The villain can be teased but cannot be attacked

At night, in the forest path.

Gu Hong was waiting to meet up with the disciples of the immortal sect and the arrested cultivator. About an hour later, they heard the movement from the other side of the forest, and everyone stood up to be on guard. Seeing that it was Fang Qiong and the others, they couldn't help but feel relieved. Take a breath.

"Eldest brother," Fang Qiong cupped his hands, "something happened on the way, so it was delayed."

"No problem," Gu Hong looked away and asked with a frown, "Why didn't Zisu come with you?"

"This……"

Fang Qiong obviously hesitated, and when he was thinking of a better excuse, Tan Yunshao, who had been following behind him, suddenly stood up and complained: "It's not all that Xue Xun, I don't know What method did you use to hook the soul of the little junior brother, maybe right now..."

"Yun Shao, don't be rude!" Fang Qiong yelled suddenly, and then said, "Brother Qi, because Xue Xun took care of his sister, he developed a high fever in the middle of the night, and the younger brother was worried. Stay and take care of it, there is absolutely no other purpose."

Gu Hong thought about the young boy's rebellious appearance, and then thought about his younger brother who was always cold-hearted and indifferent. Thinking about it, there shouldn't be any trouble, so he nodded immediately and said: "Since the younger brother has If you have made a decision, then you won't wait for him anymore, you should take a rest first, and then get ready to set off after waiting half an hour."

"Yes, Big Brother."

When everyone dispersed, Fang Qiong pulled Tan Yunshao aside. Before he could speak, Tan Yunshao complained: "Brother, what I said just now is the truth, why don't you let me continue?" Go on?"

Fang Qiong frowned: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"...I, I know."

Fang Qiong said again: "Yun Shao, put away all your little thoughts. You have to remember, no matter how young the junior brother is, he is still the direct disciple of the fairy master, and he is definitely not someone you can replace if you want. Understand."

Tan Yunshao lowered his head and remained silent.

Fang Qiong sighed, patted his head and said: "Yun Shao, you are still young, and you will understand some things when you grow up. Remember, you can no longer target juniors in the future."

"Understood, senior brother." Tan Yunshao said sullenly.

Fang Qiong nodded, "Well, it's good to know, you are tired too, go to rest later, don't think about it."

After speaking, Fang Qiong turned and left.

What he didn't see was that the Junior Brother he was talking about had a ferocious expression at this time, under the cold wave light, there was enough anger to burn everything.

Why, why should everyone tell him that.

That Fu Zi Su Mingming is only a child in his early ten years old, is it because he is the disciple of the Immortal Lord that he is several grades higher than him? !

Everyone doesn't understand, even the seniors don't understand him, one day, one day he will step on Fu Zisu and prove his strength to the seniors!

In the evening today, it rained outside, and the air was damp with mist, which made people very humid when it fell on the body.

When Fu Zisu brought the last item into the house from the outside, his body was already half wet, so he had no choice but to take off his coat. When he lowered his head, he saw the little girl looking at him timidly, with a hand in her hand. Wearing a clean veil.

"...Beautiful brother, I'm sorry, Xiaoya didn't help you."

Fu Zisu deeply felt that he had already developed a relatively strong immunity to this title, but he had always been used to this cold face, and the disciples who get along with Xianmen on weekdays were all older than him.

Facing such a little girl now, Fu Zisu was really helpless, so he could only squat down and take the handkerchief from the little girl's hand, "Xiaoya, be good, how old is Xiaoya?"

"Four years old," the little girl smiled, rolled her eyes, stretched out her chubby little hand like a crescent moon, and said, "On her birthday just five days ago, Daddy also hunted rabbits for Xiaoya."

Fu Zisu's eyes flashed.

Five days ago, wasn't that...

Then he heard Xiaoya say: "But just one day later, Dad died. However, my brother told Xiaoya that Dad doesn't like to see Xiaoya cry, so Xiaoya will be very strong and optimistic..."

Fu Zisu was slightly touched, he reached out and touched Xiaoya's head, "Xiaoya is so good."

"But pretty brother, your clothes..."

Immediately, Fu Zisu stood up, and performed a clothes cleaning formula casually, and the water stains on the clothes were all gone immediately, not even a layer of pleats.

Xiaoya's eyes lit up, she clapped her hands and cheered, "Wow, the pretty brother is really amazing."

The little girl's high fever subsided, and her spirits improved a lot.This age is already lively and active, if it weren't for what happened in Caozhu Village right now, I am afraid that this small hut... would also be full of laughter.

"Ahem——" The curtain in the inner room was lifted, and Xue Xun was leaning against the wall, beckoning to Xiaoya, "Hey, Xiaoya, come here."

His voice was weak, dry and hoarse, one could imagine how uncomfortable it was.

"elder brother."

Xue Xunqiang cheered up, "Has Xiaoya eaten?"

