foul, too foul!How could the master look at him with such eyes and say such words at such a time?

Xi Huaizhen took a step closer to him, and his deep voice gently plucked at his heartstrings like a feather, "You will protect me, right?"

The faint scent of sandalwood hit his nose, Fu Xiuzhu looked at him blankly, and after a while, nodded blankly.

The corner of Xi Huaizhen's mouth hooked slightly, "That's good."

Fu Xiuzhu: "..."

Is it his illusion?Why did he feel that the master was... flirting with him just now?

His face suddenly turned red, and he couldn't stop the embarrassment that surged up, making him unable to even speak: "Then...then you must...you must hold me tightly, and you must...you must not let me go."

There was a faint smile in the man's eyes, "Okay."

He looked at him, word by word: "I will hold you tightly, and I will never let you go."

Fu Xiuzhu: "..."

...he's gone.