What should I do if the protagonist of every world I travel to is sick?

Fusang Palace...

"I want to be alone."

Yu Ling locked herself in the room. Chi Ri was just pushed out and said with a somewhat dissatisfied tone, "What are you doing now?"

"Can you understand something?"

"Am I not sensible enough?"

The door was slammed open, and Yu Ling was standing there looking at him. He had handsome features, and the childishness on his face had not yet completely faded. Usually he was either crying or laughing, and it was rare to see him so angry.

"I don't even have friends anymore. I only deal with the people in your camp. You know what they say about me behind my back!"

"What dare they say to you? You won't fight back when they say it, as if I haven't dealt with these messes for you all these years!"

Chi Ri was also a little angry at this time, "I don't allow you to make friends, but look at the kind of friends you have, they are flattering and sweet-mouthed, but they are treacherous. The previous lesson was not enough, and now you have attracted someone to propose marriage. If you are willing to marry, why did you refuse just now and throw a tantrum here?"

"How can I prevent you from making friends? Don't you think I don't know that Si Chun goes to see the Teng Snake Saint every day?"

Si Chun, who was standing outside the door worriedly, was stunned.

"You're going to compare me and Si Chun again, aren't you? In your heart, we're not treated fairly. You pamper Si Chun no matter what he does, but what about me? Have you ever understood Qingshan? You just kept asking me not to associate with him, but I just like being friends with him, so what? Isn't it because you hate Bai Yue that you don't let me associate with him? I didn't know that there are people who care about the reasons for their mistakes. In your heart, if I'm wrong, I'm wrong, and I will keep making mistakes! But Bai Yue is different from you!"

Chi Ri sneered, "What are you comparing now?"

He approached him step by step, "If you feel that I treat you badly, then go away."

"You think I haven't had enough of you? Do you think I'm the dutiful Mother Goddess in your heart, that I have to be around you all the time?"

Suddenly, the divine seal on his forehead became hot, and Chi Ri cursed softly, "Go find whoever you want."

Above the clouds and mist, there are scrolls of holy Buddha all over the hall. Chi Ri is meditating in the middle of them, holding his forehead with his hands and closing his eyes.

The ethereal and mellow sound came into my ears, as if it came from layer upon layer of mountains.

[This is such a headache because Xiao Yuling is causing trouble again.]

Chi Ri was in a low mood at this time. He really didn't want to bother with the father and son. If he didn't have important business, he wouldn't be sitting here so calmly.

"Don't interrupt, just say what you want to say."

He spoke so impatiently. In the entire wilderness, only Chi Ri dared to directly challenge the Heavenly Dao.

The clouds in the sky rolled over and over, as if they were laughing.

You have such a bad temper.

Yu Ling's troublesome temper is just like you, the Mother Goddess.

"If you don't say you're leaving, then you won't come next time."

The way of heaven is also wronged. It may take tens of thousands of years for it to send down a divine guidance, but it is treated like this.

【The White Moon has descended into the mortal world】

Chi Ri stood up from the altar and was about to leave.

[The wilderness collapses and chaos, the earth welcomes "life", the gate of death]

The aged voice, like an old man striking a bell, quietly dissipated after striking the clouds. The red sun stopped, frozen in place. Divine guidance would not descend haphazardly, nor would the laws of nature arbitrarily alter their interpretations.

So

This is gonna be a mess.

……

Inside the box, the girls who were kneeling together all had gloomy faces, but they were covered with a layer of powder that was whiter than their skin. Their eyebrows and eyes were submissive, but they all carried a hint of resentment.

"Please have mercy on me, my lord."

"Please have mercy on me, my lord."

"Please have mercy on me, my lord."

Their voices were hoarse but charming. They lowered their heads and silently undressed bit by bit.

"Hey, stop, wait a minute!"

Qingshan was still looking at them, but was caught off guard by their action. Everyone's hands stopped on the buttons and they looked at Qingshan in confusion.

Qingshan turned to look at Baiyue. Baiyue took a sip of tea, pretending that she knew nothing.

This should be the "young prostitute" that people in the Zhou circle are talking about. The court has been cracking down on lewdness recently. This restaurant can hide so many children. I think the resentment must have come from here.

"Qingshan, what are the chances of you jumping out of this window with someone in your arms without being noticed?"

Qingshan looked out the window. It was only the second floor, and the roof was so low that there was no need to hide.

Before Qingshan could speak, the girls all looked in Baiyue's direction, their suspicion mixed with joy, yet also with a bit of panic.

They all knelt and crawled to Bai Yue's feet, their eyes full of loyalty and love, but their trembling hands gave them away.

"Sir, we are not going anywhere. We are here to serve you."

They were trying to help Bai Yue take off his shoes and socks with coquettish expressions. At this moment, one of his calves had been entangled by several pairs of delicate hands like dodder. His back was leaning against the windowsill, and his clothes had been pulled loose.

Qingshan stood there in amazement, not knowing where to look.

Bai Yue's coat slipped off his shoulders, revealing his inner garment. He held those cool, slender hands, tilted his head slightly, and glanced sideways at the person crouching with their arms around his neck. "How old are you today?"

His expression was so gentle, and his low, soft greeting made it hard for me not to stop the despicable movements of my hands. I wanted to stand before him in clean clothes and answer him shyly.

But she just stroked her temples with her fingertips, a crescent moon at the end of her eyes, and said, "Xiaoman just turned twelve today, and is the best age to serve you, young master."

The slightly cold hand moved slightly, then turned his face to the side and bit his lip.

Bai Yue turned her head back and leaned over to look at her, "Why are you coughing?"

Hearing this, the arms that were clinging to Bai Yue immediately slid down, as if to cover up the girl who was coughing like a moan.

The one called Xiaoman stood in front, covering her lips with her sleeve, but her smile did not reach her eyes. "She is the youngest and usually the greediest, so her throat is a little uncomfortable."

She took the opportunity to sit on Bai Yue's legs, wrapped her arms around his waist, and leaned on Bai Yue like a willow branch.

"Do you like me, sir?"

Bai Yue lowered her head, and stroked her eyebrows with her fingers, then slid to the small mole under her eye and touched it carefully, "It seems that yours is the biggest among them."

Xiaoman leaned against Bai Yue's chest. The beating in her heart made her dare not raise her eyes. She licked her cinnabar-coated lips, which were a little dry.

"There are some older sisters." As if remembering something, he lowered his eyes and was silent for a while, then smiled with his hands covering his lips, "But now I am the older sister."

"Can you play music?" Bai Yue picked up a strand of her black hair and looked down at her with his eyes drooping.

Xiaoman was dazzled by his smile, and the rouge on her cheeks seemed to be even redder. She lowered her head and nodded her chin.

Bai Yue looked up at the other girls, then at Qingshan. She waved and took the brocade bag from her waist bag. "Take the girls out through the main gate and buy them some food. If the shopkeeper asks, just tell them I'm still in the wing with Miss Xiaoman."

His eyes swept over the one who had just coughed, and he added, "Buy some more medicine for the cold, and ask the doctor to give you some extra sugar. I'm afraid the medicine is a bit bitter."

The pair of small almond-shaped eyes looked up from the crowd and looked at the man who was hugged by his sister.

He seemed to be muttering something silently.