After wearing the book, thousands of people think that my brother has become Bai Yueguang

In the cave, the thin young man was sitting in a corner with a kettle in his hand, silent.

His eyes were extremely cold, and that beautiful face was like a layer of frost and snow, and the cold air that radiated almost froze the surroundings, and even the crackling bonfire could not dispel this chill.

Chu Cizhou originally sat in the wind because he was watching Xia Yan leave, but now he secretly moved a few inches towards the warm fire source.

But the atmosphere is still oppressive.

Chu Cizhou couldn't bear it anymore, after obtaining the system's consent, he coughed lightly and said casually.

"Ji Chongxiao, it's just a heavenly jade talisman, don't worry about it."

"Although our Qingxiao Peak is not good at making talismans, there are more spiritual treasures than their Mingyu Peak. In the future, I will ask Master to give you a few pieces that are ten or a hundred times more precious than him, so...cough."

That's right.

Today, the hero's younger brother Xia Yan rejected the future boss who gave him the Heavenly Teleportation Jade Talisman.

Obviously, this incident hit the hero deeply.

But there is no way.

No matter how cool this book is, it has to be done step by step.

It was only in the middle of the first volume that Xia Yan officially bowed to the hero's personality charm and became his loyal younger brother, and that jade talisman only became the hero's possession at that time.

Not yet.

But Chu Cizhou didn't expect this body to be so slow, he choked on the wind when he didn't pay attention, bowed down and coughed uncomfortablely.

"Cough, cough, water... cough, hot water!"

Ji Zhongxiao hadn't had time to be dazed for a long time because of this sudden comfort, when he was pulled back to his senses by a violent cough.

There was rarely a trace of panic on his grim face, and he didn't dare to procrastinate when he opened the kettle and handed it to Chu Cizhou's lips.

"Brother, take a sip."

But Chu Cizhou coughed until the corners of his eyes turned red, and when he saw the crude kettle, he still pouted and turned his head in contempt.

"I don't want to drink from the spout, what you have drunk is dirty!"

Ji Zhongxiao's cold phoenix eyes were full of helplessness, and he explained kindly: "I haven't had any."

"Cough, cough cough." Only a few words were wasted, and Chu Cizhou coughed a few times sickly, his soft voice revealing a pitiful spirit.

He was painful and stubborn, "Cough, dirty...cough cough..."

Ji Zhongxiao: "..."

He began to rejoice that he knew that after the little senior brother came to lead the team, the supplies were well prepared.

He took out a small bisque bowl from the storage ring, and after rinsing it in front of Chu Cizhou, Ji Zhongxiao poured another bowl of hot water and sent it to the delicate senior brother.

There was a sigh in the voice, like a parent coaxing their disobedient kid.

"Brother, drink some water now."

It fell into Chu Cizhou's ears, because the hero was afraid of him and didn't dare to speak loudly to him.

He really felt a little uncomfortable, and he also knew that he couldn't be too picky in the secret realm, so he reluctantly stretched out a plain white hand from the fox fur, took a small sip from the porcelain bowl.

Slightly frowning and swallowing, it was like tasting poison, but luckily suppressed the continuous coughing sound.

Ji Zhongxiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, it is not easy to serve this young master to drink a sip of water.

At this time, he was interrupted by Chu Cizhou, and his crazy idea of ​​desperately trying to snatch the jade talisman was not so strong.

He wanted to get the jade talisman to verify the authenticity of his mother's relic, the talisman drawing recorded in the handbook.

Even if you can't get it, just take a look.

If Xia Yan doesn't give it, then grab it!

You know, if that handbook is real, he might be able to repair the broken parts... He has learned the art of drawing heavenly talismans!

No one noticed that Ji Zhongxiao's cold star-like eyes flashed a dark red color that only magic cultivators have, but it was fleeting, and a helpless smile emerged from the corner of his mouth.

But before that...he had to take care of his sick and weak brother.