The sick male protagonist who loves to contradict his master (110)



The action and tone are too coquettish.

Pian Sijiu was the most susceptible to this. He rubbed his head, and couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth. "Don't think you can get away with it by acting like a spoiled child. I still remember how you whipped me."

Shen Xinghe paused and said, "I didn't. I drew Master's clothes."

After making such an excuse, I realized that this seemed to be even worse than beating her.

"Well, you admitted it yourself, that's good."

Shen Xinghe: “…”

"Master, my back hurts~"

This is such an abrupt change of subject.

Si Jiu knew it well, but didn't argue with him at this time. He looked at his back as he said. Sure enough, there was a long sword wound under the torn clothes. The scar was very deep, and the skin and flesh were rolled up. There was a whip wound on the edge of the wound. The area around the rolled up skin turned purple and swollen.

The bloody wounds were truly shocking.

"Why isn't the pill working?" Si Jiu frowned.

"It's working." Shen Xinghe just wanted to change the subject, but seeing her distress and reluctance, he quickly said, "It's just that ordinary pills take a long time to work, so it's not that painful."

"Get up, I'll treat your wound." Si Jiu patted his head.

Shen Xinghe sat up slowly and reluctantly. Si Jiu pulled his arm and pulled him up from the ground. He looked at the Emperor and asked, "Can I borrow a room?"

"Master, you can finally see me now."

The Emperor's smile was cold. Looking at the hand of his master holding Shen Xinghe, his eyes were even colder than his smile.

Shen Xinghe noticed it, so he leaned half of his body weight on his master, his head still resting on her shoulder. He tilted his head and looked away to meet his future self with the same cold eyes.

Shen Xinghe has always been very talented in making his love rivals angry to death.

Sure enough, the Emperor's eyes became even redder, and the masseter muscles on his cheeks bulged.

"There is no place in Youzhu Palace that Master cannot go to. Master, please feel free to do as you please. There is no need to ask me."

The Emperor walked towards Si Jiu with his long legs. Under Shen Xinghe's alert gaze, he suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm and lifted him off his master.

"Master, he has only a few minor injuries. There's no need for you to personally apply medicine."

As he spoke, under Si Jiu's watchful eyes, he turned his palm and placed it on Shen Xinghe's back. Strands of demonic power emanated from his palm and wrapped around the wounds. The wounds began to heal rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Emperor sneered, "It's well known that dragons have remarkable self-healing and recovery abilities. How can a mere sword wound be considered so serious? Isn't that right? Xing, 'er!"

Sijiu: “…Oh.”

You've deprived me of the pleasure of kissing, hugging, and lifting up those cute little boys.

Shen Xinghe narrowed his eyes, "...Heh."

You may not know that you have ruined Master's good mood.

After the treatment, the Emperor threw Shen Xinghe away with a flick of his hand and took his master's hand with his other hand, "Master, I'll show you the room."

Shen Xinghe stepped in front of the two men and said, "What are you looking at in broad daylight? You are worse than beasts."

"That's better than you sneaking into Master's room in the dark. You're worse than an animal."

Sijiu: "..."

"I'll go and see for myself."

She pulled her hand out of the Emperor's hand, looked at the Emperor, then looked at Zizi, and felt that the scene of the teenage Shen Xinghe and the young Shen Xinghe standing face to face with swords drawn was too shocking.

Think about their personalities...

My head hurts.

So she put on her masterly airs and said seriously, "You two probably have a lot to talk about, so have a good chat. But no fighting. Get along with each other in a friendly way."

After saying this, he patted the Emperor's shoulder, rubbed the baby's head, and walked away.

She didn't know that her back actually had a bit of a "slipping away" meaning.

Emperor: “Heh…”

Shen Xinghe; “Hehe…”

They were fed up with each other and walked away with a cold snort.

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