The Villainous Shizun Is As Beautiful As A Flower

chapter 13

"Master?"

The person on the bed was wrapped in a chrysalis, Zhou Xuanlan called out, and found that the figure under the quilt was shaking, reaching out to lift the quilt.

"Don't come over."

The voice coming from the quilt was sullen and sullen, and the voice was a little hoarse, with a bit of a Microsoft nasal sound after waking up.

Sounds like being bullied.

Zhou Xuanlan slammed his fingers back and was silent for a while: "Master, stretch out your hand."

After a long while, a white jade-like hand stretched out from the quilt, turned his wrist, and waved his five fingers lightly in the air, "You go out first."

Seeing his apprentice ashamed, Shen Liuxiang was buried under the quilt, his vision was pitch black, but his perception of the four sides was greatly enhanced.

There was a wind blowing through the outstretched hand in the room, with a coolness. At this moment, a hand covered him, with a warm breath, slender and powerful fingers grabbed his wrist.

"?" Shen Liuxiang opened his eyes slightly.

Talk well, what are you doing with your hands and feet? !

His hand was desperately retracted, and no one outside allowed it. During the pulling, half of his arm was also exposed in the air. The cold air brushed against his fair skin, and a vague gaze fell on it.

"Master, don't move." Zhou Xuanlan put the medicinal pill into the hand that finally stopped, "This is the hangover pill, the disciple just went to Danfeng to get it, Master remember to eat two."

Shen Liuxiang was stunned.

Eh?

Just give him medicine.

When the door slammed, Shen Liuxiang lifted the quilt, sat up, stared at the pill bottle in his hand for a long time, the tip of his nose shrugged, and he was completely moved.

The apprentice is also very good. He did such a thing to him, and he did not forget to take the medicine pill for the master.

Shen Liuxiang swallowed the hangover pill, and the pill slipped into his throat like a warm current.

He collapsed, and the microphone lit up: "Come to Yeming Peak to see me."

The sect master had an order, so Shen Liuxiang had to dress up quickly, rushed to Yeming Peak, stepped on the winding stone steps, and found a figure on the top of the mountain.

Ling Ye, dressed in a green shirt, stood in the Jane Ya pavilion, holding a scroll in his hand, sensing Shen Liuxiang's breath, and looking sideways, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"come over."

Shen Liuxiang arrived in three or two steps.

Ling Ye took the book, and held Shen Liuxiang's wrist with his right hand. His eyes fell on his wrist unintentionally, and he found that there were reddish finger marks, which were very obvious against the white skin.

He frowned, and in the end he didn't say a word. He only put **** on Shen Liuxiang's wrist, probed for a while, and said in deep thought, "It's been a long time since you meditated and practiced."

Shen Liu choked: "Some days."

Ling Ye put down his hand: "When you first entered the realm of spiritual transformation, you need to stabilize the messy spiritual power in your body. You are too slack."

Shen Liuxiang lowered his head slightly and pursed his lips.

This feeling, like being criticized by the teacher for not completing the homework, is really bad.