Help!After being transformed into cannon fodder, he was doted on by the yandere villain.

When a group of people left the Demon Realm, it was already dusk, and they found that the world of cultivation happened to be drizzling and the mountains and rivers were hazy.

When they arrived at Xuanxuanzong under the lantern, everyone was feeling damp. Xie Xingchen stepped forward and communicated with the disciple guarding the mountain gate.

After hearing this, the gatekeeper disciple nodded and said to Xie Xingchen, "Wait a moment." Then he held up a small bamboo umbrella and trotted all the way to report to the disciples in the sect.

After a while, there were direct disciples of the head of Xuanxuan Sect, welcoming them into the sect.

His direct disciple Wen Shuyu has sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and wears a special jade pendant around his waist. He behaves in a polite and courteous manner, and behaves like a gentleman.

After giving instructions to other disciples and handing umbrellas to Qingfeng sect disciples, Wen Shuyu walked quickly to Qi Hanzhi and arranged a guest room for him: "Master Qi, please come this way."

Qi Han has a special status, he belongs to the sect elder level, and his temporary residence will not be with the disciples of the Qingfeng Sect.

"No need."

Qi Hanzhi refused.

Wen Shuyu was stunned and glanced at Xie Xingchen, who was holding an umbrella with Qi Hanzhi, and seemed to know something.

He didn't ask any more questions, just nodded and said, "In that case, I won't force myself."

When Wen Shuyu remembered the origin of Qi Hanzhi and others, her face suddenly became ashamed and her eyelashes lowered.

Through the rain, his voice was a little soft, but it was clearly audible: "Venerable Qi came all the way, but it was because of the obsessed Ling Qianhe of our sect that he was extremely ashamed."

"Thank you, Lord Qi. As for Ling Qianhe's matter, I will tell the master and the elders tonight, and I will give justice to the cultivation world tomorrow."

Qi Hanzhi seemed to be smiling, but he said sarcastically: "Now that the Ling family is no longer a threat, I naturally believe that you will be selfless."

Xie Xingchen broke into a cold sweat beside him.

Qi Hanzhi's words can choke people to death, and they don't save anyone's face at all.

Wen Shuyu's face stiffened when she heard this, and she said awkwardly, "Of course."

In the early years, the Ling family was very powerful, covering the sky with only one hand in Xuanxuanzong. Ling Qianhe was used to being lawless and offended many people from other sects. Everyone in Xuanxuanzong looked like they were blind.

Qi Hanzhi still remembered that Ling Qianhe came to Yulun Sect before and caused a lot of trouble, and even encouraged Xie Xingchen to steal spiritual plants.

But in the end, Ling Qianhe didn't receive a single whipping and returned to the clan completely unharmed.

Although Xuanxuanzong is not the strongest, it is the most generous and generous sect, otherwise it would be difficult to silence the victims.

Even the guest rooms arranged for other sect disciples to stay temporarily are of the best quality.

There are several long-lit lamps in the guest room, the windows are spacious, the bed is comfortable, there is a boxy Eight Immortals table and four carved wooden chairs.

Xie Xingchen took off his coat and rolled back and forth on the soft bed. After rolling, he lay down on his back.

Looking up, he saw Qi Hanzhi still in the room, and asked, "Master? Aren't you going to go back to sleep?"

Qi Hanzhi was sitting on a carved wooden chair, playing with a white porcelain teacup in his hand.Hearing these words, he tapped lightly with his fingertips, and a narrow crack opened in the white porcelain tea cup.

"..."

Xie Xingchen didn't get a response, so he turned sideways, raised his chin, and asked, "Master? When will you leave? This disciple is going to sleep."

Together with the word "sleep", there was the sound of the teacup breaking.

Xie Xingchen: "..."

Did he say the wrong thing?

The air was stagnant for a moment, and Xie Xingchen slapped himself on the head. Why did he suddenly become stupid?

Qi Hanzhi had clearly rejected Wen Shuyu's invitation and had no place to stay.

