After passing through the book, Master must work hard to achieve the ending of be

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This day and night.

Song Huaiqing finished taking a bath, wrapped herself in a quilt, and was about to go to bed.

Although he didn't know exactly where Xiao Fangchi kept him, all the structures and layout here were exactly the same as Canglang Pavilion, so he was still very used to it.

Sleepiness gradually came over, and Song Huaiqing slowly closed his eyes.

Just when he was about to fall asleep completely, he suddenly felt himself being pushed.

He opened his eyes and saw Iris standing beside the bed looking at him, her expression seemed a little solemn.

"what happened?"

he asked.

Iris opened and closed her mouth, not knowing what she said.

Song Huaiqing's face was full of doubts.

Only then did Iris remember that the Immortal Master couldn't hear now. She held her forehead and secretly cursed herself for being dizzy.

She went to get a pen and paper, wrote a few words on it, and showed it to Song Huaiqing.

Song Huaiqing has already sat up.

On the paper it says:

Immortal Lord, can you go and see the Lord? The Lord is seriously injured. But he was unwilling to receive treatment or get close to us for several days. I knocked on the door tonight, but there was no sound at all. The Lord was afraid that he had fainted, but he had an order not to let us in. I really had no choice, so I came to see the Immortal Lord.

Xiao Fangchi was seriously injured?

No wonder she hasn't been hanging around in front of him these past few days.

But is it useful to find him?

Song Huaiqing said lightly: "It has nothing to do with me."

That little beast wants to torture himself, it's none of his business.

Love so much.

Yuanwei looked at Song Huaiqing's indifferent expression and quickly wrote:

The Lord was seriously injured, and I was afraid that his body might not be able to hold on. Immortal Lord, please, just go and have a look.

Although he couldn't see Iris's face, Song Huaiqing could feel that she was anxious at the moment, but she was loyal.

"Didn't you tell me that he doesn't want treatment, so what's the use of me going?"

Iris wrote again:

It's useful. The Lord cares about the Immortal Lord very much. The Lord will definitely listen to the Immortal Lord's words.

Song Huaiqing touched his chin with his finger, feeling a little undecided.

As a vicious master, it seems that he shouldn't go to see Xiao Fangchi, and Xiao Fangchi also locked him up. He shouldn't go either because of emotion or reason.

However, for some reason, there was a voice in his heart urging him, as if asking him to follow Iris and take a look.

After a while, he sighed: "Lead the way."

Forget it, just think that he owes it to that little beast.

A flash of joy flashed in Iris's eyes.

He knew that the Immortal Lord was a soft-hearted and kind-hearted person, and he would definitely not ignore the Lord.

"You go out and wait for me first."

Iris bowed and exited.

Song Huaiqing put on her clothes and followed Iris to a dormitory.

The door to the dormitory was closed, and Iris pointed inside.

There were shadow guards guarding the door. When they saw them, they immediately stretched out their hands to block them: "The Lord said no one can enter."

Iris raised her head and said sternly: "My lord, my life is almost gone now, and I can't get in. What happened to my lord, can you afford to delay?!"

Yuanwei was originally Xiao Fangchi's right-hand man, with a relatively high status, and what he said made sense. Several shadow guards relaxed, but still stopped him.

Iris rolled her eyes helplessly and said, "If the Lord blames me, I will bear it myself, that's all."

This time, the shadow guard no longer had any worries and made a gesture of invitation.

Song Huaiqing nodded clearly, pushed open the palace door, and walked in.

The dormitory was very quiet, not just because he couldn't hear any sound at all, but because Song Huaiqing instinctively felt that it was quiet.

He walked a little deeper and smelled a faint smell of blood. As he got closer, the smell of blood gradually became stronger.

Going around the screen, Song Huaiqing saw Xiao Fangchi who had passed out.

He was lying on the couch, rather than lying down, it was better to say that he fell to the ground against the couch. His clothes were messy, his face was pale, there was a bloodstain on his cheek, and there were many bloodstains on his body.

Song Huaiqing frowned slightly. This little beast was quite capable, but he didn't know what he was doing. He was so highly cultivated and yet he made himself so miserable.

He walked over, reached out and patted Xiao Fangchi's face: "Wake up."

Obviously, Xiao Fangchi had fainted and showed no reaction at all.

He patted harder.

Still no response.

He covered Xiao Fangchi's veins, his spiritual power was greatly depleted, and his meridians were also broken. The situation was indeed not good.

He was probably seriously injured to begin with, but he was still unwilling to receive treatment and made it even worse.

Song Huaiqing sighed with some resignation, stretched out his hand under Xiao Fangchi's armpit, and wanted to carry him to the bed.

But he couldn't use too much force. Xiao Fangchi was as heavy as a pig, and he almost tripped over it several times.

He had no choice but to climb onto the couch, grab Xiao Fangchi's shoulders from above, and drag him up bit by bit with difficulty.

After a lot of effort, he finally moved the person to the bed.

Damn, it’s so heavy.

Song Huaiqing gasped, cursing in his mind while taking the elixir from the storage bag. Thanks to his body, the most abundant items in his storage bag now are various elixirs and medicinal materials.

He took a pill with excellent healing effects and stuffed it into Xiao Fangchi's mouth, but Xiao Fangchi passed out. Although it melted in his mouth, he couldn't swallow it at all.

He poured water into Xiao Fangchi again, trying to make him swallow the elixir. But it failed. All the water flowed out from the corner of his mouth and wet his clothes.

The master, who had never served anyone before, was at a loss.

In desperation, he pinched Xiao Fangchi's nose tightly, slapped his big mouth at the same time, and said angrily: "Eat it quickly!"

After his nose was pinched, he soon became unable to breathe, and felt a sense of suffocation. The unconscious person opened his mouth to breathe and swallowed at the same time, and then successfully swallowed the elixir.

Well, next, next words...

Song Huaiqing looked at the man covered in blood with some reluctance.

After being in a stalemate for a long time, Song Huaiqing reluctantly went to get a clean undershirt.

I silently chanted in my heart, "Send Buddha to the West, save people to the end."

After a while of mental preparation, he hesitantly stretched out his hand to take off Xiao Fangchi's clothes.

It was the first time for him to undress a man. He was not used to it, and his movements were a little awkward. He didn't know where to start, and it took him a while to even take off the outermost layer of clothes.

No matter, just screw it up.

Song Huaiqing made up his mind, pulled open Xiao Fangchi's belt, pulled the collar to both sides, and his chest was instantly exposed.

However, after seeing it clearly, Song Huaiqing was suddenly stunned.

Xiao Fangchi's somewhat lean chest was covered with scars, one after another crisscrossing and overlapping, covering the skin. Some were large, some were small, and there were all kinds of tooth marks from ferocious beasts, some of which even covered the original part of the skin. skin color.

He was stunned for a moment, then took off his clothes again. Suddenly, the skin underneath was slowly exposed.

There are only a few more scars on the stomach. The longest one is from the chest to the abdomen, and it is very wide. It is probably that Xiao Fangchi was almost disemboweled at that time.

Is this the hardship of five years...

Song Huaiqing stretched out his hand. For some reason, his hand suddenly shook, and his fingertips touched the scars. Suddenly, those scars seemed to be on fire, burning through his fingertips, seemingly scalding the tip of his heart.

He couldn't explain what it felt like.