This benefactor is very kind

"Master? Why don't you go find me when you're here?" The left protector walked to the bed, holding up the left hand that was wrapped in bandages by the right protector.

"Am I going to find you here? Who is the leader? It's getting more and more presumptuous." Bai Zhi closed the book and smiled at him. If it weren't for this kid, he and Song Yuan...

What can I do?Bai Zhi suddenly lost his energy again, and waved his hand to signal Zuo Protector to report quickly.

"The person caught it, and the soul-returning pill was also recovered. I have already given it to the right protector. The right protector said that one is missing, so I came to ask what should I do next?"

"What should I do..." Bai Zhi squinted his eyes and sneered, "Find out where the missing one is. As for the traitor, is he locked in the dungeon? I'll go and see him tomorrow."

Seeing Bai Zhi's stern look, Zuo Hufa breathed a sigh of relief, the leader is still the leader, ruthless, and nothing has changed because of the presence of a goblin.

"Yes, is there anything else the leader wants to order? If you don't have any subordinates, you will leave." He hasn't eaten all day today, and he just returned to the church last night to put the ingot on the right guardian, and the leader drove him to continue. Chase that traitor.

"It's all right...wait, tell the people below to find some of my old clothes and put them in Mr. Song's room." Bai Zhi paused and waved his hand again: "Forget it, I'll find it for him myself, you can go down. "

"Oh... Then this subordinate is resigning." Zuo Hufa touched the back of his head and went out through the window. After stepping out with one foot, Bai Zhi's voice sounded again from behind.

"Next time you come to my room, I dare to throw you over the window and throw you to the right protector to collect medicine for him for two months."

The left protector trembled, withdrew his foot and left from the main entrance.

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The next day was bright, and Song Yuan had just finished washing, when Bai Zhi pushed the door softly and came in, seeing that he had already woken up, "I thought you were still sleeping at this hour, why did you wake up so early?"

Song Yuan relaxed his tense shoulders, he was a little scared just now, the door opened silently, he thought of ghosts for a moment, and because he didn't sleep well last night, his sweat was overflowing now, " I always wake up early, next time I just knock on the door."

Bai Zhi smiled, walked into the room with a natural expression, "I'm here to bring you some clothes, can you see?"

It was only then that Song Yuan noticed the two or three pieces of clothing in Bai Zhi's hand, and withdrew his hand that was about to take the big red robe, and stepped forward to take the clothes, "Thank you, Teacher Bai, for your kindness."

Song Yuan shook off a piece of clothing casually, the dark blue brocade robe, the cuffs, neckline and hem were all embroidered with beautiful and complicated patterns, Song Yuan suddenly remembered something, raised his head to look at the clothes on Baizhi's body, today he was wearing black and red Yes, with black as the sides and red as the bottom, which made his handsome face even more elegant and charming.

At this moment, Bai Zhi said: "These clothes are all from when I was 16 years old, and my stature is about the same as yours. Would you like to try them on?"

Song Yuan was even more curious now. These clothes in his hands...were Bai Zhi's 16 years old?

Seeing Song Yuan's confused eyes, Bai Zhi mistook him for being curious about his current age, and said, "I'm 22 this year. Speaking of which, I don't know how old Mr. Song is?"

Calling Mr. Song again, Song Yuan put down the blue dress and picked up the white one instead, "After autumn, you will be eighteen."

Unexpectedly, he was five years older. Bai Zhi looked at Song Yuan's gentle and delicate eyebrows, and felt that the age difference was good. Realizing this idea, Bai Zhi was stunned for a moment, and when he was about to think about how this idea came about, Song Yuan interrupted His thoughts, "Master Bai, are these really your old clothes?..."

It is said that a person's personality can be seen from his dressing style, but in vain, the gap between the front and the back is too big.

Bai Zhi sat on the chair, followed Song Yuan's gaze to look at the white robe in his hand, "I was still a teenager at that time, so naturally I didn't like dark colors. Actually, I don't wear this white robe very much. A demon cultist wears it. White clothes are always a little weird."

"But after I became the leader, I couldn't help it. It was nothing but black, red, and dark blue. I don't like dark blue, and black feels too old, so I can only choose red. Fortunately, I look good in red. The most important thing is to be like the leader of the Demon Cult, right?"

He didn't care much about Bai Zhi's understatement, but for some reason, Song Yuan felt a little complicated when he heard it, especially the sentence "I can't help it". Choice, and something heavier, clothes are perhaps the lightest.

Song Yuan didn't like to explain his past situation to others, and naturally he didn't like to ask others, so he wanted to skip this topic after a little thought.

But when Bai Zhi looked at his expression, he suddenly became interested. He wanted to look at the soft and helpless eyes, "I succeeded the leader. At the beginning, because I was too young, many people in the church were not convinced, especially A few elders even temporarily set up a rule that to be the leader, you must defeat them, but it is really difficult to give them a hard time..."

Bai Zhi exposed his forearm, and a hideous scar came into Song Yuan's eyes, "It was left at that time, I thought it was going to be broken."