By coming to his room now, doesn't it mean that you want to sleep with him?

Xie Xingchen blinked, sat cross-legged on the bed, pinched his knuckles, and said: "Master, I'm sorry, I forgot that you have nowhere to go, how about sleeping in the same room with me?"

"Yeah." Qi Hanzhi nodded, and pieced together the broken teacup along the cracks, trying to piece it together.

When Xie Xingchen saw that he had agreed, he got off the bed and sat on the chair opposite Qi Hanzhi, saying, "The master will sleep on the bed tonight, and the disciple will sleep on the chair."

"pat-"

The teacup that had not yet been put back together broke into pieces again.

Qi Hanzhi stared at him, it was so cold that he could freeze to death, "So unwilling to sleep with me? Are you afraid that master will eat you?"

Xie Xingchen grabbed Qi Hanzhi's finger and looked at it. He saw some blood on his fingertip and frowned: "No, it's just that the bed is too small to accommodate two people."

After saying that, Xie Xingchen felt that these words seemed familiar at first. He seemed to have told Qi Hanzhi before when he was at Guhan Peak.

At that time, Qi Hanzhi still ignored his words, and finally the two of them slept on the same bed.

Qi Hanzhi remained skeptical and pulled out his finger, "Disciple, this reason is too perfunctory."

Xie Xingchen was still worried about the bleeding on his hand.

He took out a box of ointment from the Qiankun bag and thought about applying the ointment to Qi Hanzhi, but Qi Hanzhi refused, so he had to coax him nicely, "Okay, okay, master, I will sleep with you tonight."

A lamp was as bright as a bean, and Xie Xingchen put Qi Hanzhi's hand under the lamp to apply the medicine.

Qi Hanzhi's hands are beautiful, white and long. Because of the coldness, you can't see the color of the veins unless you look carefully.

Only under the light can you see the color of the blood vessels clearly.

Turning his palm over, the white porcelain fragments of the tea cup scratched his palm and fingertips, leaving criss-crossing cuts, which was shocking.

Even if Qi Hanzhi wasn't afraid of pain, he shouldn't have tortured his hands like this.

Self-harm is not advisable.

Xie Xingchen took a deep breath. He tried his best to survive, but Qi Hanzhi tried his best not to live. "Master, your hands are so beautiful. It would be a pity if there are scars."

Under the light, Xie Xingchen's face was very gentle, and his tone of voice was gentle.

Qi Hanzhi's heart felt astringent.

When he was in Dragon City, he was weak and helpless.He was often beaten to death by other dragons, but Xie Xingchen would pick him up and take him home, giving him medicine in a gentle voice.

But he would not listen to Xie Xingchen's words and reduce the number of fights with other dragons.

In Dragon City, only absolute strength can survive. He was injured again and again, but he became stronger and stronger.

Fortunately, in the end, in a huge and cruel fighting field, he tried his best and waited for Xie Xingchen's treatment with half a breath.

And his eyes were also dug out in the fighting. Now these half-blind eyes that have grown again can only rely on the ice to see.

Qi Hanzhi chuckled and said, "You are the only one who feels sorry for me as my master."

Xie Xingchen lowered his head and applied the medicine to him, rubbing the ointment in circles with his fingers. After hearing this, he raised his head and said with a smile, "Of course, master, am I not the only good disciple like me?"

After applying the medicine, he leaned his upper body forward.

He came close to Qi Hanzhi's lips, but did not kiss him. Instead, he stared at Qi Hanzhi, blinked and asked, "Does Master want to accept a few more good disciples?"

Qi Hanzhi couldn't restrain himself, a smile escaped from his lips, "Of course not."

After finishing speaking, he clasped the back of Xie Xing's head with his palms and kissed him heavily. His lips and teeth were intertwined, his breath was heavy and disordered: "My teacher only loves you."

"Well, Master, hands! Watch your hands!"

"It doesn't matter if it's broken."

"..."