Chapter 495 Master...it hurts...

Feng Su coughed lightly, his expression completely normal, and he even smiled: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Yu Yan sheathed her Azure Feather Sword, and the exploded vines, roots, and fragments scattered everywhere. She led her people to the nearest cave.

Even though Yu Yan was fast, by the time they settled down, Feng Su's forcedly normal expression had turned deathly pale.

Yu Yan's hand, which was supporting the person, trembled slightly.

"Feng Su," Yu Yan called out to him.

Her response was a muffled groan from the other party, extremely hoarse.

Yu Yan supported him, Feng Su's injury was on his back, "Go lie down on the rock."

The woman's voice was somewhat muffled, even carrying a hint of coldness.

Feng Su's hand, hanging by his side, trembled.

He forced his voice to sound calm and asked.

"Is Master going to heal my wounds? Should I take off my clothes?"

The man had his back to Yu Yan, so she couldn't see his expression. Yu Yan seemed not to have heard him and slapped him against a rock.

His handsome face, which had been showing a mix of trepidation and discomfort, stiffened. He spoke.

"Master...it hurts..."

Master must have seen through it.

It's obvious he deliberately injured himself.

Feng Su's phoenix eyes were lowered, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. The bloodstains on his back had already soaked through his white shirt, exposed to Yu Yan's eyes.

Yu Yan's face was cold, but the immortal power wrapped in the green healing ball was incredibly gentle when it landed on the other party's wound.

The moment the healing magic touched the other's wound, a warm current flowed down his back and into Feng Su's heart.

He raised the corners of his lips, somewhat self-deprecatingly, "Why would I need to take off any clothes?"

With his plan thwarted, Feng Su rested his chin on his arm, turned his head slightly to look behind him, and unexpectedly met Yu Yan's gaze.

The woman's delicate face was backlit, yet Feng Su could still clearly discern her emotions.

"Master, don't be angry, hmm..."

As he was speaking, Yu Yan suddenly pressed her hand against the edge of his wound.

"Does it hurt?" Yu Yan asked.

Feng Su honestly replied, "It hurts."

"Who do you think you are that I need you to risk your life to protect me? Feng Su, do you even know that your wound is only half an inch away from your heart!"

Yu Yan was furious, but because Feng Su's intention was to protect her, she couldn't scold him too much.

He could only sulk in silence.

Hearing this, Feng Su's brow relaxed, and he couldn't help but let out a low laugh. It turned out that his master hadn't noticed.

He thought his master was angry because she saw that he had deliberately injured himself, but he didn't expect that it was because she was too worried about him.

Feng Su turned around and buried her head in her arms.

He was afraid that Yu Yan would see the uncontrollable smile on his face.

Over there, Yu Yan even thought that the other person's laughter was just her imagination.

Although the vines that attacked them were ancient demonic vines, fortunately they were not poisonous. Soon, the wound on Feng Su's back was completely healed by Yu Yan's healing power.

"Did you bring spare clothes?" Yu Yan glanced at Feng Su's back, which was half soaked in blood.

A sharp pain shot through my chest.

He wasn't worried about his own life.

Feng Su: "I brought it."

Yu Yan got up and walked directly towards the cave entrance.

"Now put them on, let's go."

Feng Su lowered his eyes, somewhat disappointed. If the demonic vine had been poisonous, then his master wouldn't have been able to cure him so quickly.

The cultivator changed his clothes quickly, completing the task with a single hand seal.

The man glanced at the blood-stained clothes with regret, then reached out and touched them, as if Yu Yan had just touched them.