refuse to be a teacher

Xue Lan was really terrified, and Yan Jue took advantage of the chaos to directly take his life.But on the other hand, I was afraid that if the blood circulation was not handled properly, it would hurt Yan Jue's delicate skin.Therefore, when he lowered his head to deal with the wound afterwards, it was inevitable that he would be sloppy and absent-minded—with a pair of sound and complete hands, let him gouging out the skin and cutting the flesh so unconsciously, Yan Jue couldn't bear to stand on the sidelines, and just settled in place After a few moments, he turned and went back to the house to get a clean muslin and water.

It's just that Xue Lan wouldn't let him touch this bastard boy because he was beaten to death. He guarded against people like thieves.Yan Jue had no choice but to stretch out his arms, passing the muslin cloth and clear water one by one from a distance, shaking it left and right, Xue Lan turned around strangely because of this, and reluctantly took the things in his hands, but tossed and clumsily. It seems that I don't know how to use it.

In the end, Yan Jue couldn't stand it any longer, and was just about to go to work when Xue Lan heard the movement, and started to move back vigilantly again. Yan Jue probably knew what he was thinking, so he grabbed Qingshui and held it in his hand Li, stepped forward to gently hold his wrist, and said inadvertently: "...I didn't say I wanted your blood, let alone your life. I really wanted to do it. I did it long ago, and I even taught you how to read and practice calligraphy." What? Am I sick?"

Xue Lan froze because of being touched by him, as if she really wanted to withdraw her hand into her sleeve, but she hesitated for a long time with lowered eyes, and finally just swallowed quietly, and reminded her in a low voice. He said: "You can't handle it well, I'm afraid I'll hurt you..."

Yan Jue was stunned when he heard the words, but soon relieved, he lowered his head and hurriedly washed his wound with clean water, and said: "I can't do it well? You can't do it well! The wound and the flesh need to be cleaned and bandaged. You have lived so many years in vain, don’t you even understand this bit of common sense?”

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome at all... I used to be like this." Xue Lanyin murmured, "Our people have a special constitution... The ability to heal wounds and regenerate blood is several times that of ordinary people. You deal with the rotten skin and rotten flesh Clean it, leave it overnight, it will be fine on its own, why do you need to wash it and wrap it?"

Yan Jue really choked on his words, his palm was still silently pressed against his elbow, but the movement of cleaning up couldn't help but stop.Seeing the situation, Xue Lan moved her arm back a little bit in embarrassment, but Yan Jue hadn't received half of it yet, and asked Yan Jue to forcefully tighten it, and shouted angrily, "Why are you running?"

Xue Lanyin said: "I said no need..."

"Who says it's not necessary!" Yan Jue said seriously, "No matter how fast the recovery speed is, as long as your wound sees blood, it must be treated accordingly." While speaking, he took advantage of the situation and picked up a piece of fine cloth On the fingertips, gently and slowly wipe the edge of the wound on the back of Xue Lanyin's hand carefully, and said, "Do you know how most of the wounded soldiers on the battlefield in ancient times died? Originally, the wounds were small, but after suffering Swelling, festering, tetanus—and death in the blink of an eye.”

"What's broken, what's crazy?" Xue Lan said ignorantly, "I haven't seen any of the illnesses you mentioned. Besides, I have done it many times in the past few decades, and it has long been a habit. Why? Possibly serious to the point of death?"

"Too much?" Yan Jue said with a cold face instantly, "...a habit?"

"Hmm...? Hey! What are you doing... or jade?"

The thin layer of clothing material suddenly lifted into large pieces, Yan Jue pulled his arm and forced the sleeve all the way to the highest point, and when he lowered his head and swept it down, he saw countless old and new scars of different lengths on that arm, scattered and scattered , after looking at it like this, there is no part of the skin that is completely intact!

Because Xue Lan was still in the same place and didn't know what to say, Yan Jue closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then he pulled his shoulders without explaining anything, and dragged him quickly all the way into the house: "Come here!"

Because Xue Lan didn't realize what his intentions were, she immediately became alert: "What do you want to do?"

Yan Jue saw that his steps were timid and determined not to move forward, so he simply bent down and picked him up horizontally, and went straight forward and crossed the threshold regardless of opposition.Xue Lan was stupefied because of him hugging her so wholeheartedly, her nose was filled with the vague fragrance of grass and trees on Yan Jue's body, and when she regained her senses in a daze, she had already been loosened and put on the bed Suddenly, there was a sound of fabric rubbing behind him, and he listened carefully, it seemed that Yan Hao was undressing him!

Xue Lan was shocked and surprised, but also couldn't help feeling complacent.Xindao, this little master is really reasonable and knowledgeable about current affairs, he gave him a small jar of live blood, and if he failed to receive it, he thought of using his body to repay him—but before he could finish his fun in secret, word spread behind him There was a burst of heartache, and the little pervert rolled his eyes in shock, and couldn't help blurting/exploding: "You...what the hell are you doing! Do you want to kill me?"

Yan Jue's big hand quickly brushed over, and uncovered all the clothes around his waist and back one by one, but saw that there were more than a series of hideous wounds all over his body, let alone many old scars, and some places were cracked, and flesh and blood could be seen, obviously It must be a new addition recently—but this bastard boy never took it to heart. He usually kills himself with a knife, only using live blood as a tool, allowing old wounds to heal and adding new wounds, without any treatment. The wound spread rapidly, and gradually developed ulcers. If he really ignored it as he said, he might end up dying!

