Chapter 63 Healing Jun's Wounds—that's Heng Qichun's trump card! ...
The snow fell heavier and heavier.
Heng Qichun had no memory of anything, which made Lou Yan even more convinced that she could not leave him on the snowy mountain surrounded by demons.
Fortunately, Heng Qichun had lost his memory, which made it easier for Lou Yan to fly down the mountain on his sword as quickly as possible, so that his master would no longer suspect that he had learned the sword-flying technique behind his back.
Now that Xuanwu has fallen, demons roam the foot of the Four Symbols Mountain, and it is unknown what the situation is like in the human world.
Heng Qichun was clearly very ill. Even after taking the Meng Po soup, he couldn't even perform the magic incantation to circulate his spiritual power. Lou Yan had no choice but to carry him around the foot of the Four Symbols Mountain and search for him. Surprisingly, they found a bamboo house at the foot of the mountain without any trouble.
The dwelling was simple and looked like it had been temporarily built by people who were resting there.
When Lou Yan approached, he noticed that there were still many warm sun charms on it that had not been removed. Although it was drafty, there was no sense of coldness at all.
Overjoyed, he momentarily forgot to investigate who would be so idle as to set up talismans and barriers here.
He broke through the water-like barrier with a single hand gesture, lifted Heng Qichun by the lower back and placed him on the bed. Just as he was about to turn around to close the door, he heard Heng Qichun groan behind him and fall off the bed.
Lou Yan was startled and quickly turned around to look.
Heng Qichun had already fallen halfway off the bed, and his already tattered clothes were torn open again, revealing mottled bite marks on his fair skin.
He was half-lying on the edge of the bed, supporting himself with one hand, his brow slightly furrowed, as if he had been hurt in the fall, and his eyes were even a little red.
"Tsk." Lou Yan clicked his tongue, suddenly feeling that his master was probably the most difficult person to serve in the world.
He used to pretend to be cold and indifferent because he was a high-ranking god in the eighteen realms. Only after losing his memory could he truly show some genuine feelings.
What can we do now?
We can't just leave someone who has lost their memory at the foot of the Eighteen Realms Mountain. If word gets out, the sect will laugh their heads off!
Lou Yan sighed silently, resignedly stepped forward to help Heng Qichun up from the ground, and supported his arm to help him back onto the bed. In his heart, he became more and more certain that he was a good wolf with benevolence and morality.
Lou Yan's arm barely brushed against the bed when he suddenly pulled his hand back and couldn't help but let out a "whoosh".
My fingertips were burning, and the entire back of my hand was stinging with a burning sensation, causing a spasm in my muscles.
Damn it!
What a pervert! Setting up a barrier on the bed!
No wonder Heng Qichun fell off the bed.
Lou Yan half-pulled his master into his arms, blew on the back of his sore hand, and then broke the barrier on the bed again.
He ran his hands over the small bamboo bed, making sure there was no more spiritual energy left on it, before he could safely carry Heng Qichun back to the bed.
"Are you hurt?" he asked, bending down.
Heng Qichun leaned back on the soft pillows of the bamboo couch, his body slightly leaning forward, adopting a posture of bowing and coughing.
The scab on a wound on my chest was rubbed off, and fresh blood seeped out again, causing goosebumps to rise all over the surrounding skin.
But after that bout of coughing, he straightened up, clutched his chest with one hand, and shook his head at Lou Yan with a pale face, his eyes lowered, saying meekly, "I'm fine..."
His voice was hoarse, with the lingering sound of a cough.
"Aren't you injured?"
Lou Yan looked at him, half of his body leaning against the bamboo couch, silent, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart again.
That's all.
It seems that even if he loses his memory, he won't change; he's still the same strong-willed person who's used to putting on a show in front of others.
The barrier just now seemed to have been set up by someone from the immortal sect. He was only accidentally burned on the back of his hand and was in excruciating pain, but Heng Qichun had pressed his entire body against it!
If he says he's fine, then he definitely isn't really fine.
In both his lifetimes, Lou Yan had rarely been able to stand before the bed with his arms crossed and look down at his master like this. He hummed and thought for a while, his gaze involuntarily falling on Heng Qichun's trembling buttocks and legs.
His master doesn't know how to use spiritual power now, so if he's really injured, it's more important to heal him as soon as possible.
but……
Lou Yan looked up and suddenly met Heng Qichun's clear but still dignified eyes, which had lost their majesty. He silently gave up the idea of tearing off his master's clothes.
— He was punished by Heng Qichun to kneel because of this incident in Huatan Town last time, which is a memory he will never forget.
So Lou Yan thought for a moment and decided to wait until the person was sound asleep before taking off their clothes to take a look.
Lou Yan was lost in thought and didn't notice that Heng Qichun had moved to kneel by the bed and grabbed his clothes with one hand.
My wrist felt heavy.
Lou Yan looked down following the force and saw that Heng Qichun was gripping his sleeves with both hands, her eyes bright and clear, still with a very serious expression.
He opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice, "Yes..."
He turned over and touched the back of his body, where his hips and legs met, and then, under Lou Yan's gaze, he untied the belt around his waist.
It was nearing dusk.
Countless glittering white snowflakes filtered through the bamboo groves, illuminating the bamboo room as bright as day.
