When Si Jiu returned, he saw Shen Xinghe still outside as expected.
He probably didn't dare to enter any of the rooms here, nor did he dare to leave. He simply huddled under the sycamore tree in the yard, leaning against the trunk, one leg bent, holding the jade bottle given by the wine steward in his hand, his eyes closed, looking very tired.
Si Jiu restrained his breath and then slowly walked towards him.
Afraid of scaring him.
He really looks too thin.
He was twelve, almost thirteen, but the height of a seven or eight year old. There was no flesh on his face, and his chin was so sharp that it seemed like it could kill someone. His complexion was also very bad, with a dull look that came from long-term malnutrition.
But even so, he is not ugly.
It just makes Sijiu feel sad.
Well, in addition to putting how to improve the image in the little apprentice's mind as the first agenda, now there is a second agenda of how to make the little apprentice fat.
Moreover, these two items cannot be done in a way that arouses suspicion.
Dogs are better than sweet dreams! (Get the achievement of daily insulting the host)
Shen Xinghe remained alert even when he fell asleep, perhaps because he was in Ning Qingmeng's yard.
That's why he woke up suddenly when Sijiu approached.
The moment he woke up, his eyes were sharp, strong and violent. In just a moment, when Si Jiu blinked, he saw the trembling and even timid Shen Xinghe again.
"Master... Master."
He hurriedly stood up and was about to kneel down reflexively, but perhaps he suddenly remembered what Sijiu had warned him about, so he quickly changed his action and stood up.
He didn't stand very straight, with his shoulders slightly hunched and his head lowered, a habitual posture that tried to reduce his presence.
Sijiu felt sad again.
But she still had to act cool.
"I told you to heal your wounds, but you're sleeping here. What's the matter? Do you think I've been so kind to you these past two days that you've dared to disobey me so many times?"
"No, I dare not. It's... I don't know where to stay."
"There are so many rooms here, but you insist on sleeping under this tree."
Shen Xinghe felt Ning Qingmeng's eyes, always filled with arrogance and contempt, fall upon him. His fingers gripping the jade bottle unconsciously tightened, and he bit his lip. Trying to steady his voice, he whispered, "Disciple acknowledges his sins. Master, please punish me."
Sijiu: Damn it.
"Now that your injuries are healed, go practice swordplay."
"Yes." Shen Xinghe turned around and was about to leave when he heard a voice behind him, "Practice here!"
Somehow, I felt a sense of exasperation. Her tone was clearly the same as before.
This discovery even made him curl the corners of his lips slightly.
But the next moment he reacted. How could he be so moved by her?
He immediately pressed the corners of his lips and turned back.
"This... Master, I'll return the pill to you. Thank you for the medicine."
Sijiu glanced coldly at the medicine bottle in his hand and said, "Here you go."
Shen Xinghe seemed very surprised, even forgetting to lower his head. He raised his head and looked straight at her, "To your disciple?"
His eye sockets were a bit deep, and his pupils were very black, appearing particularly profound. Looking straight at him like that, Si Jiu actually felt as if he was being seen through.
She was shocked for a moment, and a look of contempt flashed in her eyes. "Do you think I would take what others have left?"
His eyelashes trembled, as if he was lost and a little hurt. He slowly withdrew his outstretched hand and said softly, "Is that so... I am the one who is stupid."
Sijiu: Damn!
I can't bear to see him like this, I feel sad and upset.
She simply pretended to be impatient, turned around and left.
But he came back soon after, took out a sword and threw it at Shen Xinghe, "Because you won't have another excuse to disobey me when I come to check later."
His sword had broken when he was fighting against the monster in the back mountain.
It was originally just an ordinary sword.
This time she really left.
Shen Xinghe held a priceless elixir in one hand and a spiritual sword overflowing with spiritual energy in the other.
Looking at the two things in his hands, then looking at the direction Ning Qingmeng left, he curled his lips again.
"It's really... so interesting."
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