Looking at the ugly scars, Song Yuan couldn't help but think of the horizontal and vertical scars on Bai's back, chest and abdomen last night. Is this man full of injuries?

Is that why he can tolerate pain so much?

Song Yuan felt a little suffocated and numb in his chest. This feeling made his heart beat fast. He asked Bai Zhi, "Did you hurt then?"

Bai Zhi looked into Song Yuan's eyes, smiled, and became lazy and indifferent again, "I don't remember, how long ago it happened."

In fact, I still remember it, it really hurts, it hurts so much that he wants to cry, it hurts so much that he wants to turn his father's body out of the coffin and whip him hard.

How to say to die is to die.

But he didn't want to say any more, Song Yuan's eyes made him not want to say any more, the soft eyes at first turned into heavy pity when he saw his injured arm.

He didn't hate it, but he didn't want to see Song Yuan showing that kind of look again.

Song Yuan finally wore blue clothes, with white skin and red lips. For the first time, Bai Zhi felt that the color of the clothes was pretty. He took Song Yuan to have breakfast together. Bai Zhi was thinking about how to bring Song Yuan to the library. Court.

"Mr. Song, come with me to Zangshu Pavilion. I will handle the educational affairs and you read medical books. If you don't understand, you can go to Xiaoyou. His medicine pavilion is very close to Zangshu Pavilion."

Song Yuan originally wanted to take this medical book and go to accompany Yuan Bao, but since Bai Zhi said it, then... respect is worse than obedience.And Yuanbao is right there, so he can see Yuanbao when he goes to Protector Right.

The Zangshu Pavilion is a bit dark, except for the place where Baizhi sets the table and handles the academic affairs, the other places are dark and gloomy. Baizhi ordered someone to move another soft one in, and put it opposite to Baizhi.

In the room, the needle can be heard falling, and it was dim, only the side where the two of them were was shrouded in warmth by the sun, which fell on the white, black and golden folds, and on Song Yuan's white fingers holding the book and reading.

After reading a piece of information, Bai Zhi threw it sideways into the lamp, turned his head, and saw Song Yuan concentrating on reading, his pretty eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if he was thinking about something, his thin lips were naturally straightened, and Bai Zhi leaned back Damn, I watched it openly for a while, and suddenly became interested.

Sit up straight again, unfold a piece of white paper, hold the four corners with folds, raise your eyes, Song Yuan's soft hair is yellow in the sun, looking very cute, Bai Zhi dipped some ink, the tip of the brush fell on the paper, The rough outline came out in two or three clicks.

When the sun was high, Song Yuan finally felt a little tired. He put down the book and rubbed his neck and eyes. He made a lot of notes during the period, and because he was fascinated by reading, he randomly pulled something and wrote it down. On the paper was actually written "The Poison Gu Sect was cultivated with the Gu King..." The latter was invisible, and he wrote the names of several medicinal materials with a red pen.

Song Yuan: "..."

Looking at Bai Zhi opposite, the surprised person was still reading the booklet. From Song Yuan's angle, he could only see the first few characters "Respect, Master". He looked at the paper in his hand, and he didn't know if Bai Zhi had finished reading it. This, "Hey..."

When Bai Zhi heard the voice, without raising his eyes, he said, "I've read that, are you hungry? Wait a minute, I'll finish this."

What he held in his hand was the information on tracking the whereabouts of the Returning Soul Pill, saying that the traitor disciple was eaten by a woman, and the identity of the woman was still under investigation.

Song Yuan felt relieved after hearing Bai Zhi's words, and turned to look curiously at the letter papers and notebooks in various styles and colors on Bai Zhi's table. In fact, he was very curious about what the Demon Cult does.

"What's wrong?" Bai Zhi asked.

"I'm a little curious. What do you guys do on a daily basis?" According to the script he read, the Devil's Cult seems to be fighting and killing all day long. It can be seen that it is very relaxed and casual, but he wants to He was curious about dealing with educational affairs, specifically what educational affairs.

Bai Zhi laughed, and raised the paper in his hand, "Are you curious about this?"

"No...I'm just curious about what you guys do on weekdays."

"There's nothing to do on weekdays. Practice, eat, and eat. It's over for a day." Bai Zhi saw that Song Yuan was really curious, smiled, and leaned lazily in a different position. The task is to assassinate, collect intelligence, and some problems that cannot be solved openly will spend money on us, such as court officials, who want to kill, give us money, and we will kill the target.”

When Bai Zhi said this, he looked closely at Song Yuan, and as his last word fell, Song Yuan's eyes changed, but it was not fear, but surprise, as if saying "This is okay?"

Bai Zhi laughed and stood up in a good mood.

"Of course it's more than that, but I won't tell you the rest, so as not to scare you."

It was enough for Song Yuan not to show a look of fear and disgust when he said that the Demon Sect collected money to kill people.

Bai Zhi also finds it strange that he is not a good person, and he doesn't mind being called a bad person. He is afraid that he fears and hates him. It has nothing to do with him. He doesn't care, but just now, he didn't want to see this from Song Yuan's eyes. Now, Song Yuan did not disappoint him.