Oops, I've become the puppy apprentice of my stupid master.

Looking at the other party's pitiful appearance of being aggrieved and panicked, Song Zhili finally lost the battle.

No matter what, Yu Qianlin is just a fool. He hugged him only because he saw that he was injured and couldn't walk. How normal is that?

Song Zhili patted his head, thinking that he must be too suspicious.

It would be fine if he just had abnormal thoughts, but he even wanted to vent his anger on innocent people.

After calming himself down, he forced a smile.

"It's okay, Master, please carry me away."

Yu Qianlin nodded blankly, "Okay...Okay..."

Alas, what a naive fool he is, he actually thinks so badly of others.

It’s all Yue Qingzhou’s fault. He made dirty jokes to him for no reason.

As a result, he can no longer tolerate any man who touches him.

The room where Song Zhili lives is right next to Yu Qianlin.

But because the latter was closer, the other party took him to the main hall first.

Looking at his ankle which was almost swollen like a pig's leg, Song Zhili couldn't help but sigh.

No wonder it hurts so much.

This Chu Jinning really shows no mercy when he beats people.

Not only did he kick the person to the ground, he also kicked him against the wall.

As a result, the ankle was sprained.

At this time, Yu Qianlin was running over in a hurry, carrying a medicine box.

When he saw the other person's ankle that was swollen beyond recognition, he actually felt uncomfortable in his heart.

"The injury... the injury is so serious!"

Song Zhili's legs were resting on the edge of the bed, but he had already laid down.

"It's not serious, just a minor injury. It will heal in a few days."

Yu Qianlin couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

You are so patient, let’s see if you cry out in pain later.

When it came time to apply the medicine, Song Zhili finally couldn't help but sit up.

"Can you please be gentle?"

Yu Qianlin replied with a silly look on his face: "You just said it doesn't... it doesn't hurt."

Song Zhili was choked by the other party's words.

That’s right, only fools would believe whatever they are told.

You shouldn't treat a fool as a normal person.

He simply stopped pretending to be a tough guy and said, "Just now, I'm in pain now, please be gentle."

"Oh...I will listen to my disciple."

Ever since Song Zhiqi's clothes softened, the opponent's strength has indeed become much lighter.

After applying the medicine, Yu Qianlin considerately held his legs and placed them on the bed.

"Whatever you want to eat, I'll make it for you."

Song Zhili said, "I don't have any dietary restrictions, you can do whatever you want."

"Then...then wait for me!"

After he finished speaking, Yu Qianlin floated away like the wind.

Song Zhili lay on the bed and sighed slightly after a moment.

Today is the third day of his time travel, and his real self has been dead for three days.

I don’t know how my parents would feel when they learned of my death.

My brother died fifteen years ago, and now he is dead too.

How sad mom and dad must be.

Who was the one who killed him?

— (Master, do you need Waiwai to help you heal your wounds?)

(No need, it’s already known, why bother to treat it?)

(Answer me a question. How did I die? I didn’t cross the road, I didn’t touch the electric pole, and I didn’t step on the manhole cover. How did I die suddenly?)

— (Master, Waiwai can only answer your questions about this world. Waiwai cannot find out about your past life.)

……

Yu Qianlin cooked very quickly and before long, he came back with a tray of food.

"Apprentice, let's... let's eat!"

Smelling the fragrance of food, Song Zhili immediately got up from the bed.

"It smells so good!"

Song Zhili was really hungry at this moment, so he started eating voraciously without saying a word.

Halfway through his meal, he seemed to have thought of something. He put down his chopsticks and looked at the man in black sitting beside the bed.

"have you eaten?"

Yu Qianlin said: "I've eaten... I've eaten, these are all... all yours!"

This man eats so rudely, but his puffy cheeks are so tempting.

No wonder Yue Qingzhou arranged him to be by his side.

It is indeed hard not to be obsessed with a beauty like Song Zhili.

After eating, Song Zhili lay back down comfortably.

"Master, can I borrow your bed to take a nap first?"

Yu Qianlin said: "You can sleep as you like, I will go out first."

Song Zhili grabbed the quilt with his backhand.

By the way, how come a grown man like Yu Qianlin has such a good smell on him?

At this moment, he was lying on this bed, and his nostrils were filled with that strange fragrance.

However, smelling the faint fragrance, he soon fell asleep.

Side hall.

"My Lord, good news, the Demon Lord has agreed to cooperate with us."

Bei Yu handed a white jade token to the person in front of him.

"With this jade token, the Lord can enter and leave the demon world at will."

Yu Qianlin put away the jade order and asked, "What are the conditions of the Demon Lord?"

Bei Yu replied, "The Demon Lord only said that he would make his conditions when the Lord goes to see him in person."

"Got it, there's one more thing you need to do."

"Just give your orders, my Lord."

"Ask Nanyu to come over and keep an eye on Song Zhili's every move."

"Yes, your lord!"

The Lord is indeed sensible and knows how to be on guard against others.

……

Song Zhili slept soundly, and the pain in his ankle continued into his dreams.

In his dream, he saw his brother.

His brother stood next to him and looked down at him coldly.

"It's just a minor injury. Why are you so hypocritical as a man? Stop crying and stand up!"

Song Zhili half-knelt on the ground, covering his calves with his two little hands, and just looked up at the little boy in front of him who was three years older than him.

His eyes were filled with tears, but he looked as if he was afraid to let them fall, and his lips were pressed flat.

"Brother, it's bleeding, it hurts..."

The little boy frowned, and finally, with helplessness, he had to squat down and carry the person on his back.

"You just know how to cry. Do you think crying can heal your wounds?"

Song Zhili wiped away her tears, leaned on the little boy's shoulder with grievance, and said in a very low voice: "I can't..."

Although crying cannot change the wound, it can make my brother feel distressed.

However, the scene suddenly changed, and all that was left before his eyes was a bloody scene and the sound of his heartbeat.

When Yu Qianlin walked over, Song Zhili's forehead was already covered with sweat.

Seeing his painful expression, Yu Qianlin thought he was sick.

He was just about to raise his hand to feel the other person's pulse, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, Song Zhili grabbed his hand.

"elder brother!"

The other person frowned and grabbed this hand as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

"Brother, don't go..."

Song Zhili spoke cautiously, his voice choked with sobs.

As soon as he uttered these words, the tears that had been pent up for so long began to slide down the corners of his eyes.

His eyelashes were already curled, and were suddenly wet with tears, adding a bit of sadness to his pale face, as if he was trying his best to express his pain.

Yu Qianlin sat down on the edge of the bed and let the other party hold his hand.