Before bed.

Zhao Ningxing pretended to be weak, coughed lightly, and said: "Senior sister finally came to visit, I should have asked you to have fun, but my body is not angry, and I am sick at this time, I am afraid that I will not be able to accompany my senior sister." ”

Ming Yuan looked at Zhao Ningxing deeply, silent, seeing that Zhao Ningxing was drumming in his heart, could it be that he was pretending to be sick and was seen through?

"We are cultivators, and this illness is unheard of." After a long time, Ming Yuan said in a deep voice.

"Senior sister, you don't know anything." Zhao Ningxing said indifferently, "What we eat now is whole grains, so naturally we will get sick." This illness is actually a good thing, and it is a good thing to experience human suffering. Besides, every time we get sick, it is a process of rebuilding the internal order of the body, which means that after getting sick, our body will become stronger and stronger. ”

"And this kind of thing?" Mingyuan frowned and thought about it, thought for a while and said, "In that case, find a doctor to go up the mountain to take a look for you." ”

"Not necessarily." Zhao Ningxing stopped, "We are immortal cultivators, and we still need to ask for a doctor, isn't this a joke?" I'll be pranayama for a few days. ”

"In that case, you should have a good rest." Ming Yuan gently patted Zhao Ningxing's shoulder, then turned his head to look at the disciples beside the bed, "Take care of your master, besides, what the master said today, you should keep it in mind and ponder it carefully, it will be very beneficial to your cultivation." ”

"Yes, Master."

Everyone left, Zhao Ningxing breathed a sigh of relief, and finally passed the test again.

It's just that the matter of the master's illness is not a trivial matter, and it didn't take long for the whole Xingyou Sect to know about it.

This matter naturally reached Jun Ye's ears.

"Sick? Why do good people get sick? Jun Ye frowned and muttered a few words, and suddenly had a very bad thought.

He turned around and forced Ayi to the wall, looked at him with cold eyes, and asked coldly, "But you did something in her diet?" ”

Ah Yi didn't know why, and replied with an innocent face: "No, without the instructions of the young master, how dare I." ”

Jun Ye let go of Ayi and said apologetically, "I'm sorry." ”

Ayi's eyes were red, and he said aggrievedly: "I didn't expect the young master to treat me like this for that old witch!" The subordinates are so sad. ”

"I was impulsive." Jun Ye coughed a little unnaturally, "Don't take it to heart." ”

After a pause, he added, "You go and kill a chicken." ”

"What do you do to kill chickens?" Ayi asked suspiciously.

"I've heard that when people are sick, chicken soup is the most nourishing, so I stew her a chicken soup to replenish her body."

"I heard you right, young master, you want to stew chicken soup specifically for that old witch?" Ah Yi said angrily, "Wouldn't it be better for her to be sick?" It's better to die of illness! ”

"I said I was going to use her to get the holy relics, this is the best time to win her trust, you just do what I tell you to do."

"Yes, young master."

It was almost dusk, and Zhao Ningxing estimated that the cafeteria should be open at this time.

My stomach was grumbling with hunger, and I didn't know if I should drag the "sick body" to the cafeteria to eat something, but now that there was Jun Ye's plague god in the kitchen, I didn't dare to steal it.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Zhao Ningxing's eyes lit up, thinking that it was one of her sensible apprentices who brought her something to eat, so she immediately lay down and said weakly: "Come in." ”

There was the sound of soft footsteps, and the smell of chicken soup.

Zhao Ningxing couldn't control the secretion of saliva in his mouth, and sat up weakly, holding his forehead with one hand, and said softly: "Even if you are sensible, you haven't forgotten me." ”

"How dare you forget the master!" Jun Ye laughed softly and strode to the edge of the bed and sat down.

Zhao Ningxing squinted at Jun Ye and asked vigilantly tentatively, "What are you doing here?" ”

"I heard that you were sick, so I naturally came to see you." Jun Ye said with a light smile, "This is chicken soup, I stewed it with my own hands to replenish your body." ”

He raised his hand and naturally touched Zhao Ningxing's forehead, compared it on his forehead, hooked his lips and smiled: "I look at the mortal world to visit the sick like this, but I can't feel anything." Tell me for yourself, what is wrong with you? ”

"It's just a little upset in my stomach." Zhao Ningxing swallowed his saliva and said, the cold temperature of Jun Ye's palm didn't seem to dissipate on his forehead, how could anyone's palm be so cold?

By the way, he is not a human, he is a demon, the future demon venerable.

Her body stiffened a little, and she paused and said, "I don't have an appetite now, you can put down the chicken soup,"

"This chicken soup is good to drink while it's hot, you can take a few sips, good." Jun Ye personally picked up the spoon and fed it to Zhao Ningxing's lips.

Zhao Ningxing stared at Jun Ye's eyes in a daze, is he coaxing me?

"Huh?" Jun Ye smiled self-deprecatingly, "Do you dislike my bad craftsmanship, or are you afraid that I will do something inside?" ”