Young Sovereign, he wants to die every day

"Mr. Yan... is that how you thank me?"

"I...I...who told you to be so close to me, and I don't want you to heal your wounds." Yan Xubai stuttered even more now, but he didn't feel guilty, and continued: "On the first day I come to the dojo, you can do whatever you want For no reason, I never blamed you that day. This time you did it again, scaring me again and again, but in the end it was you who suffered.

"I was really looking at your necklace that day." After finishing speaking, Fu Guilan saw the dragon-patterned necklace on his neck light up again, and at the same time, his pale face was even more bloodless.

Fu Guilan got up quickly, grabbed the man closer, and without saying a word, her palm was already attached to his back.

"You..." Yan Xubai was about to speak, when he spat out blood again with a "wow", a lot of it fell on the edge of the bed.

Fu Guilan frowned, a lot of spiritual energy gathered in his palm, and the person in his arms was still struggling to heal his wounds.Seeing his disobedience, Fu Guilan immediately turned angry, pretending to be angry and said: "If you want to get sick again, you should leave the mountain as soon as possible. It will save me time and effort to find a cure for you."

Sure enough, after hearing this, Yan Xubai stopped pushing and shoving, and became much more stable.Quietly lean on and accept the aura.

Slowly sending spiritual energy to Yan Xubai, Youlan's spiritual energy slowly flowed from Fu Guilan's palm into Yan Xubai's heart.He felt his heart was clear and cool, and the piercing pain in his chest just now eased a lot.

A moment later, Yan Xu Baijue's aura flowed into his body, mixed with a breath. This breath flowed in from his heart, flowed to the sea of ​​qi, and finally circled around Yan Xu Bailing's root.

Yan Xubai was very puzzled: "This thing is not spiritual energy. I feel that it is restless, as if it has thoughts. Thoughts? This is...spiritual consciousness? No! It's the soul! This is stripped from the soul! "

Yan Xubai moved, and opened his mouth to ask: "Senior brother..."

Fu Guilan said: "Calm down and concentrate." He was still quietly conveying spiritual energy.

When the sun went down, there was no more light, only the aura flowing from Fu Guilan's palm in the room, emitting a faint light.

Yan Xubai called softly: "Senior brother, I don't feel any pain anymore."

Fu Guilan still didn't speak.

After a while, the sending of spiritual energy was over, Fu Guilan got up and walked to the short table by the window, took out a small lamp from his sleeve, the lamp was a lotus flower, raised his hand to light up the small lamp, and put the small lamp on On Yan Xubai's bedside table.

Yan Xubai heard the sound of footsteps first, then the sound of clothes flapping and the creaking of the bed board.

"Brother?"

Fu Guilan didn't speak, but Yan Xubai wanted to shout again, but felt his left hand being held, followed by a tingling pain from the tip of his ring finger. "It hurts!" I exclaimed, and immediately withdrew my hand.

"Do you know it hurts? Do you dare to be disobedient next time?" Fu Guilan looked at Yan Xubai with a smile, frowning his brows and pursing his lips like a normal person, "Is it okay to ask for a drop of your blood if I take away my sword?"

Yan Xubai covered his fingers and took a deep breath, feeling really unhappy in his heart, the previous emotion of giving the sword a name suddenly disappeared.Listening to his words and watching his actions, I feel that he has returned to his old ways, looking like a slutty man, and his brother's demeanor when he was on the hunt before is completely gone, so naturally I don't want to talk to him.

He pursed his lips, moved his body back, and said with a cold face, "No."

Seeing him like this, Fu Guilan was almost amused, isn't this just a child's pique.

"Okay, then do you still want to get well sooner and return to Yanmen sooner?" Fu Guilan turned around, saw that the small light on the case table was about to go out, and quickly added a wave of spiritual energy, and the shadow of the lamp swayed and shone on him On his face, a pair of peach blossom eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"I...I..." Yan Xubai faltered, thinking that in the past few months in the dojo, he heard his brothers and sisters say how talented he is, how romantic he is, how kind and beautiful he is, and how he feels like a spring breeze.

The disciple of the third elder next door even treated him as a senior brother.No matter what, it shouldn't be like this. People who behave frivolously and wantonly make fun of people are actually threatening people.

