Since that day, since Purple Lotus brought me back to Lingyun Mountain from Meng Shao's mansion, I haven't seen him again.

In the past few days, lying on the bed all day long, I was restless, holding the book collected from the world in my hand, reading it over and over again, and when I saw it more times, I could remember the love story in the book, and my heart became more and more irritable.

When I saw a disciple coming to serve me medicine, tea, and food, I couldn't help but ask a few questions. Unexpectedly, the disciple first looked at me a few times in a daze, and then quietly took the plate and the bowl and floated out of Qingshui Building, leaving me alone to continue to be in a daze.

I sighed sadly, wondering why I could scare a big living person into speechlessness.

Drowsiness hit, I fell asleep on the couch, and in the hazy I heard a 'uncle' whispering softly in my ears, the voice was sweet and glutinous, soft and soft, seven points of coquettish taste and three points of temptation.

When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by a pink and tender little fleshy face, blinking big round eyes to the side of the bed and staring at me.

"Pink?"

I couldn't help but be a little surprised to see that it was him.

Thinking that I had only been in the master for a few days, and before I could get acquainted with the senior brothers and sisters and nephews of the various halls, Zilian took me down the mountain to travel in the world. And this so-called travel, in fact, is just going to two places, a beauty pavilion, almost making the demon king mistakenly think that I was going to rob other people's ladies. One is the residence of Linxian, a mansion of fallen immortals, which also makes people misunderstand, thinking that I am going to take advantage of other people's pregnant little wives.

When I returned to the mountain gate, I was seriously injured, Zilian was afraid that I would avoid me and refuse to see me, which made me mentally exhausted, and I thought that I would be stuck in this room and moldy, but I didn't think that this time the fan who was bullied by me would appear next to my bed at this time. At this moment, he was looking at me with a sad look on his face, his eyes slightly reddened.

It really means that there is true love in the world, and there is true love in the mountains! My heart warmed, and I didn't think much about it, and just as I was about to raise my hand to pinch his little meat bun face, a piercing pain felt in my chest again.

It's just like breaking my muscles and bones, it seems that I really hurt a lot this time!

"Uncle Junior."

The big pink eyes were red again, the small thick eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and the eyes were fixed on me. To my surprise, this fan Dudu didn't come forward to care about me, but turned around and ran out with his calves in his legs, screaming loudly as he ran, "Master, Master is not good, Uncle Xiao is dying." ”

Die? Hearing Fan Dudu say this, a wave of anger suddenly welled up in my heart. I'm, I'm really! It's just an injury, and this little fat man is going to curse me like this. My chest rose and fell because of anger, and a cone stabbing pain came, and I gritted my teeth and gasped in pain, and I almost fell out of bed.

After a while, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, small and small, not like only one person walking. I glanced over and saw a man in an embroidered bamboo blue shirt walking in with a pink tudu.

Looking at his outfit, as well as the master who shouted out of his mouth when Fan Dudu rushed out of the door, I am sure that this man is undoubtedly a disciple of Yuanxu Sect.

As soon as I thought of why I was seriously injured and bedridden now, and why Zilian avoided me and didn't want to see me, I felt an inexplicable hostility towards this man in the embroidered bamboo and blue shirt.

"Talking nonsense, little one, you are talking nonsense again."

As he spoke, the man in the embroidered bamboo blue shirt reached out and poked the little pink face with his fingers.

"Little junior brother, are you feeling better?"

The man in the embroidered bamboo shirt was familiar with it, put the powder aside, came over and grabbed my hand, which startled me.

"You...... Who are you? I looked at him nervously, trying to pull my hand back, but his strength was too great for me to pull him.

"Me!" He smiled, stretched out his hand to straighten a few strands of hair on his sideburns, and said, "The eldest disciple of Yuanxu Shangzun is also the third loser, and the junior brother will call me the third lost senior brother in the future." ”