The villain master online collapses the character design

Jiang Ziming had a very long dream. In the dream, there were love affairs, interpersonal difficulties, perseverance and untimely life. It was hard to calm down and meet again.

He seemed to have lived countless vigorous and ordinary lives in his dreams, but his heart was always hanging, until he met a person, that person taught him how to behave, took him to watch the fireworks in the world, and left a light for him to come back. At home, he also avenged him, cooked and washed for him.

Even if it was just in a corner of the mountain, repeating the boring days every day, but as soon as he saw that person, his heart was filled and he would not think about anything else.

He stood under the tree and looked at the figure of the man, the figure holding the sword was slim and graceful. Although he couldn't see the face clearly, he already felt that he must be a stunning beauty.

"Xiao Shi, come here."

Even the voice is singing like an oriole, pleasant to the ear, dreamlike and unreal, like flowers in a mirror and moon in water.

He suddenly thought of a person, a young man he couldn't grasp or touch, who was the beginning of his coming to this world and the cornerstone of his leaving this world in the end.

It was at this moment that he realized that his dream was not his own, he was dreaming for someone else, and there was only one person he dreamed of from the beginning to the end, a person he didn't know when he started to think about it, and he was happy to see it. Then read people.

It turned out that he accidentally put himself in a predicament, knowing that it was unthinkable but still thinking about it again and again.

He woke up from a heavy dream, and the emptiness in his heart made it difficult for him to breathe.

"Master?"

The trembling voice brought him back to reality, he looked at the person in front of him with a haggard face, it seemed that he had been guarding him for a long time.

Jiang Wenhao wept with joy, and quickly knelt down on the ground, "Master, you scared me to death, and the doctor said you were bewitched."

Jiang Ziming knew that he was really possessed by an evil spirit. When Sun Yun was killing the monster, he saw the evil energy attacking him, and he blocked it for him without hesitation. At that moment, he was convinced that he was possessed by an evil spirit, which was another kind of evil.

The two disciples stayed by his bedside for a month, and the Brahma sect did not dare to disclose the news, and announced to the outside world that the Immortal Venerable had felt something recently, and he was practicing in seclusion.

Now that he woke up, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Ziming never liked to meet people, so the elders only sent a representative to see him. Wang Zhengxin rushed over when he received the news that he was awake. When he saw him, his eyes were full of tears, and he held his hand and muttered, "You Say what to do if you really have troubles, although I said that I will die for you, but that is all a joke, I wish you would never die..." He regained his composure and swallowed the last two words, and then turned around for a while. cry.

Even if Jiang Ziming slept for a month, he couldn't bear to see a living person any more. He winked at Jiang Wenhao who was guarding him. However, the apprentice is also a good showman, and meeting someone who likes to act like the master is just right for him. , and immediately lay down on his stomach, singing and crying with Wang Zhengxin.

"..."

One old and one young, crying back and forth, like mourning, Jiang Ziming had the illusion that he was already in the palace of the king of hell, until Sun Yun came back from taking the medicine, and saw the two lying on the bedside crying, disgusted look It's hard to hide, no matter the head of the sect or the senior brother, they all swept out the door, and they didn't forget to close the door so that they wouldn't come in the future.

Great!Jiang Ziming cast a grateful look, as expected of his apprentice.

Sun Yun sat beside his bed, brought out half a bowl of porridge, and Jiang Ziming was about to pick it up, when he saw him blowing the cold to feed himself, he was stunned for a moment and opened his mouth.

The porridge tasted very bland, and even the sweetness had to be chewed carefully to bring out a bit of it. He didn't want to eat it after two mouthfuls. Don't open his mouth to refuse at the beginning, Sun Yun came over again with a serious face, "Eat over."

With an undeniable tone, Jiang Ziming stopped the protagonist in awe, and honestly opened his mouth to finish the bowl of porridge he fed.

Sun Yun put down the bowl, and then said in a gentle tone, "If you don't drink the medicine after eating, it will hurt your stomach."

Jiang Ziming turned his head to see that there was still a bowl in the box, which contained thick traditional Chinese medicine, and his scalp felt numb all of a sudden, "Take medicine?"

"Are you afraid of suffering?"

It's not that he's afraid of suffering, it's just that the posture of the bowl is scary.Jiang Ziming saw that his eyes were bloodshot, and he was still here guarding himself to drink the medicine. He couldn't bear it, so he stopped being hypocritical. He reached out to take the medicine bowl, and took a sip.

As far as the taste of that bowl of medicine is concerned, besides bitterness and astringency, after taking this sip, he intended to prove that he can take good care of himself. When Sun Yun opened his mouth after taking it, he retched. He couldn't bear the bitter taste in his mouth. If he hadn't tried his best to control it, he would have almost poured out all the porridge and medicine he had just eaten.

Sun Yun didn't dislike him, and held his shoulders with his hands, and waited for him to vomit for a while before helping him to lean back, took out a candy from his arms and fed it to him, "Why are you in such a hurry to drink?"

The sweet taste dilutes the bitter taste in his mouth, and brought him back from hell to the world. Jiang Ziming yelled at him, "You didn't even say you have sugar."

Sun Yun changed his usual slander and did not argue with him, but asked him gently, "Is it better?"

"It's much better." Jiang Ziming smashed the candy in his mouth, seeing that his dark circles were almost as big as fists, and he was about to pack up, so he stretched out his hand and pulled him down, "Rest, I'll be fine when I wake up."

