An Zijue's drowsy head leaned against Yun Shu's arms, her body was soft, and she didn't even have the strength to blink her eyelids.

Yun Shu hugged An Zijue, and saw her scarred hands in the afterglow, the wound on her hand was like a long blood-colored centipede extending from her wrist to her fingers, the flesh and blood were blurred, and it was shocking.

He hugged her in his arms in distress and wiped the sweat on her forehead and the blood on the corners of her mouth with his white sleeves.

Only then did he slowly put her on the ground, and after meditating, Yun Shu began to convey internal force to An Zijue, and the white smoke filled the room, and Yun Shu's hand pressed tightly on An Zijue's vest.

His forehead was already covered with sweat.

After a long time, An Zijue's face gradually became rosy, but Yun Shu was so tired that he was out of breath, he let go of his fingers, and An Zijue fell into his arms.

He hugged her tightly and gently held her fingers, for fear of touching the scar on her hand and hurting her.

As soon as he saw these big and small injuries on her body, Yun Shu was angry, he frowned, and looked at the streamer lying on the bed, if the stupid girl left this man, she would not have suffered so much damage.

Looking at the streamer, Yun Shu's eyes were bloodshot, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, he couldn't wait to kill him immediately, this ruthless and unrighteous stinky Taoist.

"Master...... Master Don't Die...... Master don't leave the disciple, woo, Master, the disciple will not trouble you again in the future, the disciple must listen to the master and practice the flying of the sword well...... Master, don't die...... Master......"

An Zijue, who was sleeping, shook her head vigorously, sweating profusely on her forehead, her fingers unconsciously stretched out in the air and grabbed it, and her mouth kept babbling.

Yun Shu looked at her and grabbed her wrist, the wound in this hand must be very painful, he waved his white sleeves and gently stroked the wound on her hand, trying to help her get rid of the wound on her hand.

But to no avail, the flesh around the wound seemed to be cooked and burned, and the wound was like being burned.

However, ordinary wounds are easily healed by spells, and the wounds in her hands are helpless even by spells.

It must not be burned by the popular fire, Yun Shu thought about it for a long time, he couldn't let this stupid girl endure the pain on her hands every day, and now the only way is to go to Qiling Xuanyi.

Yun Shu stretched out his hand, and a white strip of cloth immediately appeared in his palm, and he carefully wrapped the strip of cloth around the wound on An Zijue's hand.

Picked her up sideways and lay on another bed opposite the streamer, stared at her intently for a long time, and when a puff of white smoke cleared, he disappeared.

"Squeak"

The red lacquered wooden door of the room was pushed open, and the man in pink walked in with food in his hand.

Due to some movement, An Zijue was woken up, she opened her heavy eyes, raised her head, and barely sat up, An Zijue was stunned, she found that her hands were wrapped in white silk, the material of the silk was very good, soft and cool, could it be that this silk was bandaged by Yun Shu for herself?

At a glance, Yun Shu's bandaging technique is obviously much better than Master's, at least not like zongzi.

By the way, what about Yunshu and others?

"Girl, you're hungry, come, eat something."

The man in pink brought the food to her bedside, sat down gracefully, and handed it to her.

"Thank you, brother!"

An Zijue raised her face and smiled, looked at the things on the plate, and was surprised, it turned out to be a bun!

These buns are very good-looking, round and slippery, the outer dough is thin, crystal clear, and the filling inside can be vaguely seen through the outer skin, which can be described as an authentic thin skin filling and fragrant.

An Zijue stared blankly at the buns on the plate, salivating three feet, and her stomach couldn't help but "gurgle"

There was a roar, but she just looked at the bun for a long time and didn't move.

It's not that I don't want to eat it, it's just that my hands are bandaged like a white radish, and there is no way to pick up the bun and hand it to my mouth.

"Oh, I forgot you had a wound on your hand."

The man in pink couldn't help but smile, "I might as well feed you." ”

After speaking, his slender, white and bony jade fingers gently picked up a bun and handed it to An Zijue's mouth, half-squinted, looking at her, a warm smile bloomed on his face.

The fragrant hot bun was raised to her lips, and she hesitated for a moment, just thinking that it was a bit troublesome for her brother.

I couldn't stand the temptation of the buns, she opened her mouth wide and bit more than half of it, and after eating it in her mouth, her eyes widened, oh my God!

There are such delicious buns in the world!

It's so delicious that I can't describe it in words.

