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When he slept until midnight, Song Huaiqing woke up in a daze.

He turned his head and met a sleeping face with sleepy eyes.

His mind went blank for a brief moment.

What's wrong with this man? Why does he always like to run to his bed in the middle of the night? ! Who do you want to scare to death?

Song Huaiqing frowned slightly and reached out to wake someone up.

His fingertips reached mid-air but suddenly stopped. He didn't know why. Maybe that sleeping face was too defenseless, and the sharp and arrogant look of the day was removed, leaving only Somewhat cute and quiet.

Xiao Fangchi just fell asleep lying on the edge of the bed, not occupying much space. He was even a little distance away from him. I don't know if he was afraid of disturbing him.

Thick black eyelashes rest on the eyelids, and there are obvious traces of bruises on the eyelids. In modern terms, they are called dark circles. I don’t know how long it took to get a good rest, which left such heavy dark circles.

Breathe evenly and sleep soundly. It should be a rare good sleep.

Song Huaiqing looked at it and suddenly couldn't bear to wake him up.

Thinking like this, he silently retracted his hand.

After looking at it for a while, sleepiness came over him again. He turned over, turned his back to Xiao Fangchi, and closed his eyes again.

The bedroom was silent.

Only the eyelashes of someone sleeping soundly on his stomach trembled slightly, the corners of his mouth raised a little, and then he returned to his dream.

Have a good night's sleep.

When the sky was slightly bright, Iris called Xiao Fangchi outside.

When Xiao Fangchi woke up from his sleep, his first reaction was to look at his master. Seeing that he was still sleeping soundly, he got up gently.

He just slept on his stomach like this all night, and his long legs were curled up and were already numb. When he moved, his legs cramped and he almost threw himself towards the person on the bed.

In the end, it was his quick eyesight and quick hands that supported the bedpost to stabilize his body from falling.

Iris waited for her owner to open the door, almost a quarter of an hour later.

She was speechless. Could the Lord move slower?

Before she could speak, she received the cool gaze of her master.

"Why are you making such a loud noise? If you wake up Master, you can take the punishment yourself."

Iris choked for a moment and retorted: "...Isn't it that the Immortal Master can't hear it?"

Even if she was beating gongs and drums outside, there probably wouldn't be any sound in the Immortal Lord's ears.

"That won't work, what if the master recovers." Xiao Fangchi closed the door, turned around and looked at Iris' unmasked face, squinting, "Why don't you wear a mask?"

The warning in this question was so strong that Iris instantly felt the danger, and she quickly took out her mask and put it on.

"...Wear it."

Xiao Fangchi glanced at her coolly again.

Yuanwei felt that she was wrong, winced, buried her head and abruptly changed the subject: "My lord, the spies are here to report that Duan Wuming failed in the late stage of the attack on the heaven realm, and suffered a lot of internal injuries, along with several elders who were protecting him. It has also been affected.”

This is good news.

Xiao Fangchi has been secretly watching several major sects for a long time.

A lot of spies were also placed inside just for moments like this.

"Let our spies take action. Kill the injured elder first, be subtle, and leave a few others alive for me, especially Duan Wuming. Don't kill them."

After Xiao Fangchi finished speaking, he listed the names of a few more people.

These are all things he wants to keep and torture slowly.

He is a person who will retaliate for his anger, and those people's faces must be slowly polished.

When Xiao Fangchi said the names of these people, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and there was an inexplicable overwhelming hatred in it. Although it flashed past, it was still keenly captured by Iris.

Iris felt a little frightened when she felt the paranoid and violent aura emanating from her master again.

In fact, no matter how many times, she would be frightened.

When facing certain people, the Lord will always become more bloodthirsty and cruel inexplicably.

In fact, she had doubts in her heart. Logically speaking, Duan Wuming had a reason for being troublesome to the Lord. What about the other people? She had never heard of how those people had offended the Lord. Why did the Lord deliberately stay?

What's the mystery here?

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in front of her eyes. It was so fast and swift that it cut off several hairs in one go and rubbed against her skin, causing it to burn.

She raised her head in shock, and the Lord's cold eyes flashed over her with murderous intent.

Iris knelt down suddenly: "My Lord, forgive me!"

"Never again, don't make assumptions about me without permission."

Iris: "I know."

Xiao Fangchi nodded: "Go down."

Iris saluted and disappeared in a hurry.

……

Song Huaiqing felt that Xiao Fangchi was in a good mood today.

Why do you say that? Because for the past few days, Xiao Fangchi had ignored his wishes and made him wear colorful robes.

Today, she went out of her way and gave him a crescent-colored, wide-sleeved, lotus-patterned mysterious robe to wear according to his preferences.

Is it because I slept well last night?

In fact, he had some doubts in his heart. How could he sleep well for such a tall person, sleeping huddled next to the bed and feeling very uncomfortable.

But the reason why he thought so was because he saw that the dark circles under Xiao Fangchi's face were obviously lighter.

Xiao Fangchi was lowering his head to hang the pendant for him. It was a piece of warm jade with an excellent color and felt warm in his hand.

The weather is getting cooler now, which is very practical for Song Huaiqing.

Song Huaiqing stared at the top of Xiao Fangchi's hair, thinking that this man really took care of him, much easier than Zhang Zhou.

As long as she has been by his side for the past five years, senior sister will not always say that he is sloppy and unkempt.

As he was thinking about it, an itch suddenly came up in his throat, and Song Huaiqing coughed several times.

Xiao Fangchi had just hung up the warm jade for him. When he heard the cough, he quickly turned around and poured him some water.

Song Huaiqing coughed for a while before taking it and drinking it. He said nonchalantly: "Don't be nervous, it's an old problem."

After saying that, he coughed a few more times.

It's not an exaggeration to say it's an old problem. It's been five years, so it can be considered an old problem.

Now that the weather is getting colder, his health will get worse and he will be more afraid of the cold. Coughing is common and he has to drink Qiyuan Decoction three times a day.

When he said this, his face was not so rosy, but looked sickly white, and his voice was a little weak, which was completely different from five years ago.

Xiao Fangchi's heart trembled, and he suddenly had the urge to grab his master and ask him about what happened back then. He moved his mouth, and since Song Huaiqing couldn't hear him now, he asked:

"Master, what did you do five years ago?"

Is it just because he used his spiritual power rashly before he was seriously injured?

He didn't believe it.

Even if the spiritual power is exhausted, won’t it be possible to replenish it with so many elixirs in the Bulao Pavilion?

How could it be possible for the master to be in a coma for half a year, losing all his spiritual power and losing all five senses?

Although he didn't know the ins and outs, he had a very strong intuition in his heart that told him that it was related to him.

But he didn't want to ask, because the master wouldn't tell him if he asked.

Master is a liar.

It was true in the last life, and it is true in this life as well.

He always knew.