Chapter 124 It’s up to you to take good care of me

"What a loser!" Qing Guiyu berated himself inwardly. Seven years had passed, and while his medical skills and thoughts had improved somewhat, it seemed he hadn't made any progress in dealing with this beautiful and intelligent scourge.

For thirteen years in the cold pond, he was raised by his enemies. Scheming against others was ingrained in him, his only means of survival for over twenty years. Now, he wanted to put down the knife, but found that he had become one with it, completely forgetting even how to walk with his hands empty.

The familiar fire within me, far from extinguishing itself, burned even more fiercely. But it was a little strange; it didn't burn me. It felt more like gathering around a half-dead charcoal fire on a winter's day, roasting and steaming.

The shaky light in his eyes was so real that she could extinguish it with just a little emphasis.

It's extremely pitiful.

The young man blinked at her, then obediently lowered his head, resting his cheek on her arm. Her soft hair, carrying a cold, bitter fragrance, lingered around him. A subtle tremor rippled through her thin sleeves, climbing upward. He buried his face deeper into hers.

"This is the happiest moment of Chen Juansheng's life," he said clearly, as if he knew what she was thinking. "There's no need to be pitiful about it."

Qing Guiyu was frightened by his sudden intimacy and shrank back, her arms became a little stiff, but her heart began to beat faster when she heard what he said.

She wanted to pull her hand back, but he rubbed her cheek, as if a poisonous snake was coiled around her.

She pinched his earlobe and felt it was cold.

"You'll be happier," she had to comfort him, her voice a little shaky. "As long as you're alive, that's all. Look, you can live now."

Can survive.

He is no longer the prisoner who was tortured beyond recognition by the cold poison and bone-eating nails, and he is no longer the person who needs to rely on disguise and calculation to have a chance of survival.

You can survive.

The young man raised his head suddenly.

Chen Jiansheng grabbed her arm and pulled her along, pressing her onto the desk behind him. The files and drawings were shattered and scattered all over the floor.

Then he leaned over, with the golden thread hanging down and covering her, and kissed her heavily.

But there was no in-depth kiss, no entanglement, just a very brief touch, and then he quickly retreated, picked her up, and buried his cheek in her arms again. His black hair was speckled with golden light and flowed down, as if the kiss just now was just an illusion of hers.

The young man's face quickly turned red again, and it seemed that everything that had just happened was real.

Qing Guiyu's face also started to burn.

The late summer night breeze blows through the window.

Shen Juansheng lowered her head, the golden thread fluttering slightly. She was shrouded in black clothes like this, and her whole body felt cold.

It's like collecting white dew on clear ice, or a lotus that can't withstand the wind.

She sighed, thinking that he was overworked. After all, he had been ill for more than twenty years. The acupuncture had just been removed and the cold poison had just been cured. Even a body made of iron could not withstand such days of running around and mental exhaustion.

"You still need to take good care of your body." After all, as a doctor, he couldn't help but give one more reminder. "If you don't take good care of yourself, even a god can't save you." She nodded. "But, you just need to take good care of yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the person he was holding move.

Shen Jiansheng slowly raised his head, his face flushed with passion, and a thin layer of sweat still formed on his eyelashes. He looked at her, the hazy shyness in his eyes gradually dissipating, and a swirling light spread out.

He pursed his lips and suddenly smiled softly.

"That young lady," Young Master Jinsheng said softly, each word was confined between his lips and teeth, echoing softly.

"You must take good care of me..."

The temptation was so obvious that Qing Guiyu's face flushed and he nearly bit his tongue. He felt as if the body beneath his hands had suddenly become a cold potato, neither to throw nor to hold. The anger on his face, which had been suppressed with great difficulty, suddenly flared up again.

What a troublesome venomous snake. Just when it was getting better, its tail was about to coil around again.

Only someone must be crazy to say such things to him at this time. These weren't medical instructions, they were clearly a ladder being handed to him, teaching him how to climb up logically.

My cheeks were even hotter than when he kissed me just now. This was the most evil person in the world who relied on beauty to commit crimes.

"Let's get down to business," she snapped fiercely, but with little conviction, trying to pull the stray atmosphere back. "How's your cold energy going now? Follow the meridian cleansing method to dissipate the marrow poison. Now that the cold poison has been initially resolved, don't use your true energy recklessly."

Chen Juansheng then sat up straight and slowly straightened his messed-up collar. The blush on his face had not yet faded. Hearing this, he turned his head away, without commenting, and smiled softly.

"Miss Qing, are you asking why I didn't kill Lu Guiyan? I naturally know that you gave him the combined technique on the Mysterious Ice Wall."

He stated calmly, without a trace of resentment, "Although Lu Guiyan's internal energy was depleted during the battle at Broken Dragon Gorge, his sword intent was more concentrated and pure than before. If he hadn't mastered the method of unification, given his injuries that day, it would have been impossible for him to recover in such a short time. I guessed it."

Qing Guiyu felt a little uneasy.

Chen Jiansheng looked at her calmly, his expression steady, without a trace of anger at being deceived. "Miss Qing, you only followed the meridians of the technique and used the warm jade needles to cure my cold poison. You're afraid that if I really practiced this technique, I would... bring disaster to the martial arts world, right?"

"What are you doing..." Qing Guiyu subconsciously wanted to refute, but when the words came to his lips, he felt that there was really nothing to hide.

