Dongyue Town is a bustling place all year round.
No matter what happens, the people here always maintain an optimistic and positive attitude towards life.
Every shop on the street is open for business as usual. Occasionally, someone with hurried steps and anxious looks would run by. If someone needed help, they could just wave to familiar neighbors and someone would immediately follow.
But today, the noise in the town was much quieter.
Everyone's eyes couldn't help but look towards a certain inn.
Ever since they learned that Yan Huailiu was injured while helping them deal with the demon incident, and now he has become like those missing girls, stupid and silly, these people feel indescribable guilt in their hearts.
They had gathered in front of the inn and wanted to go and see Yan Huailiu, but they were stopped by his disciples whom they had never seen before. They said that their master could not bear the stimulation and they could not be disturbed for the time being.
The people could only wait and speak in much lower voices. If one person in the town spoke a little louder, it would probably be heard by everyone else.
In this situation, Gu Xingyun had to lower his voice.
He had just started practicing and couldn't set up a barrier as easily as Yan Huailiu.
There is no other way except to suppress yourself.
The person on his body was twisting restlessly, and the bowl of porridge was almost knocked over.
The places that he paid little attention to gradually showed signs of waking up.
The unfamiliar feeling left Gu Xingyun, a naive young man who had just reached adulthood but would blush and curse at anyone after reading a popular science book, at a loss.
He is a little fierce and a little crazy, but a lot of his temper is learned from his original body.
As for this kind of youthful love affair, the original owner, with his proud and face-conscious temperament, would definitely not reveal himself in front of his apprentice.
Not to mention Yan Huailiu now.
Even when Yan Huailiu specially gave Gu Xingyun a small science booklet that detailed growth and changes, the latter only glanced at it, understood the basics at most, and put it back in his small cabinet with a curse.
The outer disciples of Yuxu Sect who were of the same age as him had already gathered together to discuss these matters clearly.
They, the direct disciples, don't have a guide with extra knowledge.
The naughty nature in Gu Xingyun's heart was completely worn away by Yan Huailiu.
He put the porridge aside with difficulty and pushed it as far away as possible, his face darkening.
"Master, don't move. This time it's really going to break."
It hurts much more than the time I was hit, but the two kinds of pain are different.
I can’t express how uncomfortable I feel…
Yan Huailiu didn't listen to what he was saying at all.
Gu Xingyun's face flushed red, and he wanted to push the person away, but he couldn't bear to do so.
He couldn't help but groan, and afraid of being heard, he pulled the quilt beside him and bit it in his mouth. It looked like Yan Huailiu was bullying him.
Even though she was in such pain, she still held on to Yan Huailiu.
Although Yan Huailiu was a little stunned, he gave up when he realized that he was doing useless work.
"Hmm... cough, cough..."
Gu Xingyun coughed a few times.
Outside was an almost quiet town, and behind a gate were several fellow apprentices diligently guarding the gate.
Gu Xingyun suppressed all his emotions, hugged Yan Huailiu tightly, leaned close to his ear, and begged in a whisper: "Please, Master..."
His heart was beating wildly. Even though they were so close, Yan Huailiu's heartbeat didn't change at all.
Gu Xingyun couldn't help but pull down Yan Huailiu's already loose collar and whispered, "Master, you left a mark on me, so I'll return one to you, okay?"
He didn't care whether Yan Huailiu answered or not. The familiar fragrance had already made him lose his mind.
He gently kissed the same spot where he had received the sword wound.
Yan Huailiu's body temperature is lower than that of ordinary people. He feels cool and comfortable when held in my arms.
Gu Xingyun had no way of stopping after he touched it. He only retreated reluctantly when a clear red mark appeared on that spot.
"Master." He stretched out his hand and tapped himself, then placed his fingertips on the mark, smiling with eyes shining: "We have the same mark now."
…
He didn't care whether he got a reply or not. He just frowned and lowered his head to mutter to himself: "It still hurts. Are you sick?"
If Yan Huailiu was more sober now, he would definitely laugh out loud when he heard this.
Gu Xingyun slapped himself a little bit, looking at Yan Huailiu in a dignified manner, and then said coquettishly, "Can I give him some spiritual power?"
He held Yan Huailiu's face in his hands, staring intently into those empty eyes, trying to find some light in them: "Please, Master, please wake up and save me, okay? This disciple is in so much pain."
"Master, this disciple is really going to die."
He said it half coquettishly, half jokingly, but there was a real plea in his voice.
Perhaps the joke was too harsh, and there was a slight fluctuation in Yan Huailiu's eyes.
Gu Xingyun, who had been observing him, let go of the man almost immediately, then stepped back a distance and knelt respectfully on the bed. The whole process took no more than two seconds.
Yan Huailiu opened his mouth but no sound came out.
Gu Xingyun held his breath and tried to identify his lip movements.
"No? No what? Master?"
Gu Xingyun asked in a low voice.
Yan Huailiu looked ahead, opening and closing his mouth with difficulty, and finally closed it again, returning to his previous dazed look.
Gu Xingyun's nose was sore, and he felt indescribably uncomfortable. He moved over and gently pulled the corner of Yan Huailiu's clothes: "No, die, Master, you mean, don't let your disciple die, right?"
He really couldn't see through this person.
No, it should be said that he seemed to have never really understood Yan Huailiu.
"Master, I will not die. I will always be by your side."
Gu Xingyun carefully helped him tidy up his clothes, then got out of bed and walked to the other side to tidy himself up, and took the untouched food away.
Then he found a useful tonic from the pile of bottles and jars left by Chang Sui.
"Master, I won't die, so you should get better soon, okay?"
He poured the medicine into his own mouth, then held Yan Huailiu's face and moved closer.
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