Seeing that Yan Xubai didn't say a complete sentence of "I, I, I" for a long time, Fu Guilan simply reached out and pulled the man's finger that he had just pricked, and gently pinched it, and a drop of blood instantly flowed from the white fingertips. ooze.

"It hurts!" Yan Xubai wanted to withdraw his hand again, but he couldn't move. He raised his other arm to push the person. Fu Guilan had expected it, and raised his hand directly to restrain Yan Xubai's movement. Shang's smile disappeared, and his voice became serious, "Can you stop making trouble, it's not that I want to eat you!"

Hearing the scolding, Yan Xubai stopped struggling, his hands no longer retracted, he just bit his lips and said nothing, his body trembling slightly.

Fu Guilan didn't look at him any more, let go of one hand, pinched out the sword formula and stood in front of his chest, chanting the mantra in his mouth.

A round blood bead stood on Yan Xubai's fingertips, about the size of a mung bean.The small lamp on the bedside table was flickering and flickering. It had just been filled with spiritual energy, but it still looked like it was about to go out.After Fu Guilan finished chanting the mantra, the round, fat drop of blood instantly flew away from the fingertips and jumped into the wick of the small lamp.

The originally faint blue light, mixed with blood, red, red, blue, flickering, looks very strange.

But Yan Xubai couldn't see all of this, he still lowered his head slightly and didn't say a word.

Seeing that the lamp shadow was stable, Fu Guilan sighed and said, "Okay." Then he saw that Yan Xubai was still huddled, with his hands wrapped around his knees.Half of his face was covered with a ribbon, but Fu Guilan looked at the shadow of the lamp and saw that there seemed to be some water marks under the ribbon, so he reached out to wipe it off.

Snapped--

Yan Xubai raised his hand and slapped it, then opened Fu Guilan's hand, and said coldly: "Brother, if you don't want to take care of me, you can tell Sect Master Han directly, why bother targeting me like this again and again!"

Although it was a sarcastic remark, Fu Guilan could hear her crying.

Fu Guilan sighed helplessly: "I didn't...I didn't target you."

"Then why do you keep on..." Yan Xubai held back his crying, took a deep breath and said, "You keep teasing me."

"I never teased you."

Yan Xubai felt wronged for a while, and then thought of his frivolous words and deeds in the illusion, in the hall, and even just now.Not a brother at all!Every time he took the opportunity to get close to him, if he wanted to leave and break free, he severely reprimanded him.

What kind of hobby does Fu Guilan have! ?

Just now, taking advantage of the opportunity of gifting the sword, he threatened himself again, with frivolous words and unbearable behavior.There is even the previous "Your necklace is really beautiful", what are these words, is it when he is a secular woman?

"You...you..." Yan Xubai couldn't hold back any longer, he just wanted to drive away the person beside the bed, so he groped by his side.

"Aren't you going to get medical treatment? Don't you want to return to Yanmen as soon as possible?" Fu Guilan said slowly, straightened her robe, and sat on the edge of the bed.

Hearing the words "cure" and "Yanmen", Yan Xubai's grievance came up again. He has lived alone in Dingling for so many years, his grandfather cares about him, his cousin respects him, and even outsiders are respectful when they see him.

Now because he is suffering from a strange disease, his grandfather let him stay in the dojo alone, and he has to stay with people like Fu Guilan every day, but does Fu Guilan plan to treat him well?

It has been several days since I came to the dojo. When did Fu Guilan ask him about his condition, and it's fine if he doesn't want to be treated.

It is hateful that this prodigal son always talks to him some dirty words of the world, all of which are empty words in the storybook, as if they are close to each other like brothers and friends, but when they are carefully considered, they are all dirty.Just like today, just like in Mingtang a few days ago.This person talked about Xing Qi and whispered close to him, this is simply rude!Staying here will only be humiliating in vain.

At this moment, Yan Xubai recalled the previous situation in the illusion.

"You hate Fu Guilan who is practicing with you, don't you?"

"Yan Xubai, the Yan family can prosper without you, you don't have to listen to your grandfather like that."

"With what you can do, why do you need to stay in a place like the dojo, and be with that man who behaved unreasonably?"

"Mr. Yan! Don't be tempted!" Fu Guilan yelled when she saw that the Yingluo on his chest was about to light up again.

The bloody face that had just returned to a little bit now will turn pale again.

