(BL)(MTL)Master is dedicated to playing the villain

Chapter 11

Chapter 11 Drug Delivery

    It is troublesome to have to deliver medicine without exposing yourself.

    The Ming hall is clean, only Qiu Wanxuan lives alone, so the side hall is simply furnished, with only bookcases, shelves, etc., and no beds.

    Xia Churan didn't care, just found an empty space and sat cross-legged.

    He carefully took off his outer cloak, found a clean undershirt and put it on, and when he saw the blood-stained shirt that fell on the ground, his handsome eyebrows twitched.

    He didn't take care of the wound, but first performed the cleansing technique to wash the clothes. After carefully checking that there was no trace of blood, he folded them neatly, put them aside, and stared at them for a long time with a complicated expression.

    Just now, although he didn't really hear it, he heard all the key words.

    The stagnation of spiritual power means that it is very likely that the shield will not be able to hold up at the critical moment, and then he will be directly hit, but Qiu Wanxuan still blocks Yu Qingyi's blow for him.

    When did this master who ignored him even give up his life to save him?

    On the one hand, he wanted to punish him, and on the other hand, he played tricks on the whip, and afterwards he was awkwardly divided.

    If Confucian Venerable didn't come, would that person really let him go back to the disciple's house to recuperate?

    What is this person thinking?

    Recalling the harsh rebuke of this "Master" in the past, it is very different from the self-contradictory attitude now. If it wasn't for the fact that neither of the two masters found anything abnormal, he would really feel that this person was taken away.

    Thinking of this, he let out a snort, and laughed in self-righteous disdain, but he didn't realize that the corner of his lips was slightly raised involuntarily.

    He stopped thinking about this somewhat troublesome problem, and simply used the wound medicine to stop the bleeding, and then used the power to adjust the breath.

    I don't know how long it took, suddenly something fell in front of him with a "pop". He opened his eyes and saw that it was a medicine bottle. Master Confucianism was standing outside the door, and said lightly: "For you."

    He picked up the elixir , was about to thank him, but when he looked up, he saw that the other party had left, and he didn't even have time to speak.

    Confucianism is a good person, which is well-known in the sect. The disciples love to circle around him, except that his mouth is broken, and he is often open to people who will not come down to the stage. He is always approachable to the disciples.

    Compared with the World Honored One who only exists in legends, the Medical Venerable who has not been seen for many years, and the two living Kings of Law and Sword who are feared in the sect, this Confucian Venerable can be regarded as a clear stream in the sect.

    He lowered his eyes and saw "Guiyuan Ointment" engraved on the bottle, his pupils trembled in shock.

    Confucian Reverend is so generous that he even shot other people's apprentices with the Heavenly Rank Pill, isn't it too much?

    Maoqiu saw the guest leave, and after holding it for a long time, he finally shouted, "What are you doing? That kid is not what he is now."

    Qiu Wanxuan rubbed his temples. I don't want it anymore, and angrily, my front paws meow at him, helplessly saying: "What's the hurry? I promise to let the story finish smoothly when I get to Tianji Pagoda."