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

He was cautious at first, but later the person on the bed became more and more bold.

Song Zhili was no longer satisfied with just holding his hand, he wanted more.

He didn't behave until he had completely embraced the person in his arms.

That would be good, this way his brother wouldn't leave him.

Yu Qianlin said with a cold face: "Song Zhili, I don't want to do anything to you."

The implication is that you'd better know when to stop.

He was a homosexual, and he was considered a gentleman for being able to endure and listen to the other person's nonsense.

Now he is hanging on himself desperately.

How could he bear this?

Song Zhili had no idea how painful his situation was.

He only knew that at this moment he was hugging his brother's body tightly, and that was enough.

"Brother, I miss you so much..."

"Ali has learned his lesson. He no longer cries out in pain. I am a man now. Brother, please come back..."

"I was wrong, I know I was wrong..."

"Brother, don't go, don't leave me!"

His tears soon wet the other person's clothes, and his choked voice was heartbreaking.

Although he didn't know who the brother he was talking about was, Yu Qianlin still reached out and pressed him into his arms.

"Be good, I won't leave."

Maybe the other party was waiting for this sentence. As soon as he finished speaking, Song Zhili immediately stopped moving.

Yu Qianlin put the man back on the bed, and then used his spiritual power to reduce the swelling on his ankle.

After watching the person on the bed gradually relax his brows, he turned and left.

Song Zhili slept until the next morning.

He stood up and sat on the edge of the bed, recalling the scene in his dream while moving his ankle vigorously.

He hadn't dreamed of his brother for several years, so how come his brother appeared in his dream again last night?

The key point is that in the past, when he begged his brother not to leave him in his dreams, his brother would ruthlessly push him away and turn away.

This was the first time that my brother hugged me and said very gently: I won’t leave.

At this time, Yu Qianlin walked in carrying a wooden basin.

"Disciple, wash... wash your face."

Song Zhili stood up and asked in confusion: "My foot healed too quickly, didn't it?"

Yu Qianlin replied: "Yes... the medicine is good."

That’s right, there are all kinds of magical medicines in the world of immortal cultivation, and curing a sprain is certainly no problem.

Song Zhili sighed that the other party really knew how to take care of people.

Yu Qianlin not only prepared water for him to wash his face, but also prepared breakfast in advance.

Just as they were about to finish their meal, the other party suddenly stared into his eyes and said, "Brother...your disciple called me...brother last night..."

"..."

What the hell, did he talk in his sleep again last night? Talking in his sleep would be fine, but the key is that someone heard it?

"Ahem...don't get me wrong, I just had a nightmare."

"What dream?"

Song Zhili looked at the other person's silly look and suddenly wanted to vent his feelings.

Anyway, the other party is just a fool and he won’t understand even if you tell him.

"I have an older brother, my biological brother. He always acts cold and steady, like a little adult. He doesn't like to play with other kids his own age, and he doesn't like to be with me."

"He thought I was childish and cowardly. I always thought my brother didn't like me, so I always tried my best to get closer to him and wanted him to care about me more."

"When I was little, I loved to cry and was afraid of pain. My brother looked down on me. Although he always said some unpleasant things, he would bow his head to me whenever I was hurt and cried."

"When I was eight years old, I saw him die in front of me. That scene was deeply engraved in my mind, so that every time I close my eyes, I will think of my brother's tragic death."

As Song Zhili spoke, he began to laugh. He looked at Yu Qianlin, and his smile was obviously stiff.

"I suffered from mental illness because of this. After I was cured, I haven't dreamed of my brother for many years. Last night was the first time that my brother compromised with me in my dream. In the past, he would always push me away, making me feel uncomfortable and miserable at night."

Yu Qianlin's heart was gripped as he thought of a little boy who suddenly appeared in his world many years ago.

That day he cried and told himself that his relative had died and he was very sad, but he couldn't remember who the deceased relative was.

Yu Qianlin just said it casually, but he never thought that those three words would help the other party get out of the pain of the nightmare.

After hearing this, he slammed the table hard and said fiercely, "Brother... is... a bad guy!"

After scolding him like this, he immediately grabbed the other person's hand and comforted him with a sympathetic look on his face: "Don't... don't be afraid, I will protect you from now on!"

"puff--"

Song Zhili pulled it out of his hand, obviously amused.

"You're still protecting me like this? You should be thankful that you don't get bullied."

"Also, my brother is not a bad person, so don't talk nonsense."

After speaking his mind out, he seemed to feel more relaxed.

It turns out that you can't keep things in your heart, otherwise it's easy to get sick.

Fortunately, the other party was a fool, so he dared to speak out and vent his anger.

……

This morning's training was to learn how to gather energy with the sword. Of course, they were practicing the basics in the beginning, and only started to get into the main topic in the last hour.

Song Zhili is an ordinary person, the kind who has nothing to do with cultivating immortals in his life.

Therefore, he couldn't even achieve the most basic luck in cultivating immortals.

He could only rely on the system to show off throughout the whole process.

(Waiwai, is there any way to change my ordinary physique?)

— (Master, there is no other way. If you want to change, you can only find someone with a very high level of cultivation to practice with.)

(Fuck, this is so cool! Do you know any beautiful lady here who has a high level of cultivation?)

— (No woman here can meet the master's requirements for dual cultivation.)

(You are really wicked for saying this.)

"Senior Brother Song, you are so lucky!"

At this time, a little boy came to his side and looked at him with admiration.

"I tried several times but failed. How did you do it, pretty brother? Can you teach me?"

The other party would act like a spoiled child whenever he disagreed with something. Song Zhili really liked this kind of soft and cute child.

but……

"How can you describe a man as beautiful? Don't call him that anymore!"

The little boy blinked his big eyes and nodded, "Brother Beauty!"

“……”Suddenly I felt like hitting someone.

Song Zhili was too lazy to correct him. He said, "If you don't know how to use luck, you can ask the elders."

The key is that he doesn't know how to do it, and he has to rely on the system to survive.

The little boy lowered his head in grievance, "If I ask the elder, he will call me stupid..."

Oh, so that's how it is. It turns out that this guy is afraid of being driven down the mountain by the elders.

He smiled and pointed at the upright figure in front of him who was still practicing sword seriously, and whispered: "Go find that big brother to teach you, he is much better than me!"

I can't teach you anything.