"Go down!" Rong Qianxun looked at Lan Qi'er in front of him in a cold voice.

Lan Qi'er hesitated slightly, glanced at Su Yunge on the bed, and stopped talking with her lips.

"What else?" Rong Qianxun asked without raising his eyebrows.

Lan Qi'er felt that the temperature of the air around her dropped suddenly, and she stiffened her neck and replied:

"Master, you'd better not touch her too much. Once the effect of the medicine has passed, the pain caused by the wound is unimaginable, and the slightest touch will affect her. ”

As soon as Lan Qi'er finished speaking, she ran out of the room, and it had used all her courage and strength to say this.

She can't blame her, it's really the master's eyes that are like eating the girl on the bed, she is afraid that if the master is impulsive, if something goes wrong with the girl's injury, she will have to do it again, and she will have to enjoy the master's hellish eyes of ice and fire again.

"Lan Qi'er, are you alright?" As soon as Liu Manzi saw Lan Qi'er walking out of the room intact, his tense breath immediately relaxed.

It's a lie to say not to be nervous, and it's never been so nervous as it is today.

That scene is vivid in my mind this morning.

In the morning, as usual, he teased a few maids of Qionghuayuan, sorted out the herbs, and then gave a few lessons with the disciples.

Just when the water was shining and clear, suddenly there was a thunderclap on the ground.

"Liu Manzi, hurry up and take your Lan Qi'er to the master, the master has spoken, and if it is a moment late, the ghost doctors will be killed."

Mom, what a big deal is this, he actually used this to threaten him, knowing that the doctors of the ghost sect are all his beloved disciples, how can he let his beloved disciples die.

So I rushed the wind and rain along the way, and finally arrived here.

When he arrived here, he suddenly realized that something had happened to the future hostess.

This future master is not simple, but this master is really anxious, and he even said the sentence of killing all.

If this Su Yunge comes to the Ghost Gate in the future, those elders will not have to make things difficult, after all, there are elders who are the masters of the physician clan!

As he reminisced, he finally relaxed.

This is the first time Lan Qi'er has healed people, probably because he guessed it, he didn't expect that the master had reached such a point. Although he has confidence in Lan Qi'er, he is not afraid of 10,000 after all, he is only afraid of what happens.

If there were any irreversible consequences, then he would really be to blame.

"Master, it's okay, don't be nervous, don't be nervous." Lan Qi'er smiled sweetly with a pair of apricot eyes.

"I'm not nervous, I'm just asking you." Liu Manzi touched Lan Qi'er's head.

Lan Qi'er blinked, tilting her head to look at Liu Manzi.

"Since you're not nervous, master, why are your legs shaking so much!"

"Dead girl, do you expose the master's shortcomings like this?" Liu Manzi hit Lan Qi'er on the head with a chestnut.

Outside the hallway, there was the laughter of the master and apprentice, but the room was still silent.

Rong Qianxun hung the hollowed-out aromatherapy ball on the (harmony) bed tent and lit the incense to calm the nerves.

Lan Qi'er said that once the effect of the medicine has passed, the pain of the wound must be very torturous, and lighting the soothing incense can soothe her a little.

His fingers gently stroked Su Yunge's eyebrows, this woman is really bold.

Dare to do this kind of thing, in case ...... In case he dies, who will compensate him for Su Yunge.

He finally found someone who never got tired of watching, how could he let her go so easily.

His eyes were so hot that Su Yunge couldn't wake up without thinking about it, she struggled to wake up from the darkness, her eyelashes fluttering like butterflies fluttering their wings, fragile beauty.

His eyes opened slightly, Rong Qianhiro's face went from blurry to clear, and his consciousness gradually returned.

As she became conscious, the overwhelming pain spread from her heart to her whole body, and the pain was so painful that she didn't even have the strength to move her fingers.

Damn, how deep did that knife go, it hurt so much.

She regretted it, completely regretted it, if she did it again, she would definitely prick her thighs, and her thighs would have a lot of flesh.

Su Yunge thought wildly while adjusting to the bone-eating pain.

"Hmph, now I know it hurts." Rong Qianxun looked at Su Yunge, whose eyes were full of pain, and the anger in his heart couldn't stop rising.

Su Yunge tugged at the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a smile that was more ugly than crying.

"Sleep a little longer, and it won't hurt when you fall asleep." Rong Qianxun held Su Yunge's hand, and a trace of tenderness crossed his eyes.

Su Yunge wanted to reply, but found that he didn't even have the strength to speak, so he had to blink his eyes and signal that he knew.

She closed her eyes, and she was afraid that this wound would be healed only if it took a few days to stretch out her hands and open her mouth.

In order to allow Huang Che to suffer a heavy blow, her knife really pierced herself, and Huang Che's heart and heart are afraid that it will not be much better.

Sure enough, the flowers and plants on the side of the road can't be picked up indiscriminately, and when you pick up a little white and go home, you can actually pick up Rong Qianhiro's enemies.

