The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

However, it is not so easy to alleviate the furnace constitution.

After a while, Tang Yixien felt weak all over and even more dizzy. He was so hot that he kept wanting to pull at his collar.

His body felt like it was on fire, with beads of sweat on his forehead. His breathing became heavier, especially around his heart, which ached dully.

"Host, your body temperature is already 40 degrees. If you continue like this, your brain will be the first to burn out. By then, you will be a fool."

"As for you... Actually, I'm optimistic about Sheng Qingye."

"long.."

"Ok?"

"Shut up."

"OK"

Most people would have given up on enduring this, but Tang Yixin had a strong willpower, so he gritted his teeth.

"Oh no, host, my CPU is failing, you're too hot. MD. I need to upgrade...***"

The scolding could no longer be heard, and then the sound of the system going offline was heard.

Tang Yixien couldn't hold on any longer at this moment, even after taking three pills.

He just wants to find someone to hold... and then...

He immediately shook his head slightly to get rid of this terrible idea.

At this moment, his whole body was weak and he could not stand anymore. He leaned against a big tree, slowly slid down and sat on the ground.

The white gauze dress fluttered in the wind.

The three disciples didn't care about anything else at this moment and ran over immediately.

"Master..."

Sheng Qingye reached out to touch Tang Yixien's forehead, but Tang Yixien instinctively dodged.

Deep down in his heart, he was still wary of Sheng Qingye.

Sheng Qingye's deep eyes suddenly darkened, and he grabbed Tang Yixin's wrist.

"Master!"

"Sheng Qingye, what are you doing?" Jin Xiaoxiao also grabbed Tang Yixien's arm.

Tang Yixien was dazed and felt even more dizzy.

"What are you doing? What time is it now?" Xuan Yuran said in a low voice.

The two of them let go.

"Master..." Xuan Yuran called in a low voice, and Tang Yixien seemed to feel that it was Xuan Yuran.

His body relaxed slightly.

Xuan Yuran slowly stretched out his hand and placed it on Tang Yixin's forehead. The warmth from his hand scared him.

"Master, I'm fine. Let me be alone for a while..."

Tang Yixien spoke with the last bit of rationality left in him, panting softly and speaking through gritted teeth.

The blush at the corners of Tang Yixien's eyes deepened, and he gradually became a little dazed. He hugged his shoulders tightly with both hands, as if he was afraid of doing something.

Sheng Qingye was so angry that his heart was about to explode.

He found that Tang Yixien was always on guard against him and wouldn't let him touch her.

He insisted on touching it.

He reached out and tentatively touched Tang Yixien's forehead.

Tang Yixin no longer had the strength to hide.

It’s really hot.

His heart also tightened.

"Why did you suddenly have a fever?" Sheng Qingye asked anxiously.

At this moment, Jin Xiaoxiao seemed to have thought of something and said suddenly,

"Is it the legendary furnace cauldron physique?"

The three of them looked at each other, then avoided each other's gaze.

In fact, they don’t quite know.

Tang Yixien was so uncomfortable that he curled up, his breathing became rapid, and he was so hot that he pulled at his collar.

Sheng Qingye's eyes darkened, and he grabbed Tang Yixin's arm and hugged him in his arms.

Xuan Yuran's eyes were shocked, and he wanted to stop it instantly, but was stopped by Jin Xiaoxiao.

Xuan Yuran's face was terribly gloomy, like a trapped beast. He looked straight at Jin Xiaoxiao.

"Don't you feel cold?"

Jin Xiaoxiao lowered her eyes and said with a helpless smile.

Only then did Xuan Yuran realize that the temperature around him was a little cool.

He understood instantly that it was Sheng Qingye's ice spiritual power.

He was using ice-type spiritual power to cool down his master.

"No matter what happened to our master at this moment, the heat from his body is unbearable for ordinary cultivators." Jin Xiaoxiao said.

The anger in Xuan Yuran's eyes grew deeper and deeper. He could only watch helplessly as his master lay in Sheng Qingye's arms, gritting his teeth tightly.

My heart feels like there is a fire burning in it.

He himself is a fire demon, so he has no way out.

Tang Yixin only felt his body instantly cooler, and his sanity returned a little. He found himself in Sheng Qingye's arms.

He held her tightly.

Tang Yixien's hands fell on both sides of his body, and he struggled weakly.

"Master, don't move."

Sheng Qingye's low and magnetic voice sounded in Tang Yixin's ears.

Tang Yixin had never been hugged like this before, with such a solid chest, it seemed as if this person wanted to melt into his arms.

"Sheng Qingye, I am much better now, please let me go." Tang Yixien whispered.

Sheng Qingye transformed his ice spiritual power into substance, and slowly, the air around him cooled down. The heat in Tang Yixin's body slowly subsided, and he felt much better.

"Master, don't hide from me. I won't do anything until you and I become Taoist partners."

Sheng Qingye took this opportunity to whisper in Tang Yixin's ear.

He didn't want his master to always be on guard against him.

Tang Yixien's tired eyes were so tight that he couldn't open them, but he had to keep himself awake.

"Alright! Let go of Master, haven't you hugged me enough?"

Jin Xiaoxiao had almost reached his limit of endurance. He saw that his master had gotten much better and the blush on his face had faded.

He reached out and grabbed Sheng Qingye's arm.

Sheng Qingye raised his eyes, gave Jin Xiaoxiao a sharp look, and then reluctantly let go of Tang Yixien.

In an instant, he felt the soft and fragrant person in his arms leave.

Empty and firm.

What he didn't know was that if he continued to hug him, he would probably be killed by the gazes of the two people in front of him.

When Tang Yixien fully recovered, he was already on the carriage returning to the Tang family.

It was Bai Lu who later led them out of the mountain.

Xuan Yuran was still driving, and the speed was steady and fast.

He sat up and pressed his forehead with his slender white fingers.

My head still hurts. This damn furnace-cauldron constitution is really no joke.

When Sheng Qingye held him like that, he had the urge to hug him back for a moment.

Fortunately, he restrained himself.

"Ding...."

The sound of the system starting up.

"Host, are you okay? I failed to update to 4.0. I will destroy the book database sooner or later." Youyou said to herself.

"I'm okay."

"The host's body temperature and heartbeat are normal. It appears he has recovered."

"When will the furnace cauldron constitution flare up next time?" Tang Yixin asked Youyou helplessly.

"Six months and seven days to be exact."

Tang Yixien rubbed his forehead again with a headache.

"Host, this is your first attack, and it's easy to get through. But next time, it won't be so easy."

Youyou reminded.