Yan Jue knew it in his heart, and he didn't want to say more, so he immediately filled a basin of clear water and put it beside the bed, soaked the cloth towel and wrung it in a hurry, and pulled Xue Lanyin's arm nearby to clean up the large and embarrassing deep and shallow cracks on his back ——As everyone knows, this little bastard is not afraid of the sky or the earth, he can scrape his flesh with a knife as if nothing had happened, but he is afraid that people will wipe him with water. As if facing an enemy, the whole person almost bounced off the bed, trying to struggle while swearing.

It's a pity that Yan Jue's blindness and lameness have long since healed, and now it's easy to cure this poor-mouthed little bean sprouts, just push and press, and it will be suppressed in an instant. It can be said to be a stern and desperate one. I have never called him that when I saw him draw his knife to bleed himself earlier.

At the beginning, Xue Lan really thought that Yan Jue was going to kill him, and her eyes were red with anxiety for a moment, but she couldn't beat him, so she had to swear in an old hometown saying, Yan Jue It can be regarded as having seen what the word "dog anxiously jumps over the wall" means. Anyway, he can't understand it, and he won't get angry. His strikes are still accurate and ruthless, until Xue Lan finally surrendered, and he tightened the bed sheet with both hands and burst into tears. Begging for mercy—I don't know, I thought Yan Jue did something wrong to him.

In the end, Yan Jue didn't touch Xue Lan's finger at all, and carefully wiped the wound he had cleaned with a cloth towel. After applying all the medicine, he found a new cotton cloth to bandage him. From head to toe, all wounds were carefully taken care of. Later, the cotton cloth was not enough, and even tore the expensive and beautiful clothes on the body when it first fell into the valley.

No matter how "jumping over the wall", Xue Lan couldn't help being stunned when she saw this, and after a long time to react, she lay down beside her pillow and asked him, "Why are you tearing up such a good silk? Don't you want it?" ?”

Yan Jue glared at the lively big zongzi on the bed, covered his distorted little face with his backhand, and at the same time said angrily: "Lie down, don't mess around if you don't want to die!"

"Aren't you going to kill me?" Xue Lan said anxiously, "But that small jar of blood was accidentally spilled, and I can't do it again in a short time..."

Yan Jue still used the same old saying, and interrupted him with a stiff voice: "I don't want it!"

"Okay, okay, you don't want it, you don't want anything..." Xue Lan lay back on the bed on her back, muttering in a perfunctory manner, "Obviously I want to save face and suffer, and I will waste it for you if I give it to you for nothing..."

Yan Jue's face turned pale for a while, ten mouths couldn't fight him alone: ​​"I...I..."

"What are you? Don't you have anything to say?"

Xue Lan has had a thorn in her heart for no reason since last night, and because she was frightened just now, her mind has become a mess, and now she can't speak anymore, she just looks at Yan Jusu's clumsy speech Then he poked his nose and face and waited for an opportunity to retaliate and provoke him: "Since the master wants to take blood, just say it directly. The apprentice may not be unwilling to give it to you. You say that you are a teacher, how can you take the lead in teaching duplicity? Now talking No, at night, sneaking behind me and squatting to watch, is it shameful——Master, Father?"

The last final sound, the words are extremely heavy, and the meaning of irony is self-evident.As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Jue's livid face turned black in an instant. Seeing that the vigorous palm full of zhenqi was about to hit his head, Xue Lan closed her eyes because of her haste. There was a series of noisy roars, and when he opened his eyes again, his little master was so angry that he slapped him...

It shattered a poor innocent little water basin on the bedside.

——Is Yan Jue really going to kill him?

Xue Lan blinked her eyes tentatively: "Or...wrong, Master?"

"The ghost is your master!" Yan Jue lifted the quilt to cover him, gritted his teeth and said, "Whoever loves should go!"

"Hey……"

Xue Lan panicked, and before she could answer a word, Yan Jue turned around with a "bang", slammed the door and ran away without turning his head.

Xue Lan immediately got out of bed and wanted to chase after her, but just before she ran two steps ahead, she fell to the ground with a thud——looking down, she remembered that the countless wounds on her body had just been caused by Yan Jue once. After wrapping it all over, every scar was wrapped neatly and meticulously.

He tore his clothes and bandaged them carefully, if he were to go crazy and jump around for a while now, wouldn't it be a waste of money?Thinking about it this way, Xue Lan suddenly shrank back with some hesitation because Fang was about to open the door and take a step outside.

——Xue Lanyin wasn't complaining about the restless thoughts in Yan's deceitful heart.He even thought it was normal, a normal desire that anyone would have.

God knows how much he hopes that his little master, while happily taking the gift, can give up the idea of ​​directly taking human life, and live a stable and happy life with him from now on.

Because Xue Lan had clearly planned everything, he also made appropriate concessions and sacrifices, but he was unwilling to admit it, let alone accept his kindness, and this was the most irritating thing.

Xue Lanyin even once thought that Yan Jue's refusal in every possible way must be an insatiable desire for more.

It's a pity that the only thing he didn't expect was that in fact, from the very beginning, Yan Huada had no intention of hurting him, even if he only slightly cut a layer of his skin.

——To be honest, I really can't blame him for this.The deep-rooted sensitivity and vigilance of the living sword people makes it difficult for them to let go of their inherent guard in front of outsiders.

But if you think about it carefully, Yan Jue himself seems to have said that if he really wanted to take his life intentionally, he would have wiped it off with a knife, so why bother to come here to treat his wound in a pretentious manner?

It's just that when Xue Lan came to her senses and gradually realized this point, the naturally proud little bomb/drug bag had already ran out angrily by herself.