Whether it was her luck or her bad luck was too good.

Thinking like this, Su Yunge sank into the darkness.

In a daze, she could feel as if something was blocking her heart, she rushed desperately, the veins in her body seemed to be burned, her teeth were clenched, and she didn't want to let go for a moment.

The green beads in the dantian continued to rotate with all their strength, almost exhausted, and their physical strength became more and more unable to support it.

Is it going to fail?

Su Yunge was a little unwilling, no, it has come to this point, how can he give up suspiciously.

Just when the refining qi was all exhausted, a burst of light suddenly crossed his heart, and that vast power surged.

"Desealing, first layer."

Rong Qianxun noticed the fluctuation of the strength in Su Yunge's body, and frowned imperceptibly.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

He tucked the corner of the quilt for Su Yunge, and slowly walked out of the door.

"What?" Rong Qianxun looked at Liu Manzi and Lan Qi'er in front of him.

Liu Manzi leaned over slightly, his face was full of seriousness when he raised his eyes, "Master, you have been contaminated with something, and your strength is gradually fading......

"It doesn't matter."

Su Yunge didn't know anything about this, because she had completely become a rice worm and enjoyed the treatment of being served by a palace-level god.

I have to say that Rong Qianxun has the potential to become the twenty-four filial boyfriend.

Lan Qi'er still remembers that the first time she saw Rong Qianxun personally serving Su Yunge feeding the medicine, it was simply shocking to her, and she was terrified.

The coldness between the eyebrows and the lack of skill, but with gentle movements, form a powerful visual impact.

Although she felt that her master was really not a master of serving, her face was cold and she looked like she was about to kill.

She also admired that girl, under the face of the master, who was frozen to death, she still looked as usual, talking and laughing. She watched from the sidelines in horror, every time the girl of the Su family laughed, the master's face turned cold, and when she thought he was about to get angry, he gently patted the hand of the future master, as if to soothe her pain.

She said secretly, it is really a hero who is sad to pass the beauty pass, especially a top beauty like Miss Su.

In order to make her little life live longer, when her master finished feeding the medicine, she picked up the medicine bowl and quickly retreated.

As soon as she stepped out of the room, she heard a crunch.

She saw that in the tray she was carrying, the medicine bowl was crumbled into slag little by little, and finally turned into powder, and when the wind blew, it dispersed.

After being stunned for a few seconds, her steps trembled slightly, and it turned out that the master had vented his anger on the medicine bowl.

She...... Can she go home, it's so scary here, and the master is so scary.

The days of recuperation made Su Yunge a waste of firewood, and tonight I don't know what it is, I only rely on the light and sunshine outside the window to distinguish between morning and night, but it is not excluded that there is a mistake in distinguishing.

For example, one afternoon I woke up thinking it was dawn.

In short, it's two words, boring.

In the face of Rong Qianxun's handsome but always eager to strangle her, she was a little frightened even when she swallowed her saliva!

Who did she recruit to provoke whom, this stabbing herself is not for this god in the final analysis.

What kind of trouble is this god doing?

She quit.

On a certain day when the clouds were light and the wind was light, Su Jia Yunge decided to counterattack the great god.

As usual, it was a bowl of bitter (harmonious) and angry medicinal juice, and after Lan Qi'er left, Rong Qianxun picked up the bowl of medicinal juice again. The black color contrasted sharply with the white jade warm light of the medicine bowl.

"Lord Chihiro, do you know that every time Lan Qi'er sees you, it's like a mouse seeing a cat, and the hand holding the medicine bowl trembles a little." Su Yunge said with a smile.

Rong Qianxun glanced at her, noncommittal.

"Really? The same goes for dust. ”

The smile on the corner of Su Yunge's lips froze.

That is coercion, the coercion of the strong.

It's no wonder that Lan Qi'er is so scared, it is not easy for a simple and ignorant girl to stand up straight in front of Rong Qianxun.

"Drink!" Rong Qianxun scooped up the medicinal juice with a small spoon and sent it to Su Yunge's lips.

Su Yunge looked at his eyes full of coldness, his heart moved slightly, and his fingers gently hooked the hem of his sleeve.

"Still angry?"

Rong Qianxun's hand holding the spoon did not move at all, "Drink!" ”

Su Yunge raised his eyebrows, "If you're not angry, I'll drink." ”

"Su Yunge." Rong Qianxun spoke slowly, word by word, with a full of fierceness and threat.

He stared straight at her, a sparkle in his eyes.

Rong Qianxun's eyes were too intimidating, Su Yunge simply didn't look at him, lowered his eyes and began to hook the hem of his clothes.

Rong Qianxun's eyes narrowed slightly, he looked at her white and slender neck, her hair was pouring like ink, slightly covering her chest, and the faint bloody wound.

Because the wound is too deep, even if the medicine is applied, it will ooze out a little and stain the red and white veil.

Rong Qianxun looked at the wound covered by hair, and her thin lips moved slightly.

The cold light under his eyes finally softened, "It's not angry." ”