The black shadow returned to his chair again, and Qiu Chen continued to apply the medicine.

The birthmark on the abdomen, he glanced at it, what is so strange about this birthmark?

It's worth checking again and again.

It's a pity that he really can't remember much about the past.

After taking care of the wound, Qiuchen woke up Du Ge and fed him medicine.

The bitter smell of soup came to the surface, and Du Ge woke up in shock, and when he saw the autumn dust, tears rolled down.

"What are you crying about? It's a bit of a show. Qiuchen snorted softly, Du Ge whimpered and stopped his tears, and wiped it clean with his sleeve.

Watching Du Ge grow up since he was a child, like his younger brother.

Knowing that he is cowardly, sluggish, sluggish, kind-hearted, and easily shaken.

Since Hua Aya woke up, Du Ge has always revolved around Hua Aya.

Out of the Magic Valley, Qiuchen felt that Du Ge was going more and more astray.

He wanted to pull a hand, but he couldn't.

Now seeing Du Ge lying in front of him with injuries again, Qiu Chen felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Brother.... It's so bitter..."

"You have to drink the bitterness."

"Okay, okay..."Du Ge picked up the medicine bowl, his strength was not enough, the medicine bowl trembled, and he almost overturned.

Taking the medicine bowl, Qiuchen scooped a spoonful and sent it to Du Ge: "Open your mouth." ”

"Well..."

So happy, my brother fed him medicine.

Well, wait... My lord... My lord was in the dormitory.

Distracted by taking medicine, Du Ge eagerly looked at Qiu Nanfeng who was sitting quietly in the chair, "My lord..."

Qiu Nanfeng ignored it.

“...”

"Eat it yourself." Qiuchen looked angry, pulled down his identity, and fed him medicine, he was fine, and there was only Hua Aya in his eyes.

Dropping the medicine bowl, Qiu Chen turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by Qiu Nanfeng.

"Have you finished reading the book for you?"

Three months ago, Du Ge sent a stack of Chang'an Qiu's cultivation books, all of which were in Chang'an Qiu's library.

The average person can't get it at all.

Even if you get it, you can't read its Chinese characters.

He thought it was those demon cultivators who had come upside down.

It turned out to be sent by Hanaya.

Thinking that his cultivation is gradual, he is already the fourth layer of foundation building.

If you continue to cultivate, you will be close to the Yudan.

Thinking that it was the book sent by Hua Aya, Qiuchen felt awkward and uncomfortable.

How could he use the book sent by the demon to cultivate.

Qiu Nanfeng chuckled: "What?" After I finished repairing it, I disliked that I gave those books? Self-reliance on high energy in exchange for your cultivation? ”

"...."Qiu Chen felt uncomfortable, "What if you send it, the book belongs to Chang'an Qiu's." I practice the martial arts of my own sect, and it is only right. ”

"Really? I've grabbed a few more, or not? Qiu Nanfeng chuckled, this stubborn child, he had to take other paths before he was willing to accept it.

Why did she watch the children grow up one by one, and they all became like this.

A few yellowed scrolls were dropped on the ground.

Right at the foot of Autumn Dust.

If you want to pick it up, you have to bow your head and bend over.

If you don't pick it up, his books are almost already cultivated, and he needs the next volume.

The book was right in front of him.

It is a choice of dignity and competence.

If you want to bow to the Demon Gate, he can't do it.

So there was a stalemate.

On the stone couch, Du Ge lifted the quilt and staggered to the book.

Qiuchen was slightly startled, looked at the swaying Du Ge, sat down on the ground, and picked up the books.

Entangled in my heart, but also with a little anger.

How much does Du Ge want to cultivate?

Even the martial arts of the Chang'an Qiu clan have to be learned?

The next moment, Du Ge picked up a few books, wiped them clean with his sleeve, and folded them together to sort them out.

Both hands were handed to Qiu Chen.

"Brother, this is your book, I picked it up for you."

