After wearing a book, I am a scumbag

Wentang's window was pitch black, with no light at all.

There was no light in the house.

Lin Qingzhou stopped, and suddenly remembered that before entering the secret realm, Wen Tang confronted a certain bastard surnamed Han on the top of the Qiushui Pavilion, and was seriously injured by the fierce coercion. He retreated several steps and fell from the top of the Qiushui Pavilion .

Wen Tang fell into a coma at that time and was seriously injured.

Three days have passed, I don't know how Wentang's injuries are now.

He turned around and walked towards Wen Tang's room.

Pushing open the door, he made a gesture with his fingers, and the candles on the candlestick were instantly lit straight up, and the room suddenly became bright.

The mouse that was secretly biting the candle was frightened out of its wits, jumped off the table in a panic, and fled under the bed.

It was the mouse that made the strange noise just now.

Wen Tang was lying on the bed, his face was pale, his handsome brows were slightly frowned, under his tightly closed eyelids, his eyes were rolling uneasily, falling into some terrible nightmare.

With his appearance like this, it doesn't look like his injury has shown signs of improvement, but it is more serious than it was three days ago.

The injury was serious, but there was no one to take care of him in front of the bed.

In the land of Taoism, the Dao of Longevity is cultivated, but it is not completely refined, and there is no shortage of flies and dogs.

It was Han Qi who Wen Tang offended, and apart from the Han clan behind him, he was also the chief disciple of the Qingxu Sword Sect and the heir to the suzerain.

As for Wen Tang, who had no power or power behind him, once he was in trouble, all his brothers and sisters in the same school stood by and watched, no one dared to lend a helping hand, and left him to fend for himself.

Lin Qingzhou sighed softly, a trace of compassion rose from the bottom of her heart.

While going back and forth in my mind, I suddenly heard a small voice coming from Wen Tang's mouth.

His lips were white, opening and closing, as if he was thirsty and wanted to drink water.

Seeing this, Lin Qingzhou ignored the sharp pain in her right foot, walked quickly to the table, and picked up a teacup.

Kneading the formula with fingers, recited a mantra to summon water.

The teacup is full of water.

He put his five fingers together, held the teacup for a moment, and cast a spell, the water immediately became warm, and white smoke rose up.

Wen Tang seemed to be awakened by the noise, and opened his eyelids slightly. In his unclear vision, it was Lin Qingzhou's thoughtful and meticulous movements.

His eyes closed slowly, and the corners of his eyes were crystal clear and moist.

Lin Qingzhou sat sideways on the edge of the bed, supported Wen Tang's head with one hand, and moved the hand holding the teacup to his chapped lips, "The water is here."

Wen Tang shook his chapped lips, swallowed a few mouthfuls, moved a little hastily, accidentally choked on the water, and coughed violently.

Seeing this, Lin Qingzhou quickly removed the teacup, "Slow down."

With a wave of his hand, the teacup flew straight to the tea table with precision, and fell lightly and without splashing a drop of water.

He helped Wen Tang up a little more, and then patted his back lightly with one hand.

When the cough in his mouth subsided, Lin Qingzhou supported his leaning body with one hand, and recited the formula with the other.

The aura flowed continuously from his fingers into Wentang's body like the rain that nourished the long-drought desert, passing through his limbs and bones, and pouring into his inner mansion.

The warm spiritual flow caressed over every crack, soft and delicate, ironing and tranquil.

Wen Tang's painful brows gradually relaxed, and his pale face also visibly regained some vitality.

Seeing this, Lin Qingzhou was overjoyed, and increased the intensity of sending spiritual power.

However, it didn't take long for a stagnation to surge up in his inner palace.

He was inadvertently infested with the poison of black scorpion in the secret realm. Although the poison was detoxified, his body was wasted, and soon he contracted the wind and cold, and his back was severely injured by the demon vine almost piercing it.

Take turns to wear down.

He is also at the end of his strength.

At the moment, he had to give up.

He thought about waiting for him to recover a little before coming to heal Wen Tang.

Withdrawing the pinching fingers, he supported Wen Tang to lie down with both hands, letting him rest and recuperate.

Just as the hand was tucking the corner of the quilt tightly for him, and was about to withdraw it, there was a sudden tightening between the wrists.

Gripped firmly by one hand.

Wen Tang closed his eyes slightly, the water in the corners of his eyes condensed into tears, flowing into his temples, his throat choked:

"...Brother"

"Brother is here."

