Xianzun is Collapsing Every Day

Mu Chuihan slept soundly, and it seemed that Xiaoyou knocked on the door early in the morning, and lightly abducted Feifei away.

He was in a daze at the time, only heard a little movement, and as soon as he turned over, he fell back into sleep.

When he regained a little consciousness again, he heard a low knock on the door again.

Mu Chuihan hugged the quilt tightly with nostalgia, completely ignoring it. Anyway, Xiaoyou will push the door and come in by himself if he has something to do. He doesn't even want to waste the energy to answer.

Who knew that knocking sounded over and over again, as if he didn't intend to stop until he responded. Mu Chuihan endured it for a long time, and every time he knocked on the door, he became more awake. It was not until he returned to the cage that he realized who the person outside the door might be.

He won't enter the door unless he gets the master's permission. He can't think of anyone other than Ting Yun-Jun for this kind of noble virtue.

Mu Chuihan's hand holding the quilt was so shocked that he immediately let go. He propped himself up from the bed and said, "Come in."

After he finished speaking, he realized that his voice was soft and weak.

This time, even the effort of pretending was saved, and after a night's rest, the whole person was much weaker than yesterday.

The knocking on the door finally stopped, and as soon as the door opened, a large swathe of sunlight poured down immediately, making Mu Chuihan feel a burst of warmth.

Ye Tingjiang stood in front of the door, his face was light, Mu Chuihan couldn't see it clearly, he could only feel that his face was not very good, and he seemed to be frowning.

"Xianjun, you're here." Mu Chuihan spoke again, his voice still sounding weak.

"You sound bad." Ye Tingjiang put down the medicine in his hand: "Is it too uncomfortable to get up?"

Mu Chuihan thought to himself, that's not true, if conditions permit, he wants to sleep so late every day.

But he just showed a smile and said softly: "I am worried about Lao Xianjun."

Ye Tingjiang pointed to the medicine on the bedside and said, "This medicine is very good for your injury, so drink it now."

Mu Chuihan was a little flattered: "Did Xianjun cook for me personally?"

"Yes." Ye Tingjiang nodded.

Originally wanted to find Xiaoyou, but his sword spirit disappeared early in the morning, and he left a letter saying that he was very busy and refused to call.

Fuyan's situation was special, and he didn't seem to want to see outsiders very much, so he gave up and asked other disciples in the sect to help him prepare the medicine. After all, it was the injury he caused, so he had to do it himself.

It was just the first time in a hundred years that he entered the kitchen for this, which Ye Tingjiang himself had never imagined.

Mu Chuihan was called early by Ting Yunjun himself, but his head was still dizzy, and the hand that went to get the medicine bowl trembled slightly with excitement.

Ye Tingjiang just sat on the side and watched him quietly. As soon as Mu Chuihan picked up the medicine bowl, his wrist turned sideways because he couldn't bear the weight, and even a little of the medicine poured out.

Mu Chuihan wanted to use the other hand to straighten the medicine bowl, but a coughing sound suddenly broke out, causing his wrist to shake, and more medicinal juice spilled over the edge of the bowl.

God is pitiful, he really didn't mean it. I just woke up with a hoarse throat, and it was about night time when I was caught by a cold, and my whole body was very weak.

If it goes on like this, he hasn't had the medicine yet, and the concoction has been spilled all night.

Ye Tingjiang sighed and rescued the medicine he had boiled all morning from Mu Chuihan's hands: "I'll feed you."

Mu Chuihan was so shocked that he leaned back: "Really?"

Why is Ting Yunjun's heart so soft, he knew he could be injured a little more yesterday, preferably the kind that is bedridden!

Ye Tingjiang didn't answer, he lowered his head and picked up the spoon to scoop up the concoction and bring it to his mouth.

Mu Chuihan didn't believe this scene, he opened his mouth blankly, and the spoon entered his mouth.

He mechanically closed his chin again and bit the spoon firmly.

Ye Tingjiang said softly, "Let go."

Mu Chuihan opened his mouth mechanically again, took out the spoon, and swallowed the medicine.

Hmm, bitter.

But now Jun Tingyun is beautiful, no matter how bitter he is, he can drink ten bowls!

Mu Chuihan cooperated very well, and all the medicine entered his mouth smoothly.

No matter how good the elixir was, it was impossible for him to have any effect this time, but Mu Chuihan didn't even feel that his throat was sore and his chest tightness disappeared, so he could go out and run around Yingxuefeng three times.

He bowed his head shyly: "Thank you Xianjun."

