She glanced up at the boy.

He was sitting on the bed, also looking down at her, his immature and fair cheeks, but his expression was not suitable for this age, and his eyes were staring at her quietly.

"What's your name?" Yu Chu asked again.

The boy still didn't answer, pursed his lips, and his pale lips showed a hint of crimson because of the slight warmth.

He is so good-looking, even at a young age, it is a bit impossible to take your eyes off it.

You can imagine how gorgeous it will be when you grow up.

It's no wonder that in the original plot, the name of Demon God Xuan Zero is circulating, in addition to his strength against the sky, there is also his boundless beauty, which is so beautiful that it is dazzling.

Yu Chu was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips, concentrated on helping him warm his hands, and wrapped him in the quilt.

The young man sat on the bed, wrapped in a snow-white quilt, only revealing a small head, beautiful eyes and white cheeks, even if his expression was cold, he couldn't hide the immature cuteness brought by the peerless beauty.

Yu Chu took a bottle of ointment, dipped some of it in his fingers, and raised his hand to wipe it on his white forehead.

The boy vigilantly avoided it, a pair of dark red eyes staring at her unblinking, visibly wary.

Yu Chu was stunned for a moment, then smiled helplessly, and gestured to the ointment in his hand: "I'll apply medicine to you." ”

The teenager's gaze shifted to the ointment.

He pursed his lips, and the light crimson faded again because of the tightening action.

The eyelashes come down like two small brushes.

Yu Chu stared at him for a while before tentatively reaching out again to touch the wound on his forehead.

The boy still stepped back vigilantly, because the backward movement was too large, and he was wrapped in a quilt, so he didn't pay attention, and fell backwards.

The child got up with his little white hands, pursed his thin lips and said nothing.

Yu Chu smiled and handed him the ointment:

"Then you paint it yourself?"

Xuan Ling bit his lip slightly, looked at her quietly, and his eyes swept over the ointment in her hand.

He paused for a moment, but silently shrunk back, his little hands clasping his knees.

"Don't paint?" Yu Chu was a little surprised.

She thought about it, swept her eyes over the blood on the little boy's forehead, and decided to resort to violent means.

She snapped her fingers slightly, and the young man suddenly showed a look of astonishment, the two white little hands were restrained by the fairy power, and the slender fingers of the woman in front of him picked up his chin and applied the ointment to his forehead.

The young man pursed his lips, his blood-colored eyes full of confusion, but he calmly did not say a word.

It wasn't until there was a slight cold feeling from the wound on his forehead that he stopped struggling, and a pair of beautiful blood-colored eyes stared at the woman without blinking.

Not to harm him.

Her movements are very gentle.

The ointment melts into the wound, relieving the pain and bringing a slight chill.

The young man stared at the woman in a daze, his thin red lips opened slightly, but he didn't speak, his white and tender cheeks, lined with red lotus in the eyebrows, beautiful and beautiful.

He has been known as the devil since he was a child, and the people he sees are full of malice, either afraid of the red lotus on his eyebrows, or coveting the pure beauty of the little boy. He never met anyone who was really nice to him.

Yu Chu applied the ointment, and then looked at the young man's beautiful and stunned eyes.

He pursed his lips and asked in a dumb voice:

“…… Who are you? ”

The voice is immature and pleasant, and the mood is very calm.

Yu Chu Weile straightened out his snow-colored robe, raised his eyebrows and said, "I am one of the Four Immortal Venerables, and my name is Fengchu. Are you willing to be my apprentice and follow me back to the Immortal Mountain to practice? ”