Lin Qingzhou gently held Wen Tang's hand back in a gentle voice.

"...Don't go." Wen Tang's voice was full of pleading, and his youthful and handsome face was full of pity.

A distressed look appeared on Lin Qingzhou's face, and she wanted to take his hand away and put it under the quilt.

It can be seen that Tang seemed to exert all his strength to keep him.

Until he said softly, "I won't go..."

Only then did Wen Tang let go of his hand a little in relief.

Thin sweat broke out on his forehead, and the hair on his sideburns was also slightly damp with sweat.

Lin Qingzhou reached out and gently brushed away the wet hair sticking to his cheeks, another tear fell from the corner of his eyes.

Lin Qingzhou's heart moved, and her compassion was even greater, and her tone was soft:

"I won't go, good boy, don't cry..."

As soon as this remark came out, Wen Tang fell silent.

His eyes were closed and his mouth was pursed, as if he was dissatisfied.

But as time passed slowly, the drowsiness finally swept him into sleep.

Lin Qingzhou said he would not leave, but he really did not.

He lifted up his right trouser leg, and there was a horrible bruise on his ankle, which was about to swell into a big bun.

Lin Qingzhou remembered that the medicine given by Wentang last time had a miraculous effect on healing trauma.

He took out the small and exquisite white porcelain bottle from his sleeve, and poured the cool dew onto the injured area. After half a cup of tea, the bruises on the ankles gradually disappeared.

Met Han Qi, really never met a good thing.

Almost never came back with an injury.

Could it be that it conflicts with Han Qi?

Lin Qingzhou thought.

If nothing goes wrong, according to the plot in the book, Han Qi will inherit the suzerain position after three years.

As expected.

This place is destined to be Han Qi's world.

Han Qi has always seen that he is not used to him. At this time, even if Lin Qingzhou obtains the independent control of the character, the prospect is still worrying.

He suddenly felt a sense of sympathy for Wen Tang.

The pain from the wound on the back continued to ache.

He stopped thinking about other things.

Walk to the couch not far from the bed, sit cross-legged, clasp your hands, and close your eyes to heal your injuries.

At the same time, he tapped the cheats in the sea of ​​consciousness, "233, this body is too weak, is there any way to quickly increase the body's defense value?"

[Host, Lin Qingzhou's character setting is like this, and the system cannot forcibly change it. 】

Can't intervene forcibly, can you only change gradually by yourself?

I'm afraid that if I haven't improved, I won't be able to withstand this torture, so I'll die first.

The system seemed to be aware of Lin Qingzhou's frustration, and the exit hinted, [After the host completes all OOC prevention tasks, he can make a request as a task reward. 】

And this kind of operation?

After completing the OOC prevention task, you can gain the role's autonomy, the consciousness of the original owner who caused the trouble will disappear, and the sick and weak constitution can also be improved.

Rounding it up, it is equivalent to dispelling all the haze of his current life.

However, the task of preventing OOC has always been very deceptive.

Thinking of this, his eagerness to complete the task cooled down again.

There is no time in practice, and time always passes very quickly.

When Lin Qingzhou woke up from the trance, the night faded and the sky brightened.

The cool breeze of the morning sun, through the half-open window, poured into the house, blowing his sleeves all over his arms.

Looking back at Wen Tang, he was still sleeping peacefully.

The handsome eyebrows and eyes, yesterday's panic has disappeared, and the corners of the mouth are slightly raised.

But what a dream?

Suddenly, there was a soft sound in Lin Qingzhou's stomach.

For monks who do not have bigu, one meal and one vegetable are all troubles.

He quietly left Wen Tang's room, and walked towards Qingyun Peak's dining hall.

Still outside the door, the laughter of people in the dining hall came to my ears.

The Qingxu Sword Sect had a rule of not talking when eating, so the monks in the dining hall kept quiet when eating.

Today is different from the past, it is very lively.

Feeling suspicious, he walked into the dining hall.

At the southwest corner of the dining hall, a crowd of people crowded together, scrambling to be the first to push forward, noisy and lively.

He didn't like to join in the fun, so he showed his disciple's jade badge with his name engraved on it, took a meal for two people, and walked out.

Suddenly, a clear voice stopped him.

"Brother Lin, stop!"

Lin Qingzhou paused and looked back.

The visitor looks heroic, Xiaoxiao is solemn, with a relaxed and cheerful demeanor, and his gestures are full of chicness and calmness.

She was looking at him with a warm smile on her face.