Xiaoya held his hand and said obediently, "Is brother hungry? There is still cornmeal in the pot, Xiaoya is going to make pimple soup for brother."

"You..." Xue Xun grabbed Xiaoya's hand, pulled her back, and scolded with a smile, "My brother can still cough in his heart for what you made—cough cough—"

Before he could say a word, he coughed violently again.

Xiaoya felt distressed watching from the sidelines.

"...Xiaoya is waiting, brother is going to cook for Xiaoya..."

Unexpectedly, the foot was soft, and as soon as she lifted her foot, her body went limp uncontrollably, so scared that Xiaoya suddenly exclaimed, and quickly stretched out her hand to help.But he didn't expect that Fu Zisu was faster than him, and directly embraced him.

At this time, Xue Xun's body was really hot, as if he was hugging a stove in his arms.What's even more strange is that this person's body is almost covered with bones, but when we met outside the village that day, it was clear that this person was very powerful.

If not otherwise, how did the human meridians be abolished?

"Let go of me, I have to go..."

"You have a high fever, you should rest."

As he said that, Fu Zisu couldn't help but support Xue Xun's body with one hand, and took Xue Xun's arm with the other, and brought him to the bed.This force directly threw himself onto the bed, and immediately pressed Xue Xun so hard that he coughed.

"Cough, cough, cough—"

Fu Zisu got up quickly, covered him with the quilt, poured a pill out of the vial, and stuffed it into Xue Xun's mouth.

Xue Xun was so delirious and dazed at the moment, his body was limp, and he didn't even have any strength, let alone resist.

After the person was settled properly, Fu Zisu asked the well-behaved Xiaoya: "Is there any medicine left from the medicine I brought last time?"

"Yes, there are three more stickers, Xiaoya will go get them for pretty brother."

Fu Zisu glanced at Xue Xun who was unconscious on the bed, got up and walked out.

He can understand almost everything, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he has a photographic memory. The last time I saw Xue Xun decocting medicine, he was standing beside him at the time, so it would be no problem to cook another one now.

Although Xue Xun had a fever and was not awake, his teeth were really clenched. It took Fu Zisu a long time to feed the medicine to him.

After the man fell asleep, Fu Zisu walked out of the back room, and saw the little girl standing by the table, drinking something with a bowl in her hand. There was nothing in the bowl except a few wild vegetables, let alone oil and water. .

Fu Zisu couldn't help but frowned again.

What he didn't know was that since he came to this Caozhu village, or since he met Xue Xun, the expression on his face has become much more lively.

Xiaoya took another big sip before asking: "There is still in the pot, does the beautiful brother also want to drink?"

"……I'm not hungry."

"Oh."

While Xiaoya was drinking the pimple soup, Fu Zisu found a clean place and sat down.After a long while, I heard the little girl ask: "Beautiful brother, does brother stop taking medicine again?"

Fu Zisu paused, "Yes."

"That's right," the little girl looked very good-looking when she smiled, "My brother has never been afraid of pain or tiredness since he was a child, but he is afraid of taking medicine, and the harder the medicine is, the less he will drink it. Xiaoya remembers that when her brother had a fever last time, he was stunned. It was by letting Dad follow him up and down the yard that he caught my brother back and poured a big bowl full of it."

After speaking, the little girl laughed by herself.

Perhaps infected by Xiaoya's laughter, Fu Zisu couldn't help but think about the way the young man was being chased around the yard, and the corners of his lips curled up.

"Beautiful brother laughed!" Xiaoya exclaimed.

Fu Zisu was taken aback for a moment, and immediately reached out to touch the corner of his mouth. The slightly upturned arc still remained, very shallow but very real.

He couldn't remember how long he hadn't smiled.

He opened his spiritual consciousness early, and his master is strict, and there are very few people who are joking and fighting on weekdays.In addition to reading, practicing, and meditating every day, he is reading, practicing, and meditating. As time goes by, he has slowly turned from a young junior to a young adult.

Sometimes even the senior brother would call him "Little Shishu" and "Little Shishu".

laugh.

Is it because of Xue Xun?

Xiaoya said again: "When the pretty brother smiles, the mist in his eyes disappears."

Fu Zisu was puzzled, "What fog?"

"Xiaoya won't tell Brother Pretty." As she spoke, Xiaoya stuck out her tongue, turned around and poured another bowl for herself, blew on the hot air, and drank slowly.

I thought that Xue Xun would be like Xiaoya last time, taking a pill and drinking some medicine and then the high fever would subside, but I didn't expect that the fever not only did not subside, but even became tossing in the middle of the night.

Fu Zisu was meditating outside, and rushed in as soon as he heard the movement, and saw Xue Xun bent over, curled up and wrapped himself together, even sweating profusely on his forehead.

"Xue Xun, how are you?"

Fu Zisu wanted to break him apart, but found that he was very strong now, just like when he was feeding medicine during the day.

"...Cold, so cold...Fu Zisu, I, I'm so cold..."

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