Quick Wear: Fake White Rabbit! The yandere boss needs to be disciplined

Su Jun couldn't hear what Luo Xuanzhao was saying at all. He could only watch his lips opening and closing in confusion. The more those hands supported him, the more intense the pain in his heart became.

It was not until he almost fainted from the pain that he struggled with all his strength to break free from Luo Xuanzhao's hand. He staggered a few steps and fell to Huazhi's side, tremblingly grabbing the corner of Huazhi's clothes.

The words came out of his mouth with a trembling voice, "I... I'm back"

He thought that if he said this, the pain would go away.

As a result, the pain was still intermittent, as if it was torturing him and killing him bit by bit.

Is Chu Muyang going to mess with him?

Tears blurred his vision and continued to overflow from his lifeless eyes.

Su Jun was unable to tell Huazhi's emotions at the moment. He could only feel the oxygen gradually draining away and the feeling of suffocation engulfing him.

Luo Xuanzhao had seen many monsters during his travels. When Su Jun unconsciously approached the flower branch, he felt something was wrong.

He fixed his gaze coldly, looking down at the child from above. Monsters are accustomed to using their appearance to confuse mortals, especially flower monsters, the more beautiful they are, the more vicious they are. He did not need to be polite when facing monsters.

"Buzz——"

The spiritual energy crushed the void and trembled, and it covered the child directly. The spiritual pressure of a Yuanying period cultivator was enough to be fatal to a demon that had not been transformed for a long time.

He deliberately restrained his spiritual power and only pressed the child a few inches into the ground.

"He was poisoned by your vine?"

Facing his suppression, the child had no expression on his face, showing no emotion at all, and even drove him away in a childish voice, "Get out!"

"???"

You are so brave, how dare you confront him?

Luo Xuanzhao's eyes deepened, and he allowed all the spiritual pressure to crush the child. The wind he created caused the dust around him to fly.

A pair of deep purple eyes behind the branches stared at the hand that Luo Xuanzhao had touched Su Jun.

That hand touched my brother.

The wisteria branches in the courtyard rustled in the wind.

"Scissors... no"

A weak gasp came from her ear, and Huazhi suddenly came to her senses, squatted down, and hugged Su Jun in her arms.

He has not grown up yet and cannot let his brother snuggle in his arms. His little hands touch Su Jun's sweat-soaked cheeks, and Huazhi rests his forehead against Su Jun's forehead, rubbing it lovingly.

The voice was trembling slightly, "It doesn't hurt anymore. It won't hurt when my brother comes back."

As these words entered his ears, Su Jun gradually calmed down and the pain slowly faded away. He gathered some strength, turned around and hugged Huazhi.

Looking at the big and small people hugging each other, Luo Xuanzhao withdrew his spiritual pressure, pursed his lips, and wanted to get closer to Su Jun, "Junior brother, I know some medical skills, stretch out your hand and let me check your body."

"Need not"

Su Jun held Huazhi tightly in his arms, not giving him a chance to get up. He steadied his voice and said to the man, "This is the injury I got in Tongyue Town. It's nothing serious. Thank you, brother, for sending me back. I won't bother you anymore. Please go back."

"But you look..." Before he could finish the second half of the sentence, a vine came out from under his feet like an arrow shot from a bow, and its sharp thorns went straight to his throat.

Fortunately, Luo Xuanzhao reacted very quickly, retreating to avoid the vines, and at the same time clenched his palm to summon the spirit sword to resist the attack.

"bass--"

The vines hit the spirit sword, causing it to buzz continuously.

Seeing that the two were about to fight, Su Jun explained, "Brother, Huazhi is Yunfeng's new disciple, he is not a demon..."

Before anyone could speak, he buried his head in Huazhi's neck and said in a low voice, "Huazhi, I feel uncomfortable, help me in, and don't worry about him anymore."

He tried his best to show his aloofness and dependence on Huazhi. Huazhi stayed close to him and remained silent for a long time before raising her lips and saying, "Okay."

The vines disappeared from his sight in an instant. Luo Xuanzhao watched Huazhi supporting Su Jun as they walked into the bamboo door covered with vines.

Then the bamboo door slammed shut, and more vines blocked the door. The whole courtyard seemed to come alive, with vines wrapped around it layer by layer, covering the sky and the sun, and finally turning into a beautiful cage.

Luo Xuanzhao was shocked by the scene before him, and a chill surged in his chest. He lowered his head to look at his Taoist robe, only to find that the front of his shirt had been torn open by vines in several places.

…………

Su Jun returned to the small, shabby courtyard. He felt extremely weak. His legs were weak from climbing the stairs, and now he was in so much pain that he was sweating coldly. He felt like he was in a state of panic.

It was all thanks to Huazhi half dragging and half carrying him back to the house. He didn't care why it suddenly got dark.

Sitting on the chaise longue woven with flower branches, rubbing his chest, he glanced at the flower branches standing not far away.

He lowered his head, probably looking at his toes, and the little flower on his head was drooping.

The drooping of the branches can be felt from a distance.

Su Jun wanted to laugh. He was the one who was in so much pain, how could you have the face to be unhappy?

He was so angry that his teeth itched. He tapped the table with his fingers and said to Huazhi, "Come here and pour me a glass of water."

In fact, the teapot was right next to him, but Su Jun couldn't swallow his anger unless he messed with the squid.

Huazhi raised her head and slowly came to his side. The small one was only a head taller than the table.

He pulled out a small stool from under the table, stepped on it and poured a cup of tea for Su Jun. Then he stood aside obediently with his head lowered, his lips pursed, and his fingers twisted together.

I don't know what I'm feeling depressed about.

Su Jun took a sip of tea, put it on the table, looked at Hua Zhi and sneered: "Why don't you say anything?"

"sorry…"

Hua Zhi apologized as soon as she opened her mouth. Su Jun was stunned for a moment, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What kind of apology are you saying?"

"I…"

Huazhi pursed her lips again and again, clenched her sleeves with her hands, and whispered, "I didn't mean to hurt my brother."

"………"lie…

Su Jun frowned slightly, and said with a hint of sarcasm: "You didn't do it on purpose? Weren't you the one who poisoned me?"

After saying that, Huazhi raised her little face and shook her head, trying to defend herself: "Brother, don't listen to his nonsense, I didn't poison you"

Huazhi spoke in an urgent tone. She ran over and gently tugged at his sleeve, wanting to make herself believe him.

But he would no longer believe this pitiful look.

Su Jun put his hands on the edge of the table, his eyes fell on Hua Zhi from top to bottom, and his words were full of coldness, "You forgot again, what to call me?"

"..."

Su Jun's cold eyes made Huazhi involuntarily tighten the hand that was holding Su Jun's sleeve.

"thump!"

His heart sank suddenly, and Su Jun's breathing stagnated in pain, his brows furrowed.

He endured it for a long time before gritting his teeth and squeezing out a sound, cursing at Hua Zhi: "Damn it, are you done yet? Are you going to torture me even when I speak?!"

Hua Zhi took two steps back after being yelled at, clutching her sleeve tightly and biting her lips. After a long while, she forced a pale smile at Su Junqiang, who had a painful look on his face.

Su Jun glared at him and wanted to throw the teacup on the table at Huazhi's face.

You still have the nerve to smile?!

Huazhi was frightened by his ferocious look, her lips fell again, she lowered her head and grabbed the corner of her clothes hesitantly, looking a little pitiful.

The pain disappeared again...

Su Jun felt the need to talk to Hua Zhi. He wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve and pointed to the chair opposite him. "Come sit here."