Fu Guilan finally understood that the root cause of Mr. Yan's illness was his unstable mood.Moreover, Han Feizhou also told him that Yan Xubai is a man who knows everything about spells and Taoism. Almost all the spells in the Taoist sect that are cast by the mind, if he doesn't learn them, he will be good once he learns them, and his progress will be rapid. The power is huge.

It can be seen that he was born with a strong mind.It's just that he couldn't keep his mind stable all the time, thinking about sacrifice to Yan's family every now and then, thinking too much and mourning, naturally he got the disease of leaving soul.If he can't calm down his mind, he will die soon after his five senses are lost.

Maybe Yan Xubai didn't know the reason of his illness, nor did he know how critical he was, but he still wanted to go back as soon as possible.

As for the Yan family, I don't know how Yan Guyun taught Yan Xubai.In just a few days, Fu Guilan always saw Yan Xubai secretly hurting himself, and from time to time he would talk in his sleep, saying "Yan Clan can't be defeated in my own hands" and "If anything happens, Yan Yu will die with her own body" .

But Yan Xubai ignored Fu Guilan's persuasion at all, and was still furious, biting his lower lip, trembling uncontrollably, "Wow—" He spit out another mouthful of blood.

Seeing that he doesn't care about his body, and doesn't intend to treat his illness seriously, the anger that he pretended before will really burn up.It seemed that his thoughts these past few days were probably in vain. Thinking of this, he looked at the small lamp on the table with regret. The red and blue flames were still beating, very lively.

"The suzerain told me before that the young suzerain of the Yan family puts the Yan family first in everything. Now that you look like this, I don't believe you are that kind of person. If you keep messing around like this, your illness will definitely not get better in the end. Why do you answer Yan?" Door."

Seeing that his complexion is getting worse and worse, it is worse than any day before.Fu Guilan was unhappy, and she didn't want to worry about it anymore, so she got up and walked towards the door, but halfway there, she felt that she couldn't be misunderstood in vain, and asked, "You said that I teased you everywhere, but I didn't understand after thinking about it." . If you have something to say, just say it, hesitating, what do you look like."

Fu Guilan shook his wide sleeves, put his hands behind his back, turned around slowly, and saw Yan Xubai on the bed who still didn't say a word, just backed away with his knees hugged.

He said with a sullen face: "I'm not that noble, after all, I'm seeking a job in my place. The suzerain asked me to take good care of you, and I will take good care of you as the teacher of the dojo. If you insist on messing around like this, you can do it yourself." There is a way to cure you."

Hearing these words, Yan Xubai couldn't help but retreated half a point into the bed, gathered his chest and clutched his clothes tightly, under the silk ribbon covering his eyes, there seemed to be a faint glint of water.

Seeing such a reaction, Fu Guilan was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly understood how awkward it was to get along with Yan Xubai these days.

It turned out to be the case.

Mr. Yan... since he was a child, he has had little contact with others, and he has restrained himself and restored courtesy to the extreme.

Feeling guilty at the moment, I laughed at myself secretly: "It's useless for me to think that I'm good at judging people. I didn't expect Mr. Yan to think so all the time."

His tone softened all of a sudden, far less domineering than before: "Young Master Yan, it's good to rest. I'll come and see you tomorrow."

"I don't need you to look!"

Yan Xubai's hand touched a trace of coolness, it was the sword he had just accepted, and he threw it at Fu Guilan.

A well-endowed sword was thrown on the ground like this, and it even hit someone.

Fu Guilan was hit by the sword, but she was not angry. She just picked up the sword and put it on the table in the room. Without saying anything, she left the room and closed the door.

The small lamp on the table, the shadow of the lamp kept beating, the light of the fire reflected on Yan Xubai's face, it could be seen that the person was very uncomfortable, the lip color was already light, it would be more like white paper.

"I don't want you to care about it." Yan Xubai murmured, some tears slipped down his cheeks from under the ribbon on his face.

The small lamp burned for a while, then stabilized again, the blood color disappeared, and it looked like an ordinary spirit lamp.

He didn't cry for a while, Yan Xubai felt that the piercing pain in his chest was better, lying on your bed, tossing and turning thinking about trivial things, including Fu Guilan, Yanmen, grandfather, and his own illness.

Soon fell asleep.