"At such a critical moment, you still don't know how to restrain yourself. How many of your disciples have enough lives for you to abuse? He's so badly injured that he can barely stand, and yet he still has to bring you food!"
Baili Changhuan looked at the delicious food on the table and gasped for breath.
"How can you still eat!"
Yan Huailiu picked out a key piece of information from this output: "Who is so seriously injured?"
The expression is one of genuine innocence and confusion.
Baili Changhuan was choked and speechless.
After a long moment, he pointed a trembling finger at Yan Huailiu: "I knew you were a heartless person, but I never thought you could be so cold-blooded! Xingyun has been injured in the foundation. If I hadn't met him by chance today and kindly examined and treated him, he would have been collecting his body in a few days!"
Yan Huailiu was stunned: "Gu Xingyun? Isn't he fine?"
"Alright? Huh? Alright? In your eyes, anyone who can still stand is the best, right?"
Baili Changhuan stood up and looked at him with a look of extreme disgust. "I thought you had changed your nature and would even save your enemies. I didn't expect... I should have guessed it earlier. You, Yan Huailiu, are the type who won't do anything without profit. I guess there must be something you care about in Shuijing City."
"No, you misunderstood, I just..." Yan Huailiu tried to explain.
But my junior brother no longer wants to listen.
"If you don't like your disciples, you can just expel them from the sect and give them a chance to live. There's no need to torture them. If you want to vent your unhappiness, I'm always here to accompany you!"
After saying that, he just turned around and left, slamming the door loudly.
After being scolded, Yan Huailiu lost his appetite.
He stared at the dishes in front of him and began to daydream.
Finally I remembered what I had overlooked.
When he first came through, Gu Xingyun had been tortured for some time and did not look very sober.
But before long, she was serving him as if nothing had happened.
Perhaps it was because the apprentice acted too normally that he didn't notice that something was wrong with him.
but……
Damage to the foundation?
Was there this paragraph before?
He remembered that Baili Changhuan only appeared on the last day of the Immortal Sect Conference. It seemed that he was there to help his cheap disciples out of trouble?
It seems that this junior master is quite good.
If Gu Xingyun was really injured that seriously, it's no wonder that he couldn't withstand a single move during the competition that day.
What are you thinking? Even if you weren't injured, you wouldn't be able to withstand one move.
If we want to successfully influence these little villains, it seems we have to start by teaching them how to cultivate themselves?
Yan Huailiu put his hand on his forehead: How could he be someone's master?
"I don't want to die in this damn place. If Bald Bald comes back one day and can't find me, he'll definitely be worried."
When Yan Huailiu thought of the eagle that flew to his balcony every few months to eat and drink, he wanted to leave to the extreme.
"I don't know if the tuft of hair on his bald head has grown back. Forget it, it's useless to think about it now. How did that cheap disciple get his foundation damaged? Let me think about what to do."
On the other side, Gu Xingyun, who had been dawdling on the road for a long time, finally discovered the trace of his uncle flying away.
From a distance, his uncle didn't seem to be injured.
"As expected of Junior Master, he's quite durable."
Gu Xingyun pinched off the most gorgeous flower beside him and clapped his hands nonchalantly: "It's time to help Master clean up the mess."
The expected chaos did not occur.
The table was there properly, and only some of the food was missing.
His master had his back to him, seemingly searching for something.
Gu Xingyun frowned and called out, "Master, disciple is here to clean up."
"Come in."
Yan Huailiu spoke calmly, and after he stepped into the room, he said again: "Come here."
Gu Xingyun's footsteps paused for a moment, his body suddenly tensed up, and he held his breath as he moved forward.
Just as he was about to kneel, Yan Huailiu grabbed his arm and threw him onto a chair: "Stretch out your hand."
The completely commanding tone made Gu Xingyun unable to help but close his eyes and stretched out his hands resignedly. There was only one thought in his mind: Fortunately, the half bottle of Rejuvenating Liquid had not been given away. If the master wanted to cripple his hands, those things should be able to save him a little.
The imagined pain did not come.
Yan Huailiu's puzzled voice came from my ears: "Why are you stretching it so high? One is enough. It's not like I'm giving you a gift..."
Gu Xingyun was stunned.
The voice continued: "First of all, I'm not familiar with this. If you feel uncomfortable, tell me immediately, okay?"
A strange touch came from the wrist and gradually flowed throughout the body along the meridians.
Gu Xingyun was so shocked that he lost his composure.
Some people can't believe it.
This situation... seems to be the same as when we rescued City Lord Yu.
He looked at the thin golden light on his body, and then turned his gaze to Yan Huailiu's face with his eyes closed.
Is this to heal his wounds?
No, it's impossible.
How could Yan Huailiu heal him?
How could his master, who was so profit-driven, heal him without any benefit?
The scene of being called a waste in the past flashed through my mind again.
Gu Xingyun's eyes flickered as he tried to convince himself that this was a conspiracy.
But the unprecedented feeling of comfort in his body hinted that his master was indeed saving him.
Why?
“Master…”
Gu Xingyun couldn't help but shout out.
The next second, Yan Huailiu opened his eyes, his expression somewhat nervous: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Wait, I'll withdraw right away."
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