Stay with me, I rely on the childbearing system to get pregnant and dote on me alone

Xuan Canglan consciously closed the door, blocking the outside view.

"Is something wrong?" Cha Jiu raised his eyebrows.

Xuan Canglan blinked his eyes and said with a well-behaved expression, "I'm here to thank Master for giving me the medicine."

Chajiu denied it: "I didn't give you any medicine."

Xuan Canglan smiled: "As long as I receive the medicine, it is from Master. Isn't this what Master taught me? What I think is the truth."

Cha Jiu chuckled: "Have you applied any medicine to the wound?"

This long-lost concern made Xuan Canglan's silent eyes flash with gleam, and his expression became a little aggrieved: "Not yet, Master, I'm in so much pain."

"You deserve it." Cha Jiu sneered, "Who asked you to jump over the rank and take over the mission? Against a dozen masters who are good at using magic, it's great that you can come back alive."

Xuan Canglan said obediently: "Master's lesson is correct."

"Take off your clothes and I'll give you medicine."

Chajiu's tone was very calm, but it was enough to make Xuan Canglan happy again.

He was no longer shy as before and quickly took off his shirt.

When Chajiu came back with the medicine, she saw him lying on her bed very skillfully.

Chajiu: "..."

This kid is really positive now.

She didn't know that this scene had appeared many times in Xuan Canglan's dreams.

He buried his face on the soft pillow lustfully, feeling the familiar fragrance of orchids in his nose.

It felt like I was back to that night when my master held me and comforted me all night long.

He is sure.

He wants to gain this unique preference.

If you lose...

He won't lose.

He used forbidden medicine in advance in this life and was able to practice to the ninth level of Qingxu Jue early.

If the master no longer loves him, then he will imprison him by his side forever.

Even if love is short-lived, he wants it to never wither.

"Master." Xuan Canglan called her softly.

"I'm not."

"Master, don't be angry with me, okay?"

"not good."

While Cha Jiu was applying medicine to his miserable back, he refused his advances expressionlessly.

Xuan Canglan's eyes were wet, gloomy and aggrieved.

"Master, I won't lie or use tricks. I will be more obedient than Xuan Baiyu...Xuan Fenggen."

Xuan Canglan was very jealous that during this period, Xuan Fenggen could always be with Cha Jiu.

Chajiu snorted coldly: "I taught him not because he was obedient, but because the palace master ordered me and I had to obey."

"Heart-eating Gu." Xuan Canglan looked solemn: "She uses the heart-eating Gu to control you and do anything for her."

"Master, let me be your 'puppet' and bear the damage and pain caused by the Heart-Eating Gu." Xuan Canglan said without hesitation, "This way you can be free."

Cha Jiu smiled: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Xuan Canglan: "I have checked. If you can practice to the ninth level of Qingxu Jue, you can use strong internal power to suppress the poisonous insects and stop them from attacking again."

Cha Jiu didn't take it seriously: "Then we'll wait until you get to the ninth floor."

"Okay." Xuan Canglan did not hesitate, and then tentatively called out: "Master."

Cha Jiu did not refute him this time.

The corners of Xuan Canglan's pale lips curved slightly.

He quietly stretched out his hand, pinched the corner of Chajiu's sleeve, and fell asleep as she gently applied the medicine.

It had been a long time since he'd had a good night's sleep.

In this way, Xuan Canglan was tacitly allowed to return to Wuwang Tower.

Although Xuan Fenggen was worried about him, seeing that Cha Jiu was still teaching him swordsmanship and internal skills, he couldn't say much.

What's more, every night there will be a mysterious person to guide him in practicing Qingxu Jue.

He took care of Xuan Canglan even more flawlessly.

This mysterious man is short in stature, has a rough voice, wears a wide curtain hat, and his face cannot be seen clearly.

But his understanding of Qingxu Jue is very thorough.

Xuan Fenggen occasionally received his guidance and avoided many detours.

But when Xuan Fenggen asked some more in-depth cultivation questions, the other party refused to answer.

"What is your purpose of practicing Qingxu Jue?" the mysterious man asked.

A dark light flashed in Xuan Fenggen's eyes, and he pretended to be loyal: "Of course he works for Wuji Palace."

The mysterious man chuckled: "You are dishonest."

Xuan Fenggen also smiled, naturally not revealing that his goal was to become the strongest person in the world and inherit the famous sword villa in an upright manner.

Therefore, Xuan Fenggen and Xuan Canglan, one at the third level and the other at the fifth level of Qingxu Jue, were practicing diligently day and night for their respective goals.

Five years later.

……

It's a cold and deep winter, with wind and snow lingering for a long time.

There are servants in green clothes cleaning the snow on the ground every day in Wuji Hall, but the snow is still up to the ankles, and there is a hole when you step on it.

"This winter is really cold."

"Yes, the winter coats I made for the adults above are also thicker."

The servants in green clothes who were cleaning were discussing.

A young man wearing a black robe came through the snow, holding a box in his hand, still dripping with blood.

He was wearing thin clothing and seemed unaware of the cold.

The young man's face was cold and solemn, his thin lips were ruthless, and his bottomless eyes were as cold as if they were carved by frost.