"Yeah." Ye Tingjiang didn't intend to stay in his room after feeding the medicine, so he left after a few words of good rest.

Mu Chuihan was left alone to review every move he had just made.

Are you acting too stupid, how can you look like you haven't seen the world.

But today's Ting Yun-jun is so gentle, he feels that he has found a man's weakness.

Because of guilt, Jun Tingyun seems to be able to agree to many requests that are usually impossible to answer.

The medicine feeding this time was a mistake, but now that this was confirmed, Mu Chuihan felt that he could at least do whatever he wanted for a few days because of the injury on his body.

However, this was the only time he saw Ye Tingjiang today.

Ye Tingjiang left a bigu pill for him before he left. Mu Chuihan swallowed the medicinal herbs, and felt that the taste was like chewing wax.

The imagination is so full, but in reality, he can't even eat a bowl of boiled cabbage.

As an important tool to take Xiaoyou away, Feifei was not around.

Mu Chuihan sighed miserably, is this still a human life?

I really want to see Tingyun-jun again soon.

With the support of this belief, when Ye Tingjiang came over at the same hour the next morning, Mu Chuihan had already sat up and waited for him obediently for a long time.

Ye Tingjiang took the medicine as usual: "It looks better today."

Mu Chuihan hurriedly closed his eyes, tilted his neck, and denied, "No, no."

Ye Tingjiang: "..."

Well, he shouldn't talk too much.

He still fed the medicine like yesterday, and Mu Chuihan also cooperated with opening his mouth like yesterday, the difference is that as soon as the medicine was taken in today, Mu Chuihan's face wrinkled, and he said sadly, "Xianjun, it's so bitter, so bitter. "

He was fighting a prepared battle today, and feeding him a medicine could not make his mind fluctuate much.

"Good medicine is bitter." Ye Tingjiang said lightly, "You also drank it yesterday."

Mu Chuihan lowered his eyes: "Yesterday the wind and cold were too severe, I couldn't taste it."

Ye Tingjiang shook his head helplessly: "Too squeamish."

When Mu Chuihan received such a comment, he even looked at Ye Tingjiang madly, with a line of tears in his eyes: "Xianjun, I have suffered a lot since I was a child, my family was poor, and later, in order to treat my mother, I borrowed a lot of money. If I didn't get it, I was sold here. Xianjun is right, you saved me, people like me are not qualified to dislike suffering..."

Ye Tingjiang was startled: "I didn't mean that."

Mu Chuihan didn't mention it anymore, he raised his hand and wanted to take the medicine bowl.

"Forget it." Ye Tingjiang brought another spoonful of medicine: "Get well soon."

Mu Chuihan nodded with tears and finished drinking the medicine.

He thought that with Ye Tingjiang's character, he would feel more pity for him after listening to this tragic betrayal. Who knew that Ye Tingjiang didn't even say a word this time, and left again...

After all, when he left yesterday, he still left a reminder and a bigu pill, and today he only left a graceful back?

Mu Chuihan leaned on the bed in frustration and doubted his life. It shouldn't be, is Ye Tingjiang also ready and no longer guilty?

This simply forced him to think of a new plan temporarily.

Before the plan could be formed in Mu Chuihan's mind, the person who had left just now returned to the room.

He also held a delicate little bag in his hand, motioning him to open it.

Mu Chuihan pulled the rope out of curiosity, and found that the bag contained dozens of sweet-scented osmanthus candies!

He looked up at Ye Tingjiang in surprise. It turned out that he said it was bitter, but Jun Tingyun remembered it!

Ye Tingjiang was also a little unnatural when he received Mu Chuihan's fiery eyes, and he explained without hesitation: "You take the candy that Xiaoyou hid."

Although he searched for a long time, Xiaojianling came back and found that Tang was missing, and he would definitely make trouble again.

Mu Chuihan grabbed a candy and put it between his lips, the aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus spreading in his mouth.

In fact, he is not that fond of sweets, but this is the first time he understands why he always likes to write in the book, and sweetness can always bring people a sense of happiness.

But he didn't smile, instead the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

"Xianjun, come here a little bit." Mu Chuihan said.

Seeing his expression, Ye Tingjiang was also worried that something was wrong with the candy. The taste of Sword Spirit may not be the same as that of people.

He took two steps closer and leaned over to Mu Chuihan to check on his condition.

But before he started, a small sweet-scented osmanthus was stuffed between his lips.

The boy who had just lied to him with a sullen expression showed a sly smile: "Xianjun, are you sweet?"