Master, after his soul is gone

Yan Yuzhi coughed lightly, but breathed a sigh of relief.

He took off his clothes as if there was no one else around, picked up the blue shirt hanging at the side and put it on, then looked at the person who turned his back at some point.

"Ah Zhou, I'm fine."

Only then did Wen Qizhou look him up and down, his words were full of worry, "What's going on?"

"I heard from Yinshuang that you were all wet when you came back."

"But who bullied you? Tell me who it is, and I will help you vent your anger."

Meeting the concerned eyes, Yan Yuzhi shook his head lightly, "It's nothing, don't worry."

Wen Qizhou frowned, "Master."

Pressing down on the slightly furious man, Yan Yuzhi chuckled and shook his head.

Seeing that he really didn't want to say anything, Wen Qizhou was not easy to press, but he prepared hot water very thoughtfully.

Regarding this behavior, Yan Yuzhi was really helpless, "Ah Zhou, I'm not so weak yet."

"Just change your clothes and you'll be fine."

That's what he said, but that night, Yan Yuzhi paid the price for his words.

The next morning, Wen Qizhou came over to call for someone, and found that Yan Yuzhi was wrapping himself in a quilt, with an abnormal blush on his face.

He shook the sleeping person lightly, but there was no response.

Wen Qizhou reached out to touch his forehead, and frowned fiercely the next moment.

"Master, Master, wake up..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Yuzhi turned around impatiently.

When he was about to continue calling, Wen Qizhou couldn't help but stop, because he noticed a glimmer of light on the back of Yan Yuzhi's neck.

Pulling away Yan Yuzhi's collar, he saw a star-shaped imprint near his shoulder, which was dazzlingly bright at the moment.

The moment his hand just touched, the whole person was bounced away.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and stood firmly aside, but the pain in his palm seemed to remind him of something.

This also woke up Yan Yuzhi who was in a coma, and looked at the person standing beside him in a little confusion.

Seeing that he woke up, Wen Qizhou put away his thoughts of continuing to explore, and walked forward with concern.

Yan Yuzhi thumped his painful head lightly. He was about to ask Wen Qizhou what was wrong with him, but he froze when he opened his mouth.

This is his voice?Why is it so dumb?

After covering Yan Yuzhi with the quilt, Wen Qizhou sighed softly, "Master, you have a fever."

Yan Yuzhi sat up abruptly, "How is it possible, how long has it been since I..."

Before he could finish his words, he realized that he had no spiritual power now, just like a mortal, and it was normal to think about it when he was sick.

She pursed her lower lip lightly, still a little unacceptable, "It's just that I got wet for a while and took a hot bath, yet I still get sick."

"Why is my body so fragile?"

After saying this, Yan Yuzhi felt a little powerless, and fell back on the bed with despair in his eyes.

Wen Qizhou lightly tucked the corner of the quilt for him, and said softly, "I'm going to make some soup for Master, and I'll be back later."

Although he didn't want to face it, Yan Yuzhi hummed and fell into a coma again.

After Wen Qizhou came back, he tentatively opened his collar, wanting to check it again, but the mark had disappeared, leaving only his fair skin exposed.

Without giving him a chance to continue thinking, Yan Yuzhi opened his eyes in a daze, "Ah Zhou."

Reaching out to help him up, Wen Qi Zhou said softly, "Master, come, take the medicine."

Yan Yuzhi hummed and let the people behind him feed him.

Until the bottom of the bowl of medicine, Wen Qizhou heard a soft murmur, "Azhou, do you think I still have a chance to recover my spiritual power?"