Ah, whose main god was eaten alive by cannon fodder?

"Brother Xia Bing, I want to play under the pine tree you took me to the day before yesterday." Liu Dan waited until the little man lying on Xia Bing's back looked wilted.

He wants to play with the little squirrel.

Xia Bing patted Liu Dan on the head and said, "Be good, wait until Master comes out."

He could even feel Jiang Zhiyi's presence in the room.

Moreover, he seems a little weaker than before?

Are you sick?

Can a master like Master Jiang also get sick?

"Let's wait a little longer. If Master doesn't come out by noon, I'll break in and take a look." Xia Bing was still a little worried.

After all, no matter how powerful Jiang Zhiyi is, he is still a human being, not a god.

Who can guarantee that there will never be any accidents?

Listening to the nonsense of the three outside and looking at the obedient master in his arms, Song Qiming had an unprecedented smile on his face.

The mole at the corner of the eye emits a strange light.

The master is his.

It really felt like a dream, a dream that he wanted to indulge in forever and not wake up from.

Master is so beautiful and sweet.

It tasted just as he imagined.

The sunlight outside shone through the shadows of the trees and the wooden windows onto Jiang Zhiyi, giving his porcelain-white skin a porcelain sheen.

The mottled red marks on it look like plum blossoms blooming on beautiful porcelain.

Alluring and seductive.

Song Qiming lowered his head and kissed Jiang Zhiyi's sleeping face.

Quietly got out of bed.

He was a bit too aggressive last night and got his master injured.

There was some bleeding.

Needs treatment.

He was also really afraid that those ignorant guys would force their way in. He was the only one who could see his master like this.

Just when Liu Dan asked Xia Bing for the third time to play with him, Song Qiming opened the door of the wooden house and walked down.

Looking at the three people who were looking at him excitedly under the wooden house and wanted to ask him questions, they made a gesture to keep quiet.

He whispered, "Master is resting, please keep your voices down and don't disturb him."

After hearing what Song Qiming said, Xia Qingzhu, who was about to start yelling, held back his words.

He whispered, "What's wrong with Master Jiang? Is he sick?"

Song Qiming turned his head and looked at the tightly closed door of the wooden house.

There was an unusual tenderness in his usually cold eyes: "I was a little hurt."

Before the three could start shouting, Song Qiming gestured to silence them again: "So I need you to go pick some herbs."

Song Qiming told the three about the herbs needed to reduce swelling, stop bleeding and remove blood stasis.

After saying this, he specifically instructed not to make too much noise so as not to disturb the master's rest.

"Aren't you going with us?" Xia Qingzhu always felt that Song Qiming was acting cunningly today, and finally asked in confusion.

This guy has grown up and seems to have become more thoughtful.

People also become more sinister.

"I need to take care of Master. How can you three get close to Master?"

After saying that, he ignored the three that were hit and turned into the wooden house.

As soon as Song Qiming lay down, Jiang Zhiyi, with her eyes closed, came up to him.

"Xiao Ming, where have you been?" Without opening his eyes, Jiang Zhiyi rubbed Song Qiming's shoulder.

It feels so good to be one with that soul.

He had been teased overtly and covertly by a certain brat for five or six years, and he had endured it for five or six years. Last night was what he deserved.

"I, I'll ask Xia Bing and the other two to pick some herbs..." Song Qiming answered truthfully. His heart, which had just calmed down after being outside in the breeze, became hot again.

His voice was unusually hoarse: "I'm sorry, Master was hurt..."

"Yeah~ It's okay, Xiao Ming will help Master apply the medicine!"

As Jiang Zhiyi spoke, an exquisite jade bottle suddenly appeared in his palm and he handed it to Song Qiming.

The jade-white wrist and the translucent palm held an equally translucent and incredibly delicate jade bottle.

"What is this?" Song Qiming picked up the jade bottle in confusion.

Master is naked, where did the jade bottle come from?

Jiang Zhiyi rolled over and lay on top of Song Qiming, holding Song Qiming's hand and placing it near the wound.

With tiredness: "Xiao Ming, help me apply the medicine."

It completely interrupted Song Qiming's thoughts.

No matter where the small jade bottle came from, the important thing now is to apply medicine to the master quickly.

"Master, let me apply the medicine on you first. It might be a little painful. Please bear with me."

After saying that, Song Qiming carefully put Jiang Zhiyi on the bed.

The dark grey sheets and the seductive white body with red spots showed graceful curves while lying on the bed.

Song Qiming closed his eyes with difficulty.

If you don't look at it, you won't be distracted.

However, when vision is blocked, the senses of smell and touch become more acute.

The unique scent of Jiang Zhiyi was desperately drilling into his nose.

The warmth pulsating on the pads of his fingers tormented all his senses.

"Hmm~"

Distracted, the movements of his hands couldn't help but become heavier, and a light cry escaped from the corner of Jiang Zhiyi's mouth.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Master." Song Qiming apologized quickly.

I cursed myself a thousand times in my heart.

I've caused my master pain again. He's such a useless guy.

I can't do anything well.

Even the technology is so bad.

He secretly decided that once he came out of the forest, he would go online to learn some technology.

I can't hurt Master again.

After applying the medicine to Jiang Zhiyi, Song Qiming's back was covered with beads of sweat.

A simple application of medicine was more tiring than chopping five hundred bamboos.

When Xia Bing and the other two came back carrying a basket of herbs, Jiang Zhiyi had not yet left the cabin.

"How did Master Jiang get injured? Where was he injured and what caused him to get hurt?" Xia Qingzhu handed the herbs to Song Qiming and asked three questions in a row.

The other two ghosts also stretched their necks to listen.

I want to know what kind of monster can hurt Master Jiang.

When they find the chance in the future, they will definitely help Master Jiang deal with that blind guy.

Hearing Xia Qingzhu's caring words, Song Qiming's face showed an unnatural look.

He took the small basket from Xia Qingzhu's hand and said unhappily:

"It's not your turn to seek revenge. I am the master's disciple, so it's natural for me to take revenge."

Three ghosts: ...

Well, this guy who immediately turns into a stingy person when he meets Master Jiang is hopeless.

The fact that Song Qiming still has time to compete for their favor here proves that Jiang Zhiyi is not in big trouble.

The three of them also knew that they could not check their homework today, so they automatically went to the place where they usually practiced to practice.

After sending the three away, Song Qiming picked up the small backpack and scattered the herbs inside behind the wooden house.

Jiang Zhiyi woke up from her fatigue in the afternoon.

The medicine he had asked Song Qiming to give him before was prepared from Shen Jue's world.

The effect is very good, and the tiny wounds that were torn have healed.

My lower back hurts a lot.

He is not weak in this world, so how could he be so exhausted by Song Qiming?

Hey, this guy is so reckless that he doesn't care about anything, just like a fool.

His poor old waist.

"Master!"

Song Qiming, who had been paying attention to the movements in the wooden house, ran upstairs when Jiang Zhiyi stood up.

Seeing Jiang Zhiyi's clear eyes, all the excitement turned into shyness.

Blunt stopped.

Jiang Zhiyi, who had just woken up, was like a camellia after the rain. He wanted to get close to her, but was afraid of profaning her.