Sun Yun was suddenly pulled by him, and his center of gravity was unstable, so he leaned over. Fortunately, he supported him in time, otherwise he would hit his head on his shoulder. He said helplessly, "I'm going to bed." Seeing Jiang Ziming's embarrassing expression, he went Putting the medicine bowl aside, sitting on the edge of the bed, "Then this is fine."

After finishing speaking, he put his arms on his head and closed his eyes. Before Jiang Ziming could speak, he had already fallen asleep. It seemed that he was really tired.

Jiang Ziming cast a spell on him to check him, and he was relieved that he was not injured. He bent his neck to look at him. Sun Yun is the best sleeper, he doesn't hate people or roll his eyes. Those who look harmless to humans and animals are the best to bully.

"Master!"

Jiang Wenhao came again, and Jiang Ziming immediately signaled him not to speak. Jiang Wenhao stared at him, his head was like a slap in the face, and then he went to sit down on the edge of the bed lightly, and asked by voice transmission if he wanted to move Sun Yun back to the room to sleep. , Jiang Ziming saw that Sun Yun was sleeping deeply, he must have not slept well in the past month, so he shook his head, carefully removed his hand and prepared to get up.

Jiang Wenhao's eyes widened, and he waved his hands to signal that he couldn't do it. However, the master was a donkey and turned a blind eye to his actions. After getting out of bed, he moved Sun Yun up.

Jiang Ziming wanted to breathe some fresh air after lying down for too long, so he just made room for Sun Yun, covered him with a quilt and took Jiang Wenhao out to talk.

As soon as he went out, Jiang Wenhao jumped up excitedly, "Master, how can you blow the wind just after waking up, be careful of catching a cold!"

Although he had good intentions, Jiang Ziming couldn't help but look at him with "caring for the mentally retarded". He is a fairy, how could he catch a cold!

Seeing that he was indifferent, Jiang Wenhao knew that he couldn't control him, so he sighed and ran back to the room to find him a cloak, and put it on him forcibly, so that he looked better, and told him sullenly what happened this month, He usually speaks extremely long-winded, and he likes to add drama to himself.

This time it was concise and to the point, and the matter was finished in a few words.

Sure enough, Shibie treated each other with admiration for three days. When he woke up, all the apprentices liked him a lot.

The matter of Feng Xizi was completely resolved. The Yu family voluntarily divorced, and the matter between him and Feng Xizi was a fraud. The Yu family was not in trouble. Feng Xizi immediately wrote to Wang Zhengxin to explain, and the marriage would naturally be over. .

As a result, there was another conversation in the world of comprehension. Some Huaichun girls who worshiped the immortal were full of enthusiasm, and some laughed at the immortal who was jealous.

Jiang Ziming didn't care, anyway, he was lying down and couldn't hear, and now the rumors had blown for a while, and the rest was just a breeze, which didn't hurt much.

After the matter was finished, Jiang Wenhao hurriedly urged, "Master, go back quickly."

Jiang Ziming looked back at the closed door, thought for a while and still didn't go back, but asked Jiang Wenhao to find out all the practice books of Xuan Yunfeng and send them to Sun Yun's room. From tomorrow onwards, he will take Sun Yun to practice. Of course, it can't be done overnight. Gradually, he will check in regularly.

Jiang Wenhao: "Oh, my junior has already taken away all the classics half a month ago, and I've been reading them all the time I've been guarding you."

Jiang Ziming was greatly moved, as expected this trip to Netherland was not in vain, the young man knew he had to work hard.

Just when he was about to go back to his room to see his beloved disciple, he saw someone push open the courtyard door, and saw that his eyes had lost the joy before, but had a bit of coldness in them, "Senior brother."

"Elder Tianyu." After Jiang Wenhao saluted, he welcomed him in, and then consciously went to make tea.

A half-yellow leaf fell on the stone table, and Chu Jiao will play with the leaf, "How is senior brother?"

Jiang Ziming nodded, knowingly asked, "I haven't seen my junior for a long time, but what trouble did I encounter?"

Chu Jiao broke off the leaf in his hand, and answered him calmly, "A month ago, I heard that there was a snow demon hurting people in Cichuan, so I went there. Only when I came back did I find out about the marriage of senior brother and going to the magic city. Fortunately, senior brother Mana Gaoqiang returned safely."

The flowers in the yard have withered a lot, only a few here and there are still holding on. When the wind blows, you can't smell the fragrance of spring flowers, but only feel the hot summer wind. Just when Jiang Wenhao is holding hot tea, the air The heat in the room was even more obvious, but the atmosphere between the two was subtly dignified, turning the hot wind into a cold wind.

Jiang Ziming picked up the hot tea, and a thin layer of frost formed on the edge of the teacup. He took a sip of the herbal tea and said with a smile, "It's thanks to you that I'm safe and sound."

"That's really not in vain for me to pray for senior brother every day." Chu Jiao looked at the tea in front of him, the tea leaves were floating in the water, and suddenly broke into several pieces, he touched the teacup with his fingers, and the corners of his mouth raised.

After seeing off the guests, Jiang Wenhao came to collect the tea set, and when he touched the tea cup, it shattered into several pieces with a "bang", which startled him, "Master, are you fighting with your uncle?"

"No." Jiang Ziming put down the teacup in his hand, turned and went back to the room.

Jiang Wenhao scratched his head in bewilderment, and carefully put away his tea set, "hiss" he hurriedly withdrew his hand, but it wasn't broken, but it was surprisingly cold.

"..."

Is this called no fighting method?

Are the two tea sets not evidence?