Quick Wear: The Crazy Lord God is again training the sweet host

Xing Chen took the chopsticks and glanced at him, always feeling that his voice sounded strange.

The meal was eaten in harmony.

Chu Yi planned to get off work early in the afternoon, so he put down his chopsticks and hurried to the laboratory.

Seeing Chu Yi close the door and leave, Chu Luo started to clean up the garbage on the table. After a while, he cleaned the table and left in a hurry.

The room fell silent again.

Xing Chen breathed a sigh of relief, then completely relaxed, and lay down again as if he had no bones.

He had made up his mind that the faster Chu Yi made progress, the better.

Although they were sleeping together in a confused state now, he could feel that Chu Yi's emotional changes were not as radical as his physical changes.

His emotions still need time to develop.

So when Chu Yi took the initiative to invite him to dinner, he would definitely not refuse.

Xing Chen was not feeling well and was too lazy to run around anymore. He thought about just staying on the sofa for the rest of the afternoon and having a good rest, then going out to eat with Chu Yi in the evening.

It was another long and boring afternoon. Xingchen counted the time. Watching movies could not divert his attention.

There was nothing that could be done about it. He was now lying on the sofa where he slept last night. His mind was totally out of control, flashing back to the scenes of last night over and over again.

It was called a picture, but in fact it was just pitch black. After all, he couldn't see anything.

To Xing Chen, the only thing that was clear was his own dissolute appearance.

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became, and finally he buried his head in his arms and imagined himself as an ostrich.

It’s really annoying.

What is going on? Does Chu Yi’s soul also carry a cluster of fire?

Is Lihuo crazy?

Oh no, Lihuo is the master, how could the master go crazy? Then who is crazy now?

I'm going crazy anyway!

In fact, this is also a question that Xing Chen still dares not think deeply about.

Yu Lao's soul carries the Lihuo, so the things he and Yu Lao did together, can they also be considered as Lihuo...

Even if not, Lihuo could feel everything they did.

So, in the end, was it him who stained the corner of Master's clothes with his own hands?

Xing Chen closed his eyes tightly.

In a sense, Yu Lao and Master are very similar.

Yu Lao finally taught him how to love with his life.

He now realized that he could not bear the loss at all.

After experiencing that world and understanding the excruciating pain of loss, Xing Chen no longer seemed to be so resistant to such an outcome that he wanted to kill himself.

——As long as Master is fine, as long as he is fine.

The current situation is that if Chu Yi also has Lihuo, if their possessiveness towards him is not a coincidence.

Does that mean that the one who really wants him is...

Xing Chen didn't dare to think further.

After all, everything has become a fact and he must continue on this path.

Then he went on.

This is the path that Master let him take, and Master will never harm his life.

Even if it is life-threatening, this life was given by Linghui by him. If he wants to take it back, then let him take it.

His mind was in a mess and Xing Chen stopped thinking about it. At this time, the bell for the end of the second class rang outside the window.

Xing Chen looked at the blue sky outside the window.

Chu Luo only has two classes in the afternoon, and I wonder if he will come after class.

Xing Chen now both looks forward to his coming and is inexplicably afraid of his coming.

During lunch, he didn't even dare to look Chu Luo in the eye.

Xing Chen realized that something seemed to be slowly getting out of control regardless of his will.

He sighed heavily and turned his gaze quietly to the door.

It seems like he is waiting, but also like he is just in a daze.

Xing Chen didn't wait for Chu Luo to come, but he waited for Chu Luo's call.

About a quarter of an hour after the bell for the third class rang, the cell phone on the coffee table started ringing.

Xing Chen withdrew his gaze from the door, looked at his phone dejectedly, and then saw Chu Luo's name.

He didn't want to admit it, but he cheered a little inside at that moment.

"Hello." Xing Chen answered the phone.

"Brother." Chu Luo called him, then let out a low "ah" and took a breath.

Xing Chen was startled, "Chu Luo, what's wrong with you?"

Chu Luo didn't say anything on the other end.

Xing Chen sat up and changed the phone to his other hand.

"Chu Luo? Where are you? Chu Luo, what happened to you?"

"elder brother."

"Speak, what's wrong?"

"I accidentally fell down."

"Where's the injury?"

"My leg is bleeding and it hurts a bit."

Xing Chen was shocked. The sports meet was just a few days away. How could he injure his leg now?

"Are you in the dormitory?"

"Ah."

"Wait for me, I'll be there soon."

Xing Chen quickly stood up, completely ignoring the pain in his body, and rushed downstairs despite the discomfort.

When he arrived at Chu Luo's dormitory, Chu Luo was already sitting on a chair, but the originally clean and tidy dormitory was now covered with dirt, a potted plant was broken on the ground, and the large flowerpot was shattered into pieces.

There was a shocking pool of blood on the ground next to it.

Xing Chen looked at Chu Luo's legs.

Chu Luo pulled up the torn pants on his right leg. There was a long wound on his calf running from below the knee to above the ankle, and blood was still oozing out.

"Brother." Chu Luo saw him coming and called out weakly.

Xing Chen ran over and squatted to look at his leg. The wound was thin and long, and it was impossible to tell how deep it was.

"Chu Luo, I'll take you to the infirmary."

Xing Chen stood up, pulled Chu Luo's arm around his shoulders, trying to put Chu Luo's weight on himself and help him stand up.

"Brother." Chu Luo laughed softly, "You can't stand me."

Xing Chen then remembered that his divine power had not yet recovered. He turned to look at Chu Luo and said in annoyance, "Why are you so tall!"

Chu Luo was still bleeding, but he didn't forget to talk back.

"Being tall naturally has its advantages, you will know."

"I know you big head ghost, stop talking, I'll call someone."

"No," Chu Luo pulled his hand holding the phone down, "The wound is very shallow, just disinfect it. After all the hard work of walking to the infirmary, it still needs to be disinfected."

Xing Chen disagrees.

"No, I'd better let the doctor take a look to be assured."

Chu Luo started to throw a tantrum, saying that his legs were hurting and he didn't want to walk.

Xing Chen couldn't do anything about him, but he was afraid that it would really hurt him to walk.

Since Chu Luo doesn't want to see a doctor, we can only ask the doctor to come over.

While waiting for the doctor after making the call, Xing Chen clumsily swept the mud off the ground. Chu Luo looked over and wanted to lend a hand, but was glared back by Xing Chen.

Later, Chu Luo watched him pick up the broken porcelain pieces from the flowerpot and his eyelids twitched. He begged him several times to leave it there and not move it so as not to cut his hands, but Xing Chen scolded him back every time.

"It's my fault. I shouldn't have sent these." Xing Chen felt a little guilty.

"It was my own carelessness. I don't blame the flowers, and I don't blame you either."

"Anyway, this wouldn't have happened if it wasn't delivered."

Chu Luo's eyes flickered.

Who knows this?

Xing Chen had almost finished cleaning the floor carefully, and the female doctor from the infirmary also arrived.

The young female doctor walked into the room and saw Chu Luo. Her face turned red before she could say anything.

Xing Chen winked at Chu Luo teasingly behind her.

What I mean is, classmate Chu Luo, look at how popular you are!