But Wei Qinghe was nervous.
Fuyue Daozun said, "It's nothing, just a minor injury. I was careless when breaking through the secret realm earlier."
Actually, this injury could be easily resolved by taking some pills refined by Wei Qinghe and using a simple healing spell.
Wei Qinghe didn't care about anything else; she was busy feeding Fuyue Daozun pills and applying medicine.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Daoist Fuyue didn't forget to give Qi Cheng a provocative look back.
Snap!
The chopsticks in Qi Cheng's hand broke.
However, Wei Qinghe paid no attention to him and continued to apply medicine to Daoist Fuyue.
Daoist Fuyue smiled with satisfaction. He was already very handsome, and when he was young, he was teased by other cultivators. After he taught the cultivators a lesson, he stopped smiling so much.
However, Wei Qinghe was an exception.
Therefore, in the eyes of everyone except Wei Qinghe, he was a cold and ruthless person who only knew about swords and the way of the sword.
Fang Yun's bad mood was once again swept away by the childish behavior of these two grown men.
So this is how ridiculous it is for men to compete for favor.
Qi Cheng had no appetite at all, so he simply went to the other side of the spirit boat to sulk.
Fang Yun awkwardly chased after him with the roast duck in her hand.
"Qi Cheng, what are you doing?"
Fang Yun tore off a roasted duck leg for him, but when he didn't take it, she ate it herself.
“We’ve been in the secret realm for so long, it’s already lucky we haven’t starved to death. This was specially prepared for you by Sister Qinghe. Are you sure you don’t want to eat it? This is Sister Qinghe’s kind gesture.”
Looking at his favorite roast duck, Qi Cheng was reminded of Wei Qinghe's childhood.
When she was a child, Wei Qinghe said she would find the most delicious roast duck for her fifth senior brother.
The junior sister always remembered that he liked to eat roast duck.
He took the roast duck from Fang Yun and ate it carefully; it tasted really good.
Fang Yun looked into his eyes and said seriously, "Daoist Fuyue is the number one sword cultivator. Looking at the entire Tianyuan Continent, who else do you think is worthy of Sister Qinghe besides him?"
Before Qi Cheng could answer, Fang Yun continued, "Although you are the best man in my eyes, I have to admit that he is the number one sword cultivator. Qi Cheng, I understand that you feel sorry for Qinghe."
"But didn't you notice that Sister Qinghe also likes Daoist Fuyue?"
"Their being together is like us being together, so why are you objecting?"
Qi Cheng stared blankly at Fang Yun, his cheeks and ears turning red.
He knew that alchemists were the most vulnerable, but Fang Yun said he was the best man.
The junior sister being with Daoist Fuyue is just like him being with Fang Yun.
My heart, which had been feeling blocked, suddenly felt clear.
Yes, in the entire Tianyuan Continent, apart from Daoist Fuyue, who else could possibly be worthy of their junior sister?
But the feeling of raising a cabbage only to have it coveted by a pig is really unpleasant.
It's not that Daoist Fuyue is bad; he just feels that his junior sister deserves better.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Fang Yun stopped talking and just urged him to eat, "Eat, it won't taste as good if it gets cold."
"Okay, you eat too." Qi Cheng gave another duck leg to Fang Yun.
...
Wei Qinghe has already treated Fuyue Daozun's wounds.
Fuyue Daozun lowered his eyes and watched Wei Qinghe busy at work, his smile growing deeper.
It felt good to be cared for by Wei Qinghe like this.
Looking at Wei Qinghe's moist, bright red lips, his breath hitched slightly.
He then pulled Wei Qinghe into his arms with a forceful movement.
A kiss suddenly landed, pressing precisely on those moist lips.
He used to spend every day with Wei Qinghe, but after being separated for the past few days, he finally understood what the pain of longing was.
Wei Qinghe hadn't expected her master to suddenly kiss her.
Although I don't mind, we're still on the spirit boat, and my fifth senior brother and Fang Yun are still here.
She pushed hard against Daoist Fuyue's muscular chest, indicating that there were still people on the spirit boat.
Fuyue Daozun certainly knew what Wei Qinghe meant; he simply couldn't help but want to express his longing.
He wouldn't actually do anything unspeakable to Wei Qinghe here.
He ended the kiss with lingering reluctance and released Wei Qinghe.
Furthermore, the poison of the mimosa flower wouldn't be so easily activated.
He gently stroked Wei Qinghe's lips twice. "Eat a little more and then go rest."
Wei Qinghe blushed and sat back down, starting to eat half-heartedly.
His gaze kept falling on Daoist Fuyue, as if he were guarding against a sudden attack.
Fuyue Daozun acted as if nothing was wrong, continuing to pick fish bones, peel shrimp, and serve vegetables to Wei Qinghe.
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