But in his arms, he was protecting a pot of white orchids with blood spots, and his movements were gentle.

When the waiters in green clothes saw him, they all stopped chatting and saluted and said hello.

Xuan Canglan ignored them and went straight to the Deacon Hall to hand over the task.

The waiter in white who was counting the results of the mission checked the heads in the box. After confirming that they were correct, he checked Xuan Canglan's name in the ledger.

"The eighth-ranked ghost doctor in the world was killed by you within three days. Not bad."

The white-clothed servant glanced at Xuan Canglan's Xuanyi: "You have been promoted to the white-clothed servant for so long, why are you still wearing the clothes of the Xuanyi servant?"

Xuan Canglan responded lightly: "I like black."

The attendant in white smiled and said: "You and Lord Protector Zuo are exactly the same. They have similar personalities, cold and indifferent, and they also like to wear the same color."

Mentioning Cha Jiu, Xuan Canglan's eyebrows softened.

Holding the orchid in his hands, he couldn't wait to walk to Wuwang Tower.

But halfway through, he stopped again and returned to his residence first.

Master doesn't like people walking into her room with the smell of blood.

Xuan Canglan took a shower seriously and put on clean clothes, then picked up Lanhua and went to find Chajiu.

"Master?"

Xuan Canglan lightly knocked on the open door, and the frost in his eyes instantly melted when it touched Xuan Yi's figure inside.

Chajiu was writing a copybook and looked up at him: "Back?"

"Ah."

Xuan Canglan stepped in and immediately closed the door to block the howling wind and snow.

Cha Jiu joked: "Now you are the most amazing waiter in white. You do more than 200 missions a year and never fail. The world is frightened. I heard that your name can stop children from crying at night. Pfft..."

Xuan Canglan put the orchid down, and the hand that easily wielded the heavy black iron sword to harvest lives was carefully picking up the small ink stick and gently polishing the ink.

He obediently allowed Cha Jiu to tease her, looking at her with crooked eyebrows and a smile on his lips.

When Chajiu said she was tired, he would offer her a cup of hot tea.

Chajiu took a sip and frowned: "The tea is a bit astringent."

"Really? Then I'll make a new pot of tea." Xuan Canglan took the half-drunk tea from her hand and walked to the tea table.

He made tea again, but his eyes were fixed on the cup of tea that Chajiu drank.

He picked up the tea cup again, took a sip from the wet edge.

The tea is astringent and sweet.

Xuan Canglan drank the tea in one gulp without leaving even a drop.

Cha Jiu next to the desk seemed to be concentrating on writing, but in fact he was smiling.

little pervert.

The system trembled with goosebumps: "He actually drank your water on purpose, and his favorability level has reached 80.00%."

When Xuan Canglan came back with new tea, Cha Jiu had already written the copybook.

"It's done." Chajiu dried the ink and threw the copybook to Xuan Canglan: "Go back and copy it, and correct your stupid calligraphy."

Xuan Canglan didn't care that his handwriting was criticized for being ugly. His eyes lit up and he stroked the copybook, cherishing it and cherishing it: "Master, was this copybook specially written for me?"

Chajiu: "Open it and take a look."

Xuan Canglan opened it with excitement. When he saw the content of the copybook, he was dumbfounded.

Words are good words.

But this content...

Cha Jiu suppressed a smile: "Nian Nian, take a look."

Xuan Canglan blushed and stuttered: "The exquisite jade pendant... is the most praiseworthy, the peach pistil... the delicate dew..."

"Why don't you read on?"

Xuan Canglan closed the copybook, his face almost burning with heat: "I'll read it when I get back."

How could anyone use this... to make copybooks!

Cha Jiu couldn't hold it in any longer and laughed heartily, her shoulders shaking.

Through tears of laughter, she looked at Xuan Canglan again, and once again discovered the changes in him as he grew up.

The skinny boy in the past has now grown into a tall and straight young man, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, long legs and a broad stride. The muscles hidden under Xuan Yi are thin and smooth...

I really want to see some places.

Is it as wonderful as the perfect figure he reveals?

Xuan Canglan knew she was sizing him up, he lowered his head shyly and clenched his fists tightly.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." Chajiu coughed slightly, regained some seriousness, and looked at the orchids on the table.

The petals are pure white, but stained with red spots like blood drops, revealing a shocking beauty.

Xuan Canglan: "This is Shura Blood Orchid. The red spots on it look like drops of blood. It looks ominous, but it is very precious. It is excellent for both medicinal and ornamental purposes."

He also said: "There is also a legend about this Shura Blood Orchid. It is said that after a man became possessed, he transformed into Shura and killed his lover. The blood was poured on the pure white orchid, and this Shura Blood Orchid bloomed."

Chajiu took the orchid from Xuan Canglan's hand and accidentally touched his finger.

She suddenly felt weird.

"In the cold winter, you are wearing thin clothes, why is your body so hot?"

Xuan Canglan retracted his fingers as if nothing happened, but his eyes trembled slightly.

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I haven't been in a good state recently. I will end this plane as soon as possible. It's harmful...