Lou Yan used this sliver of snow light to see Heng Qichun's actions clearly.
With her clothes off, a large expanse of delicate skin between her buttocks and legs was revealed. Heng Qichun bent one leg, making that expanse of skin even more visible.
There was a red and swollen area where the buttocks and legs met, and the most serious part even had several burn marks, just like the wound on the back of Lou Yan's hand. It was obviously burned by the barrier just now.
Lou Yan stared at that spot, his brow twitching violently.
He stood strong and calm, his two arms clasped tightly together in front of his chest, his hands, hidden in his sleeves, were already covered in a thin layer of sweat.
Save the wolves.
In this situation, he had no time to praise himself for guessing correctly; he only felt that the slightest carelessness could lead to his immediate death.
That's Heng Qichun!
The last god in the human realm, the supreme deity of the number one sect in the cultivation world, the Eighteen Realms, and his master!
That's Heng Qichun's thigh!
Even in Tan Qiqi's dream, where he almost had physical intimacy with Heng Qichun, he never saw his master's place.
Last time, he only took off his clothes under the pretense of checking his injuries, and Heng Qichun ordered him to kneel for a long time as punishment. Now that he has seen his master naked, won't he be beaten to death with sticks?
Even a wolf cub, who is devoid of human emotions, understands that this is utterly rebellious.
Lou Yan, fearing death, simply closed his eyes and knelt down in front of Heng Qichun's bed with a "plop." He racked his brains and barely managed to utter two sentences: "Master, please forgive me!"
"I was blind just now, I didn't see anything!"
There was no response.
There seemed to be rustling sounds coming from the bamboo couch, like the sound of clothes being tugged.
Lou Yan's eyes twitched slightly. She tentatively lifted one eyelid to take a look, then decisively opened her eyes.
Heng Qichun frowned slightly, his face still as white as snow, and he was angrily putting on his underpants and outer robe one by one.
"Master?"
"You're the one who asked me." Heng Qichun turned his head away from Lou Yan, tying his own belt, and after a long silence he said in a low voice, "I showed you, but you didn't look."
Lou Yan: "..."
Lou Yan felt that he had just talked a lot of nonsense.
Even though Heng Qichun has lost his memory, he still has a strong personality. This is not the same person he used to be!
The wolf's head spun rapidly, and it lunged forward to block Heng Qichun's fingers as he struggled to tie his belt.
His fingertips touched something icy cold, and he slowly but firmly separated Heng Qichun's ten fingers, making him press both of his hands onto the couch.
Lou Yan pinched the corner of Heng Qichun's underpants, raised his burning eyes to look at his master, and coaxed him very gently, "I was wrong, can I look now?"
Heng Qichun scrutinized him carefully for a while, and seeing that he didn't seem to be faking it, he nodded sullenly.
Without Lou Yan having to lift a finger, he reached out and pulled the piece of clothing down again, turning to the side so Lou Yan could see the injuries on his buttocks and legs.
This action made the burn more visible.
Lou Yan didn't dare to get on the bed. Instead, she knelt down next to the footstool by the bed, lowered her head, and stared at the wound carefully for a while, successfully suppressing the urge to lick it.
Actually, it was just a burn from the barrier; such an injury would never have caught Heng Qichun's eye before.
But things are different now.
Lou Yan exhaled softly, maintaining a bowed posture towards the couch, then decisively closed his eyes and sifted through the fragments of "The Record of Heavenly Secrets" that he had been copying for nearly a month not long ago.
He opened his eyes, slowly raised his hands to form a hand seal, and muttered incantations.
"When the mind is clear and the meridians return to their origin, the vital energy endures, and all evils cannot invade."
Healed!
The Rejuvenation Formula.
As the spiritual energy flowed down, the burn on Heng Qichun's leg healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the tender skin immediately became smooth as before, with no trace of the burn visible.
As the sharp pain subsided, Heng Qichun's slightly furrowed brows relaxed instantly. He tentatively reached out to touch the skin beneath his buttocks, and his previously dazed eyes suddenly brightened.
"That's amazing!" he said.
Lou Yan had never been praised so directly by his master in either of his two lives. He was flattered and choked for a long time, clutching his messy hair, before waving his hand like the humans in the human realm who liked to flatter each other, "Hey~ it's just a low-level spell."
Heng Qichun continued to stare at him with her eyes wide open. After a moment, she nodded firmly and, without even pulling up her pants, actually reached out and untied the belt in front of her shirt.
A vast expanse of spring light suddenly spilled out, a thin layer of skin covering flesh and bone, the grooves on the lower abdomen clearly defined, and upon closer inspection, one could even perceive the trembling of the muscles.
Heng Qichun didn't understand why Lou Yan kept staring at his lower abdomen. He pursed his lips, raised his hand and slapped Lou Yan's head, his tone slightly reproachful, "I didn't tell you to look there."
Lou Yan, rubbing her sore head, looked up and saw Heng Qichun pointing to her chest.
“I mean here…” Heng Qichun lowered his head, staring at the horrifying bloodstain on his chest, and pondered seriously, “It looks like I was bitten by someone. You’re so skilled, could you help me heal it?”
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Author's Note: Heng Qichun: I woke up to find that my grandfather's lover had been bitten...
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