Chapter 122 Willingly

Jun Chao knew that he must have a lot of doubts in his mind, but He Cen looked very bad when he just woke up, and it was hard to say whether he had any hidden injuries on his body. Jun Chao didn't want him to worry too much.

After feeding him some nectar, she helped him lie down again, "Don't move. You were badly injured before. Don't worry about it now. Rest well."

"Master has sent a message to the spirit. The three of them will be back soon. Don't worry."

He Cen blinked and said, "I feel fine. I don't seem to be in too much pain, but I feel a little weak."

Jun Chao squeezed his hand distressedly, his tone heavy, "You've been lying down for more than a year, how can you have the strength?"

"Take good care of it. You can't do anything on your own without our consent."

Although there was no major change in his facial features, the self-blame in his eyes could not deceive anyone, and the haggardness in his gaze made He Cen's heart shudder.

He stared at Jun Chao for a while before realizing that he had slept for a whole year.

"Have I been unconscious for so long?"

"I thought I just slept!"

Jun Chao touched his head, his voice indescribably gentle and tender, "Well, what do you think?"

He placed He Cen's hand against his face and pressed it against his face, as if he felt that if he didn't touch it again, he would almost lose the presence of the person in front of him.

"Baby, you scared us to death."

He Cen could of course hear the sadness and pain in his tone, and his heart was in turmoil. It seemed as if he was also infected by Jun Chao's emotions and became a little fragile.

He was not the only one in a panic. When Bei Qi and his two companions came back, they were all in a state of panic and could not calm down at all.

When the fox beauty saw He Cen's innocent little face, she didn't even care about her image. She was usually the most beautiful and romantic person, but now her tears were falling. "My baby~ You finally woke up. I missed you so much, Master."

Bei Qi's nose was red from crying. He held He Cen tightly and was unwilling to let go. He wished he could use his nine tails to wrap the little sword spirit into a ball and not let anyone see it.

He Cen pursed his lips, feeling indescribable, he just couldn't bear to see such a beautiful woman sad.

He raised his hand and gently patted Bei Qi's shoulder, "It's okay, I'm fine, Master, don't cry."

The other three people were upset by the crying of the big fox. Bo Lou pulled him away and stared at He Cen for a long time, his eyes turning slightly red.

"I'm glad you're alright."

He Cen nodded obediently, "It's okay, I'm sorry to have worried you..."

After all, he had just woken up and his body had not recovered well yet. Everyone calmed down a little. Wen Qing sat down and pulled his wrist to feel his pulse.

His expression was a little gentler than usual. "Take good care of him. He can't go out yet."

"Tell Master what you want. You don't have the strength right now, so don't force yourself."

He Cen nodded quietly, looking at everyone with eyes like a pitiful little animal, wet, innocent and pure.

He Cen lay in bed for another two days, still sleeping most of the time. When he was awake, he asked Jun Chao and the others about what happened next. After hearing them say that he and Xiao Hei had merged into one and became the new sword spirit, he was also quite curious.

It's just that he was injured too badly and couldn't feel anything.

Seeing him disappointed, Jun Chao said patiently, "We are here, don't worry, we can still make you well. By then, you will definitely be the most powerful and dazzling sword spirit again."

He Cen held his hand with some concern, "But didn't you say that Xiao Hei was broken?"

"Did you fix it? How did you do it?"

Xiao Hei itself is a very spiritual sword. When He Cen held it, he felt that it was no less powerful than those treasures of the sects in the world of cultivation. Such a sword has great power and must be very difficult to repair.

I really don’t know what price the four masters paid in order to cure him over the past year.

He Cen originally felt that he had taken advantage of the situation, always troubled a few big guys to take care of him, and now he was dragging around in a sickly body, and he felt really bad.

He wanted to know what high-quality materials those people used to repair his sword so that he could work hard to repay the favor in the future.

Ke Junchao paused for a moment, then just helped him lie down, comforted him and told him to have a good rest, without saying anything else.

The hidden things made He Cen even more concerned. Although he was simple in daily life, he was still sensitive. The more Jun Chao kept silent, the more he felt that something was wrong.

Wen Qing came to accompany him in the evening, and he couldn't help asking the question again. Normally, the big boss in the ghost world doted on him very much, and Wen Qing would never refuse as long as he begged him for something.

But this time, just like Jun Chao, he kept silent and told him not to think too much about it.

He Cen felt a little aggrieved, but he also had a rough idea, "Is it very difficult for you to raise me?"

"I was seriously injured. It must have taken a lot of effort to save me, right?"

His tone was pitiful, and he was also very cautious, as if he was afraid of annoying others. Wen Qing felt very soft-hearted and gently touched his face, "You are daydreaming again."

"As long as your life is safe, it will be a great joy for us. We are willing to pay any price."

"Don't think about it. Just go to sleep. You just woke up. How can you be healthy if you are so worried?"

He Cen stretched out his hand and shook it, "Master, I can't seem to feel any spiritual power anymore, is it possible that I can't practice anymore?"

Wen Qing pushed his hand back out of the quilt. "Who said that? You are so talented. You are the only divine sword spirit in the world. There is no place where you can't practice?"

"Just take care of it, it will get better."

He Cen didn't say anything, but looked at Wen Qing with a pair of clear eyes like glass. The big boss in the ghost world was overwhelmed by his gaze.

She raised her hand to cover his eyes, "It's no use trying to be cute. I won't tell you."

He Cen pouted unhappily, "Humph, you guys have a little secret, but you didn't tell me."

"I just took a nap and you all started to exclude me."

Wen Qing was helpless, so he pulled the quilt that covered his face upwards, and said with a hint of smile, "Stop pretending, and go to sleep obediently."

He Cen couldn't pry open their mouths, so he had to give up. Wen Qing had tried it, and he wanted to try Bo Lou. After all, the Demon Lord had a hot temper and might not be able to keep secrets.

But Bo Lou had also become smart. As soon as He Cen asked, he immediately put He Cen in someone else's arms and said, "Stop asking me questions."

"Go play with those who are more thoughtful."

It made several people couldn't help laughing.

There was nothing he could do about them, and no matter how cute he tried, He Cen could only sigh and give up. He would first take good care of himself and see how he recovered.

Seeing that he had calmed down, the four of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Now that the five of them are secluded from the world, He Cen is still quite obedient. He is taken care of by the four masters in turn every day, which makes him very worry-free.

After being able to get out of bed, he didn't run around anymore. Instead, he leaned close to a few people, like a human-shaped pendant, following them wherever they went.