Chapter 475 Lin Muhan X Yan Anhuai Side Story (Part Two)

Master Park sighed and rubbed his forehead, feeling that he shouldn't be here at this moment.

Look at his silly apprentice, his clear eyes tugging at his collar, leaving him speechless.

"What are you doing, you little brat? Put your clothes on properly first. Look at you, you can't even comb your hair properly, and you can't even put your clothes on properly. What are you trying to do?"

Yan Anhuai obediently straightened his clothes and looked at Lin Muhan with a very resentful expression.

Lin Muhan: How come you're so adorably silly?

"Sorry, I accidentally hurt you just now," Lin Muhan said with a cold face.

Yan Anhuai didn't care whether he gave him a cold look or not; what he cared more about was his blood-stained clothes.

"Then I forgive you! But you dirtied one of my clothes, so you have to pay me back!"

It wasn't that he was stingy; it was just that he and his apprentice were dirt poor, and it was only because he was kind-hearted that he managed to save the person.

"And also, you'll have to pay for medical expenses, accommodation, and food. We don't have the money to support any more people."

Lin Muhan glanced around at the surroundings and nodded.

Indeed... we're very poor.

However, this is a good place to recuperate, at least his good younger brother would never imagine that a demon king like him would be hiding in a Taoist temple.

Moreover, judging from the unreliable nature of the master and apprentice, and their carefree attitudes, they don't seem like they could guess his identity.

"Yes, I will pay."

Lin Muhan said calmly, "In that case, shouldn't you two let me recover properly?"

"Hmm? What does Master mean by this?"

Master Park couldn't bear to look at him anymore. How could he have taken in such a stupid disciple?

"What they mean is that we two are disturbing his recovery, and they want us to come if they want."

"Get out? But...this is my room..."

Lin Muhan frowned, a bad feeling rising in his heart. "Your Taoist temple... does it only have two houses that people can live in?"

“Otherwise, just two rooms~” Yan Anhuai gestured a “2” to him.

Lin Muhan's forehead veins bulged. "So..."

"So we have to live together."

Lin Muhan: "..."

"I don't like sharing a bed with others, especially since I'm injured. Do you think this bed is big enough for two grown men?"

"Why not? You can't expect me to sleep on the floor, can you?" Yan Anhuai stared at him pitifully. "How can you bear to let your savior sleep on the cold floor?"

Lin Muhan was stared at by those clear, foolish eyes for so long that she almost felt sorry for them.

He then realized what was happening and became wary of Yan Anhuai.

Could this foolish Taoist priest have practiced some kind of bewitching technique?

Yan Anhuai: Lord Qingtang, I'm innocent!

"You've been heartless, so... you can go sleep on the floor now."

Yan Anhuai's eyes widened. He should have known better than to pick up just anyone. He had ended up with an old man instead.

"You little rascal, hurry up and go check the kitchen, or your pigeon soup will be burnt."

"Holy crap! My soup?! Aaaaaaah!"

Yan Anhuai couldn't care less about anything else and rushed to the kitchen. Fortunately, nothing went wrong.

The smell of meat made Yan Anhuai's mouth water.

Turning his head, he saw his master leaning against the door, staring at the pigeon soup in his hand.

He hid the pigeon soup behind his back and asked with a smile, "Master, what brings you here?"

"Look at you, so pathetic! Nobody's going to take it from you!"

Yan Anhuai chuckled, "That's good, that's good. I've almost forgotten what meat tastes like."

He ate with gusto, radiating happiness.

Master Park sighed. How could they be so poor?

"After he finishes eating, I'll boil his medicine and then go back to sleep..."

Yan Anhuai nodded, turned around to brew the medicine, and thinking about how someone had ruthlessly made him sleep on the floor, he angrily added more Coptis chinensis to it.

When Yan Anhuai brought the medicine over, Lin Muhan was sitting cross-legged, seemingly practicing martial arts.

"Cough cough cough... I've taken my medicine."

Lin Muhan opened his eyes and glanced indifferently at the person whose guilty eyes were wandering around.

He picked up the bowl of medicine, noticed the smile on Yan Anhuai's lips and his expectant gaze, and then put the bowl down again.

"Why aren't you drinking? Hurry up and drink! You'll get better if you drink the medicine..." Now that you're better, hurry back to where you came from.

"You really want me to drink this? What's in it?"

"No, I didn't put anything in it, just ordinary medicine for internal injuries. You don't suspect me of poisoning it, do you?"

Lin Muhan shook his head.

With his brains, how could he possibly dare to poison him? But there must have been something tampered with the medicine, otherwise someone wouldn't have been so guilty just now.

"Well... so... why don't you take a sip first and show me?"

Yan Anhuai stared at the bowl of medicine, looking like he had a deep-seated bitterness and resentment.

He could smell the strong bitterness from a distance. If he were to drink it, wouldn't he turn into a bitter gourd?

"No, no, no, the medicinal herbs are precious..."

Lin Muhan interrupted him, "Drink!"

Yan Anhuai wanted to cry but had no tears. Under Lin Muhan's death stare, he pinched his nose and took a sip, his face contorting with bitterness.

He frantically chugs a pot of water, but it didn't help; the bitter taste still lingered at the back of his tongue.

Lin Muhan couldn't help but laugh.

Under Yan Anhuai's dumbfounded gaze, he expressionlessly drank the medicine in the bowl in one gulp.

This is what Yan Anhuai's expression looked like at that moment: (д)

Doesn't he feel bitter?

"No, is there something wrong with your tongue?"

Lin Muhan shook his head. "You're the one with the problem, aren't you? It's just a bowl of ordinary medicine, but you act like it's going to kill you after just one sip."

What does "a bowl of ordinary medicine" mean?

He added two large handfuls of Coptis chinensis to it.

You're not even human!

Lin Muhan: What a coincidence! I really am not human.

"But there's something I want to ask you. When you found me, how did you bring me back?"

Lin Muhan suddenly moved closer to him, startling him so much that he took two steps back.

"Of course they carried it back on their backs. How else could they have gotten it back?"

"Oh? Really? With someone as delicate as you, I'm even more curious about how you manage to carry me..."

Yan Anhuai: Damn it, you still know you're heavy?

"Who are you calling delicate? How can you talk to your savior like that?"

"I've never seen a savior who drags someone all the way back."

Upon hearing this, Yan Anhuai was completely stunned.

No, how did he know?

Could he be trying to trick me? Stay calm, he was unconscious at the time, he definitely wouldn't know.

"What are you talking about? I didn't..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Muhan lifted up his trouser leg, revealing a large handprint.