Wuya Peak.

Baili Changhuan, who had been tortured for several days in a row, looked covered in dust and dirt.

He threw the last magical herb in his hand into the furnace, and the explosion sounded again in his ears.

Without even looking up, he casually dodged it and cleared the stove again.

He picked up a pen and made a mark on the paper: "This dosage is also wrong. The order of adding should be adjusted."

He suppressed his anger deep in his heart, smiled very kindly, turned to the little boy with a look of contempt on his face and said, "What are you looking at? The medicine is gone. Go and gather some. I'll grow some myself!"

Little Lightning was so angry that he went crazy, his little mouth kept moving and he was cursing so filthy.

If this elixir had not to be made by Baili Changhuan, it would not have come to this broken place to suffer!

This guy is so stupid, his understanding of pharmaceutical manufacturing is not even one tenth of that of his partner!

Still got such a bad temper! How on earth did you survive all these years?!

Baili Changhuan remained unmoved, just folding his arms and looking at it, with the ashes of various magical herbs lying around his feet.

Little Lightning cursed for a while, then ran away because he was tired.

Looking at its figure, Baili Changhuan snorted and turned around to write and draw in his notes.

The tip of the pen stayed in one place for a long time, and a look of confusion flashed across his eyes. It seemed that something was about to jump out from the relatively vague memories of his childhood.

He sat there for a moment, his hands shaking. "No way? That can't be right? Isn't it dead?"

…

Yan Huailiu slept very uneasily.

I had a nightmare when I was about to wake up in the early morning.

As a result, he felt a little dizzy after sitting up.

After simply making the bed and making sure there was no one outside, he quickly left.

After hesitating for a long time, he still had no intention of going to Gu Xingyun.

"If you're angry, you should act like you're angry. He was wrong in the first place. How can you forget about it after just one night?"

He set a time for himself: "I have to be angry until at least noon."

"It won't be appropriate if it takes any longer..."

The books they brought out were meant to be read together, and they didn't feel like going back to the secret room. Although the weather was nice, Yan Huailiu felt like something was wrong.

I couldn't even muster the energy to say hello to people, and my depressed mood showed on my face as indifference.

The younger disciples saw him from afar and took a detour, then gathered together to quietly discuss whether their senior brother Gu, whom they had not seen for a long time, had angered the sect leader.

"Junior Brother Zhang, you have plenty of books, so I'll give you this task. Go find Senior Brother Gu a copy of 108 Ways of Coaxing People and let him learn it carefully! Our Sect Master is in no mood to go to other sects' rooftops and curse."

"Yeah, now when I go down the mountain to buy things, I don't worry about being secretly put in a sack and beaten by disciples from other sects. I'm not used to it yet."

"Don't worry, no one dares to beat you up. We have the leverage over them! Sigh... The Sect Master must really like Senior Brother. He's become so low-key. He must be afraid that others will blame Senior Brother Gu."

"Junior Brother Zhang, please find a few more books. I think Senior Brother Gu is good in every way except that he's not very good at speaking. Let him study more."

Junior Brother Zhang: ...

Not knowing that so many people were concerned about him, Yan Huailiu stepped into the gate of Canghai Pavilion.

Without disturbing Lu Jiu who was dozing there, he walked lightly to the third floor.

The barrier at the entrance was of no use to him. Perhaps ordinary disciples were not allowed to enter here, and there was a layer of dust on the shelves.

After a simple cleaning, Yan Huailiu started looking from the innermost part.

Although the book did not record what he wanted, he thought Gu Xingyun would like to read it, so he put it aside and planned to take it back to him.

My apprentice has been particularly curious about knowledge recently, so it would be good for him to learn more.

After just looking for a while, he couldn't help yawning. When it was finally noon, he didn't even want to walk up the stairs, and just stepped on Wen Yue and left through the window.

When he got outside the yard, he pretended to be calm, tidied his clothes, and calmed his breathing before entering.

The pretended posture lasted less than three seconds before he was frightened by the shadow at the door.

Yan Huailiu quickly ran over and gently pushed him: "Xingyun? Wake up, why are you sleeping here?"

The midday sun failed to shine through the eaves onto him. This place seemed to have its own icy barrier that completely isolated the warmth.

Gu Xingyun felt cold all over, and he didn't know how long he had been sitting there. His clothes were cold.

He raised his head when he heard the voice, and said in a hoarse voice: "Master, I'm sorry."

Yan Huailiu felt so distressed that he quickly hugged the person in his arms to keep him warm.

"Are you stupid? You have a bed but you don't sleep outside and feed mosquitoes all night? If I don't come over today, can you sit here for another day?"

He kind of regretted that he took so long to come here. If he had known that this idiot would do such a stupid thing, he would not have beaten around the bush.

What's there to be angry about?

"I'm sorry..." Gu Xingyun still said this.

Yan Huailiu sighed: "What are you sorry for? You have nothing to be sorry about."

Gu Xingyun's stiff hands and feet gradually relaxed, and he hugged him tightly with difficulty.

Yan Huailiu helped him into the house: "Lie down, close your eyes and rest for a while, I'll go cook for you."

Her hand was gently grabbed: "Master, please don't be angry with me, okay?"

His consciousness was still a little fuzzy, and he could only show weakness.

Yan Huailiu held his hand tightly, reluctantly moved closer, and took the initiative to kiss those cold thin lips.

Taking advantage of Gu Xingyun's stunned moment, he gently reached in and hooked it, then left as soon as he touched it.

The whole process took less than five seconds, but it made him turn as red as a tomato.

"Okay, don't be angry anymore, I'll go cook for you."

He left the room as if he was running for his life, his heart pounding.

She ran to the kitchen before daring to touch her lips: "This is getting more and more outrageous. How can you take advantage of others..."

"It shouldn't be considered taking advantage, right?" He used the back of his hand to cool his burning cheeks, then walked towards the stove.

I was humming a little tune while preparing the ingredients.

Inside the room, it took Gu Xingyun a long time to come back to his senses.

She licked her lips, crawled down from the bed, and almost ran to Yan Huailiu.

Yan Huailiu was holding a green vegetable in his hand, ready to wash it. He turned his head to look at him, then avoided his gaze embarrassedly.

Gu Xingyun's breathing was rapid, and he was so nervous that his hands and feet were uncontrollable: "Master."

"I don't need your help, I can do it myself." Yan Huailiu quickly spoke up to drive the man away.

"You just kissed me." Gu Xingyun stared at his expression, observing if there was anything wrong with him.

Yan Huailiu threw the vegetables into the plate and pretended to be fierce: "Is it not possible?!"

Gu Xingyun kept a certain distance and carefully felt the situation in his body. Only after he was sure that there was no spiritual power that did not belong to him did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"Yes, Master can do whatever he wants to you."

He slowly approached, took Yan Huailiu's hand and placed it on his waist, then gently held Yan Huailiu's face.

"Master, can you try again? Can you kiss me again?"