Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

(8)

Appearing in the courtyard of the small thatched house, Lin Huan noticed that the obedient Yaksha was still there, sitting at the table, waiting slowly with his eyes closed.

Like a big kid waiting to be picked up.

Lin Huan sighed helplessly and walked towards him slowly. When he reached his side, he carefully held his hand.

"I am back!"

"Golden Peng?" Fushe opened his eyes.

"No, I'm not... Never mind." Lin Huan shook his head, smiled, and walked back to the room holding Fushe's hand.

"You can call me whatever you want."

"Apply the medicine first, so the wound on your hand won't hurt."

She supported him and walked slowly into the room. Just as she sat down on the bed, before she was fully seated, Yasha frowned and her breathing became heavy. The malice and resentment entangled and emanated from her were so strong that she found it unbearable.

Is this the evil miasma that lingers like a thorn in the flesh… the retribution for the Yaksha clan’s countless generations of killing? Lin Huan gritted his teeth, put his hands behind his back, and used all his spiritual power (?) to fight against it. The dark evil spirit on Fushe’s body became heavier and heavier, even causing the surrounding air to become sticky.

"Go... Go! Don't stay here..."

"Brother Fushe... it hurts, right? I know you're in pain... so how can I leave? Don't be afraid, it will be fine soon, and it won't hurt soon... You don't have to do anything... just hold on! Just hold on... leave the rest to me... it will be fine."

Lin Huan struggled, pouring all his spiritual power into Fushe, hoping to temporarily suppress the evil miasma raging in his body. At the same time, he took out a few talismans from his arms and stuck them on Fushe's forehead, "Okay, it's okay, don't be afraid..."

Feeling that the people around her were gradually quieting down, she collapsed to her knees on the ground, and Fushe was already lying on the bed, unconscious. Leaning against the bed, Lin Huan looked up at the half-dark sky outside the window... Another day passed.

Unable to rest yet, Lin Huan gritted his teeth and stood up, first boiling water to steam a few patches of medicine, and then after seeing that everything was settled, he slid down to the ground with peace of mind.

The Yaksha clan is a very sensitive species. Even though he has no memories now, he can still detect abnormalities in his surroundings through his instincts and combat intuition acquired over the years. Especially when the heaviness and pain in his body gradually dissipated and was replaced by a warm feeling, he knew that he had finally calmed down again.

"Golden Peng...?"

"Brother Fushe is awake? Drink the medicine first."

(9)

Looking at Yaksha who drank the medicine obediently and frowned because of the bitter taste, Lin Huan asked softly: "Do you feel uncomfortable now?"

“…No, it’s just that the medicine is very bitter.”

"Good medicine tastes bitter. If you feel sleepy, just cover yourself with a blanket and take a nap. I will always be here." Lin Huan pulled a blanket to cover him.

"I... fell asleep, and you won't leave?"

"Maybe... At least, I won't leave until you have a good dream." Lin Huan sat on the bed, holding his hands, patting them again and again, slowly transmitting gentle spiritual power in his hands, smiling. "Be good... Do you want to listen to music?"

"Listen..." Fushe's thoughts slowly dispersed... That kind of very safe and peaceful feeling, unprecedented, made him relax both physically and mentally.

Lin Huan took out a bamboo flute from his bosom. It was not a magical instrument, but a simple, ordinary bamboo flute.

"I'll play it for you. Listen carefully... If you feel sleepy, you can sleep."

Fushe blinked and nodded.

A melodious melody spread throughout the courtyard. As the melody progressed, Fushe's expression gradually relaxed, and he slowly fell into a deep sleep.

After a long while, Lin Huan stopped and then smiled faintly.

"Sleep peacefully, Brother Fushe."