The 222nd Hidden Sect Boss's Little Assistant (Sixty-Four)
Having carried so much weight of fate, it's time to return it to its master, Pan Feng.
"If I'm not going out, then you can forget about going out either."
Pan Feng looked at Gu Yanjing's tough expression, but she wasn't in a hurry. She sneered a few times and swung her sword at Gu Yanjing.
Gu Yan raised his sword to block, but was easily knocked away and fell to the ground not far away.
Shao coughed up a mouthful of blood, clutching his chest where he had been hit, feeling a sharp pain.
"Look at you, you've had so many injuries, yet you're still so fragile. You fell down with just one blow. You haven't made any progress at all." Pan Feng landed on the ground, looking at Zhu Que's pale face, and spoke sarcastically.
"Heh, if you've got the guts, then kill me." Gu Yanjing spat out another mouthful of blood and propped himself up to sit up.
Looking at the stubborn young man, Pan Feng felt as if she were seeing herself when she was young.
He kicked the person over again.
When I was just as stubborn, I was imprisoned here by that dead dragon, where I lost track of time and the difference between life and death.
They didn't even know what was happening outside.
Thinking of this, he looked down at the half-dead young man on the ground: "Zu Long, is he still alive?"
Gu Yanjing didn't speak. He took a couple of breaths, forcing himself to stay awake, but his mind became increasingly muddled. In his daze, he seemed to have fallen into a dream again.
"Lu Jiao, Lu Jiao, get up and eat." Gu Yanjing was hit by the blanket covering his face. He instinctively reached for it, but it was forcefully slapped away by a hand.
"Get up! The sun's already high in the sky. I've never seen anyone as lazy as you. You don't do any work, just like a pampered young master."
Lu Lingjun picked up the quilt and took it out to air it in the sun.
It rained yesterday, and the blankets were damp. Last night, this young master complained about the smell of the blankets, but today he slept like a log.
"You talk as if you can do everything just because you're not a young master." Gu Yanjing helplessly got up and rubbed his sleepy eyes.
"Come wash your face and eat quickly, look at how sloppy you are." Lu Lingjun was startled when he saw Gu Yan and took the cushion out with him.
The sun was shining brightly today, and it made everyone's faces turn red.
"Even if I'm a complete slob, I'm still supporting you." Gu Yan rolled his eyes, extremely arrogant.
"Heh, then you stay home today, I'll go out and dig for medicinal herbs myself." Lu Lingjun paused for a moment, then served breakfast to Gu Yanjing.
The little brat who had spent all of his last three copper coins now lived at his house like an octopus, even though he would go up the mountain every day to dig up medicinal herbs to pay the rent and buy groceries.
"Go away, what do you know? Do you even know what Panax notoginseng or Sophora tonkinensis are?" Gu Yanjing took a sip of meat porridge, then spat it out in disgust.
"Other people's cooking skills get better and better, but yours is getting worse and worse."
Seriously, this is going to kill me.
"If you don't want to eat it, then don't eat it. Don't waste it, okay? Look at you, you want to eat meat every day, and I made meat for you but you don't eat it." Lu Lingjun was heartbroken when he saw the meat that Gu Yan had vomited up.
This little brat is incredibly picky.
Gu Yanjing, with her eyes half-open, pushed the bowl out: "Then you eat it."
Lu Lingjun's expression changed: "I won't eat it."
Gu Yanjing sneered: "Aren't you feeling sorry for me?"
Lu Lingjun's lips twitched: "It's not that I'm heartbroken, we actually have some savings at home."
There's no need to be so frugal.
"Heh." Gu Yanjing threw down his chopsticks, pocketed a few copper coins, and turned to leave.
Let's go to Grandma Wang's stall for some tofu pudding.
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