Qiu Chen smiled bitterly in his heart, compared to Du Ge, how narrow his heart was, he would misunderstand Du Ge.

Du Ge thought about him everywhere.

Qiuchen didn't answer the book, leaned over to help Du Ge, sorted out his clothes for him, and sent them to the bedside.

"If it's a patient, just rest. Don't run around, see him later, hide. ”

"Well, brother, Senior Brother Mo Sheng, he didn't deliberately hurt me, I made him angry first."

Qiuchen is angry, this stupid boy, every time he is bullied, he always has to make excuses for others. Never think for yourself.

The senior brother clearly just didn't like him.

I just don't want him to stick to the flower aya.

He was too stupid to know.

Of course, Qiuchen knew that even if he told Du Ge not to stick to Hua Aya, he wouldn't be able to do it.

The existence of Hua Aya is the pillar of Du Ge's survival.

"Brother, quickly take the book and don't let the demon cultivators see it."

After taking the book handed over, Qiuchen was silent, and when he left, he had already arrived at the door of the inner room.

The autumn dust paused and stood with his back to him.

He is almost the same height as Qiu Mosheng, and Qiu Mosheng is taller than him.

With his back alone, Qiu Nanfeng thought of the way the two brothers practiced swords in the Chang'an Qiu clan before.

Now, there is no going back.

"Thank you." When he said the word thank you, Qiu Nanfeng raised his eyebrows slightly, and saw that Qiu Chen's back was trembling.

Complex and tangled.

This child is stubborn and will never be able to be free and easy.

The inner room was quiet again, and Du Ge half-knelt on the stone couch, silent.

Qiu Nanfeng closed his eyes and rested.

Pretend not to see.

Two hours passed, and Qiuchen came over at noon to change the medicine.

Another three hours, when Qiuchen came to change the medicine in the afternoon, Du Ge fainted on the stone couch.

On the chair, Qiu Nanfeng didn't even have his facial features.

There was only one black egg left.

Qiu Chen placed Du Ge and changed the medicine, thinking of Qiu Mosheng who was locked up in the dungeon, and he didn't know how the senior brother was doing in the dungeon.

"Hua Aya, I want to see my senior brother."

Black Egg didn't respond for a long time.

Qiuchen said again: "I'll be your default." ”

Still no response.

The token suddenly appeared on the stone table, Qiuchen frowned slightly, picked up the token and turned to leave.

There are layers of levels leading to the dungeon.

In the past, they were all demon cultivators, but now most of them are ghost cultivators.

As long as you hold the token, each door can open automatically.

I just entered the dungeon, and I was very ghostly.

The cold wind penetrates into the bones.

As soon as Qiuchen passed the first gate, several ghost cultivators suddenly appeared to block Qiuchen's way.

"What for?"

Qiuchen took out the token, and the ghost cultivator smiled contemptuously: "It turned out to be someone from the side of Lord Hua Aya." Is it so fresh? ”

"Isn't it? The beautiful men around Lord Hua Aya are all like flowers and jade, and they look better than Pan An. ”

"Lady Hanaya is really a blessing."

"Envy, jealousy and hatred, if I had so many beautiful men, I would laugh and cry if I were a ghost."

"Fool, you're a ghost."

“....”

While the ghost cultivators were discussing, they didn't give way, saying that they didn't intend to let Qiuchen pass easily.

Stretch out your ghost hand and beg for money.

Qiuchen had a cold face and kicked hard, and the ghost cultivator was kicked away.

A wave of ghost cultivators came over.

Suddenly, there was a voice from inside the token.

"Noise!"

....

The ghosts shivered and retreated far away.

The Heavenly Demon is terrifying.

In the remaining levels, almost no ghost cultivator dared to stop Qiu Chen again.

The door of the dungeon where he was imprisoned was empty, except for a woman dressed in black leaning against the stone wall.

The whole body exudes a terrible chill.

Qiu Chen recognized it at a glance.

"This picture still dares to appear, is it not repaired enough?"

"Hurt me with an arrow that day, you think it will be easy?"