Socially Anxious Master Tears Up the Universally Hated Script

Socially Anxious Master x Sickly Yandere Disciple, Younger Sibling Dynamic.

Transmigrated into the universally hated cannon fodder master, Yan Huai Liu, a severe agoraphobe, faces a disconnec...

Chapter 39 What if it were me?

"Go find Jingming."

Halfway through the journey, Yan Huailiu spoke.

Gu Xingyun nodded obediently and then left quickly.

Yan Huailiu hugged Little Lightning and complained, "Is he a masochist? How can he be so patient even though he's injured like that? If it were me, I would have been lying on the ground a long time ago, but he was able to walk such a long way and stand there for such a long time..."

Little Lightning naturally didn't answer him.

Yan Huailiu sighed: "It's not entirely their fault. Maybe they were abused for too long and they don't dare to speak out."

It seems that I need to explain to these disciples why health is the most important thing.

Although he doesn't care much about his body on weekdays.

But as a child, I definitely can't compare with him.

After waiting in the room for a long time, the two disciples finally appeared.

Only then did Yan Huailiu realize that Chang Sui's complexion was even worse than Gu Xingyun's, and he even walked with a limp.

"come over."

Yan Huailiu beckoned the two of them forward and pointed to the stool in front of them: "Sit down."

"Disciple, I dare not."

The two of them have a tacit understanding.

Yan Huailiu chuckled and repeated, "Sit down."

The two poor little guys sat down instantly.

Yan Huailiu gently pressed one of Chang Sui's legs and could clearly feel the muscles under his hand tense.

"What happened to your legs?"

Chang Sui's lips trembled: "No, it's okay."

His eyes were filled with horror.

This scene seemed to go back to a few months ago. At that time, Yan Huailiu had the same expression. He smiled and asked him what was wrong with his leg. The next second, he pressed hard to break his tendons.

He no longer wanted to feel that kind of heart-wrenching pain a second time.

"Why are you sweating so much?"

Yan Huailiu raised his sleeve to wipe it for him: "Does it hurt?"

Chang Sui looked at him in surprise and said nothing.

Yan Huailiu sighed: "Just bear with it, relax, don't be nervous."

He tentatively placed his hand on Chang Sui's dantian and gave him a cautious reminder before starting the exercise: "Relax, don't be nervous, and don't move, okay?"

Looking at the little apprentice's appearance, it's obvious that he can't wait for the medicine to be slowly boiled.

Although the Mysterious Crimson Pearl Sutra is a bit dangerous, he should be able to control it easily now.

Chang Sui's eyes turned from confusion to disbelief. After studying medicine for so many years, he naturally knew about the Yuxu Sect's Crimson Pearl Mysterious Sutra, not to mention that he had seen it once in person.

He remembered that his master was unconscious for a long time after using this that day.

"Why? Master..."

Chang Sui asked in a low voice, his eyes gradually becoming moist.

He was just a child who longed to be cared for by his master, and no matter how painful it was over the years, he never gave up this idea.

No matter what others said, he always felt that his master was not that bad.

Chang Sui looked at the person who closed his eyes and was seriously healing himself, and tears fell uncontrollably.

Gu Xingyun stood there with an extremely complicated expression.

He thought that the two came here to endure some torture, or that their master was pretending to reward them with some useless medicine.

Unexpectedly...

But why?

Every time the Mysterious Crimson Pearl Sutra is used, his master's cultivation is consumed. Why should he spend time saving them?

After making sure that Chang Sui was fine, Yan Huailiu slowly withdrew his spiritual energy.

The excessive loss made his breathing a little rapid. He casually pulled off the mask that was in the way and asked with a pale face, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Chang Sui was crying so hard that he couldn't breathe, and his body felt so light that it didn't seem like his own.

He got down from the stool, knelt before Yan Huailiu and kowtowed respectfully several times: "Thank you, Master."

Yan Huailiu pulled him up distressedly and wiped his tears with his sleeve: "Why are you crying? What's there to thank me for?"

He was shocked when he checked it, okay?

Such a young child has a body full of old illnesses, and the bones in his thigh are broken. If it had been two days later, the leg might not have been saved.

It goes without saying that they were all abused by their original bodies.

It’s no wonder they were so retaliatory later on. No one could tolerate this.

It’s a good thing that this child has been running around like nothing happened for such a long time.

It seems that I need to find time to check Ling Xinghua again. I can't trust what I see too much.

After finally coaxing him into submission, Yan Huailiu took him to the secret room: "Choose which ones you can use and give them to your two brothers to recuperate. Be healthy and fit before tomorrow, and don't get hurt!"

"Yes, thank you, Master!"

Often thank you with tears in my eyes.

Yan Huailiu couldn't bear to see him like this, so he took out all the rare things that were hundreds or thousands of years old and stuffed them into Chang Sui's space bag.

Gu Xingyun, who had been standing aside as a background the entire time, just watched them, Yan Huailiu's words flashing through his mind again: "Be alive and kicking before tomorrow."

Oh, it’s for tomorrow’s competition.

What’s the point of healing?

Won’t everyone laugh at me tomorrow as well?

Over there, Yan Huailiu was annoyed by Chang Sui's crying. He reached out and rubbed his head vigorously twice. "Okay, stop crying. I have a task for you. Go to the competition venue and secretly bring your second brother back. I have something to discuss with the three of you."

"Yes, Master."

Chang Sui went out crying.

Yan Huailiu let out a long sigh and casually complained to Gu Xingyun: "He can really cry."

Gu Xingyun stood aside: "Jingming is more sentimental."

"You should take care of them and Yu Ziheng more on a daily basis. Tell them that boys shouldn't cry all the time. It makes people laugh at them."

Gu Xingyun looked at him: "Master, don't you like people crying?"

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