The man in pink couldn't help but want to laugh when he saw her eating steamed buns, he stretched out his fingers and took off the things that stuck to the corners of her mouth when she ate steamed buns, and asked, "Are the buns I made delicious?" ”

"It's delicious, I swear, it's the best and tastiest bun I've ever had! As long as my brother dares to claim that the buns he makes are the second in the world, absolutely no one dares to call them the first! ”

An Zijue praised with a smile, eating other people's buns, the sycophants are so incisive, haha.

"Yes! Then you can eat more, if it's not enough, 2 brother will make some more. ”

The man looked at her happily, this little girl looked like she was eating buns back then, she also liked to eat the corners of her mouth dirty, and while eating, she kept praising her brother's steamed buns as the best and most delicious in the whole day.

"I like to eat my brother's steamed buns, if only I could eat them every day! Death is also content, hehe. ”

An Zijue grinned with her teeth, and with three strokes and five divisions of two, she ate all the buns on the plate.

The man in pink sneered: "No problem, then you can follow me from now on, and promise to let you eat steamed buns every day." ”

An Zijue hurriedly shook her head, "When Master wakes up, we're going to leave here." ”

Speaking of Master, she turned her head to look at Master on the bed opposite, his complexion was much better, and there should be no major problem.

Then she smiled: "After I finish the important things with the master, I will definitely come here to find my brother!" ”

The man in pink looked at her intently, his deep and beautiful eyes surging like a lake on an autumn night.

It's like looking at an old man I haven't seen for a long time, "Okay, I'll wait for you." ”

"Brother, you are so nice!"

An Zijue burped contentedly after eating all the buns, grinning her teeth, her eyes curved into a small crescent.

"Seeing that your hair is messed up like this, and your hands are injured, let my brother comb your hair for you."

The man in pink put the empty plate in his hand on the table beside him, helped An Zijue up, and sat down next to the dresser.

An Zijue looked at the things on the dresser, there were a lot of rouge gouache used by women, the table was very beautiful, it was made of a precious wood brushed with cinnabar, and the bronze mirror was quite large, it could be seen that although the brother was a man, he had a daughter's heart.

An Zijue looked at herself in the mirror and her brother who was combing her hair with a wooden comb, blinked her big eyes as bright as stars and said, "Brother, you are so good to me, I don't know your name yet." ”

"Twilight Changqing."

The man in pink replied, gently brushing the wooden comb through her black and shiny green hair.

After a long time, Twilight Changqing combed her hair, gently put the wooden comb on the table, and asked with a smile: "Do you like the bun that my brother combed for you?" ”

"Wow! It's so beautiful! ”

An Zijue looked at herself in the mirror happily, Twilight Changqing combed her in a very beautiful bun, and also braided a lot of neat braids, and the bun was full of many beautiful flowers, which made her whole person more refreshed and spiritual.

An Zijue turned around and took Twilight Changqing's hand, and praised him happily: "Brother Changqing, it's so good!" ”

"Girl, my brother wants to know what your name is."

Twilight Changqing looked at her doting eyes and said softly.

"Me, my name is An Zijue."

"Zi Jue? What a strange name. ”

Twilight teased.

"This is the name my father gave me, they said that the purple qi came from the east on the day I was born, which was a sign of peace, so they named me Zijue."

Speaking of this, An Zijue lowered her eyes, in fact, it was not what she said at all, this name was given to her by her father, there was no purple qi coming from the east on the day she was born, only demon qi came in, because there were purple scales in many places on her body and a pair of purple horns, so there was a "purple" in her name

word, and "Jue"

The meaning of the word is a piece of broken jade.

That's why I called her Zijue.

"The name An Zijue is so hard to remember, you like to eat steamed buns so much, why don't you call your brother steamed buns in the future?"

Twilight Changqing hooked his lips and smiled, his appearance was extremely good-looking, and when he laughed, he was like a ghost, such a beautiful person is only to blame for not being a daughter, otherwise the son who proposed marriage would definitely line up a few streets.

"Okay, the buns made by Brother Changqing are so delicious, I think my saliva is flowing out."

"Baozi, I'll make you some steamed buns later, I'll make the buns until I want to vomit."

Twilight stroked her hair and smiled.

She really resembles Ruoli, looking at her and talking to her, it will always remind him of the scene of laughing and playing with Ruoli.

"How can it be, the buns made by Brother Changqing are so delicious, I won't get tired of eating hundreds of them."

Twilight Changqing looked at her with a smile and asked, "Haha, can Baozi really eat hundreds of Baozi?" ”

An Zijue nodded, "As long as it is made by Brother Changqing, you can eat 10,000." ”