Yechen came back to his senses, and for the first time looked down at the bun in his palm.

It was stuffed with pork and cabbage, and because it was just bought, it was still very hot, and the palm of his hand that had been hard to coagulate blood was hot again.

The blood flowed loudly, and soon the bun wrapped in oiled paper in his hand was dyed red, and the white bun was dyed red.

Seeing this, the Qing Leng Immortal Master who handed him the bun took it back with an expressionless face, "It's dirty." Wait for this seat to buy two more. ”

As he spoke, he turned around with the bun and was about to go back to the bun stall again.

"Wait!" Seeing this, Yechen panicked and grabbed the immortal master and said, "It's not dirty." The immortal master still gave me something to eat! Don't waste it! ”

As he spoke, he forcibly stretched out his hands again and snatched the bun from the hands of the Qing Leng Immortal Master, threw away the oiled paper bag, and didn't care about the blood and dust on his hands, so he ate it in a big gulp.

The way to eat is urgent and fierce.

Obviously, I was so hungry that I hadn't eaten for many days, or I hadn't eaten such a delicious bun in my life.

Even if he choked after a few bites, he was reluctant to cough and spit out the buns.

Instead, swallow it raw.

His face was red when he ate, and he wanted to cough or not, but at this moment, a palm fell to his back and gently caressed him, and warm spiritual power immediately stroked his meridians and internal organs, adjusting his breath for him, as well as the bun that almost choked him to death.

"Not enough. Eat slowly. A cold command sounded overhead.

He was stunned and paused as he bit the bun.

No one noticed how complex the look in his lowered head and eyes was at this time, and it was difficult to distinguish the ghost.

Why him?

Could it be him?

Mo Qinghuan!

The leader who really forced him into the demon path in his previous life, his good teacher!

A ruthless and cold-blooded master who thinks very highly of himself and looks down on his humble birth, but has to take him under the orders of the master!

A sanctimonious hypocrite!

Why is he the one who is here at this time?

Biting the bun one bite at a time, Yechen was puzzled, and his doubts increased in his heart, and he even began to wonder if his inference was wrong?

He wasn't actually born again?

But he clearly remembered that he had been killed by the thunderbolt.

How could they still be alive?

It's still in this place, the same vendor, the same guy who bought buns, and the injuries on his body.

He is the only son of the head of Yunyinmen's sister, because his parents were hunted down and killed tragically, he was orphaned since he was a child, begging everywhere, this day, the night of the previous life remembered that it was the head of Yunyinmen who personally found him back.

Mo Qinghuan was only seen when he entered the Yunyin Gate later.

It stands to reason that he shouldn't be here at this moment.

While thinking, the two buns in his hand were quickly gnawed.

Yechen looked up again, not noticing when the pain in his body was much lighter, and when the hand on his back that was carrying spiritual power to heal his wounds was taken back.

He was a little absent-minded, and pretended to kowtow to Mo Qinghuan with a grateful look, "Thank you, Immortal Master!" ”

"Do you want more?" Qing Leng Immortal Master only asked lightly.

Yechen shook his head, endured the pain and tried to prop himself up and change to a decent sitting position.

In his previous life, he had been a lowly beast in this person all his life, and he couldn't get on the table.

Maybe it was because he was reborn, thinking back to most of his life when he was wronged, he suddenly didn't want to grovel to others.

Anyway, no matter what he does, in his eyes Mo Qinghuan, he is a lowly embryo who can't be put on the table.

Although he was his master, he never looked down on him as an apprentice.

I never wished he could die outside.

Thinking about it, maybe it was because of the hatred in his heart that he was unwilling, he really succeeded in supporting himself and sitting up, changing from lying on his stomach to facing Mo Qinghuan.

This state made him feel a lot better.

Even the forbearance between the eyebrows is a little less.

"Immortal Master is very kind, if there is a chance, Xiaomin will definitely risk his life to repay it." Smiling reluctantly, Yechen said hypocritically.

Unexpectedly, in the next moment, the cold immortal master made a surprising and unexpected move towards him.