Even in the midst of passion, the most intelligent mind in the world still retains some calm plans.

But after being exposed by him, she felt a little embarrassed, so she nodded and said, "No matter how you think about it, it's because Junior Brother's martial arts are stronger than yours, so it's safer and more reliable."

This was half explanation, half sincerity. Lu Guiyan was a man of calm character, his swordsmanship clear and pure. Having acquired such divine power, he would use it only for the good. But this scourge before him... who knows what shocking things he might do.

But after all, the Cold Marrow Technique was his unique martial art, his famous skill. Having it taken away by her like this, she had expected him to be somewhat unhappy, or even to resort to his jealousy. But Shen Juansheng just looked at her for a long time, then suddenly smiled faintly.

Her face was so gorgeous that it was almost dangerous. He stood up and walked to the window. The moonlight was like a silk thread, draped over him, and cast a faint hazy light on his black clothes.

"Miss Qing," he turned around and looked at her,

"I don't need that set of skills."

He walked towards her, step by step, neither fast nor slow, the golden blade lingering left and right.

"Even if the hands and feet are broken, the tendons and veins are destroyed,"

The young man walked up to her, bent down, and held her face with his cold, slender hands.

"Chen Juansheng." He said softly, "I can protect you too."

…

Qing Guiyu was speechless for a moment.

What is this person bragging about?

She pressed the tip of the purple bamboo flute in her hand against his face, pushing his cheek away a little. It was not for any other reason, but because this deliberately bewitching attitude was too unsettling.

The flute was warm, and when it touched his slightly cool skin, it felt as if there was a thin layer of jade between them.

"Shen Yan, Shen Yan, Shen Yan," she said, without any politeness, "Your father, your father, your father."

There is no doubt that even if Master Jinsheng's martial arts skills were completely destroyed, he could still live a very good life and cause great harm to the world. However, even if he turned the world upside down, he would not be able to protect anyone.

The bewitching gentleness on Shen Juansheng's face faded slightly after she shoved him so rudely, transforming into a sullen expression that could almost be described as aggrieved. He took a half step back, lowered his eyes, and stroked his cheek, which she had pushed away. His voice also dropped.

"That's because it involves you."

He said it a little discouraged, as if he was complaining, but also as if he was confessing helplessly.

Qing Guiyu was stunned and was about to ask him what this had to do with him, but he suddenly raised his head, as if he realized that he had said something wrong, and panic was instantly filled in his eyes.

"I..." He raised his hand and covered his lips with his sleeve.

"Have I... displeased you?"

He leaned over and asked softly, his voice trembling, as if he would shatter into pieces of glass on the spot if she nodded.

Qing Guiyu's heart softened at his appearance, and the urge to teach him a lesson that had just arisen in her mind was suppressed.

The mastermind behind the Heavenly Secrets, Young Master Jin Sheng, could turn the entire martial arts world upside down.

Just as she was about to say something, Chen Juansheng hesitated, as if to make amends or to divert her attention, and took out a piece of paper that was folded a little tightly from his arms and handed it to her.

Anxious.

"Here," he handed the letter over, but he didn't dare to look her in the eye. His eyes averted, only looking at the belt around her waist, "Lu Guiyan sent you a message. He has been killing the old members of the Tianji Pavilion for several days and has tracked down Chen Yan."

Qing Guiyu's heart trembled, and without thinking, he snatched the paper away.

Unfolding it, he saw only a few words and a map drawn in red ink. The writing was sharp and sharp, exactly like that of his junior apprentice brother.

He found Chen Yan.

Qing Guiyu's face darkened instantly, and the confusion he had felt earlier vanished. He clutched the letter tightly and, without hesitation, turned around and was about to leave.

Shen Yan's whereabouts! Junior Brother!

As soon as I moved, I felt the breath behind me, which was originally a little warm, suddenly turned cold.

Without looking back, I knew that the peacock behind me, which had just been wagging its tail, must be dejected at this moment, and its feathers were much duller.

So I stopped, the nameless anger in my heart mixed with the irritation that came from nowhere burning fiercely.

What is this?

Turning around, I saw Chen Juansheng still standing there with his eyes downcast. The moonlight fell on him, making him look a little desolate and lonely.

Alas. Qing Guiyu sighed in his heart.

Whatever, what else can I do with this evil creature I saved? I can't just leave him here and let him suffocate himself back to his half-dead state.

She gritted her teeth and repeated her own name in her heart, reminding herself that business is important, business is important!

But I just couldn't take a step forward.

She raised her head and met his eyes filled with pain.

I really owed him in my previous life!

What a scourge, what a trouble, what a beautiful venomous snake! She cured his illness, but was she also responsible for the decades of sorrow he would endure?

So he walked back quickly, and in his astonished and confused eyes, he grabbed his cold wrist.

The protruding bones of his wrist trembled slightly when they were grasped by her warm hand.

"Go!" she said unhappily, but she used force in her hands to pull him towards her.

Shen Juansheng was caught by her and was stunned.

"you……"

"Don't make me repeat myself." Qing Guiyu didn't even turn around, pulling him out, her voice full of impatience.

"Let's go together. We'll go together from now on."

The person behind her didn't say anything, but the hand she was holding stiffened for a moment, then turned around and held her tightly.

With our palms touching, I could feel his heart beating violently beneath his cold skin, as if it were coming back to life.

Seven years later, she thought so proudly again.

Is it still up to you?