Brother, your character is broken

Luo Guiyuan leaned against the wall and sat crookedly on the ground, with his legs crossed, humming an unknown tune, he took a random piece of wood in his hand, and the muscles on his forearms relaxed with the movement Tight, really good-looking.

His eyebrows are very healthy, and his early 19s are the period when he is at his peak, and his whole body is full of warm sunshine.

Although he was raised in this snow-capped mountain with few people since he was a child, the only person he came into contact with was Chu Yifei except his master.

But unexpectedly, his small mouth is very good at babbling, babbling, babbling, maybe he was a parrot in his previous life.

The fire beside him was crackling, and he casually added another handful of firewood, and now the cave looked brighter. The warm fire light flickered in the cave, which made the shadows printed on the cave wall Changing shape with flickering firelight.

This cave is big enough, but the furnishings are very simple, a wooden table, a small pot, a few wooden bowls and three stone beds, a few stone benches and nothing else, the real house is barren.

When Luo Guiyuan was humming and humming most happily, a magic circle suddenly appeared in front of him, and the little song stopped abruptly. Before he could see it clearly, a bloody man fell out with a thud.

It was Chu Yifei.

"My Nine-Tailed Fox Grandma, you are now ready to make Maoxuewang." He stroked his chin and walked to Chu Yifei's side, and helped him up: "What happened to you?"

"Snow Wolf." Chu Yifei said weakly, leaning against the wall.

He lost a lot of blood, was very dizzy, and had double images when he saw everything.

The voice of the reply was also like that of a mosquito, if Luo Gui was not so close, he could hardly hear what Yi Fei was saying.

Chu Yifei is not a person who is used to showing weakness, even now his small face is pale, and he is unwilling to hum when the pain is tight, but he just clenched his lower lip and tried his best to endure it.

Chu Yifei wanted to raise his hand to wipe off the wolf blood on his face, but Luo Guiyuan hurriedly held it down: "Farewell, ancestor, don't move anymore, I'll do it, I'll do it."

He took a cloth casually, dipped it in water, and wiped Chu Guiyuan's face vigorously. He still kept muttering, "You say that you don't know how to call someone every day, even a three-year-old child knows that you can't call him daddy." .”

Chu Yifei felt that this sentence was strange, and was silent for a while: "You are not my father."

Luo Guiyuan:···········

Luo Guiyuan hated the violent healing of the iron and steel, and his expression was filled with righteous indignation, as if Chu Yifei had killed his father and enemy, and made him suffer the humiliation of taking his wife away.

Luo Guiyuan splashed water hard on his face, but Chu Yifei didn't speak.

Luo Guiyuan pulled his clothes vigorously, but Chu Yifei didn't speak.

Luo Guiyuan took out all kinds of herbs and smashed them vigorously, his eyes were fierce, as if the herbs were Chu Yifei, and he didn't speak.

Luo Guiyuan pressed the herbal medicine on his wound, and Chu Yifei finally let out a stern howl: "It hurts, hurts! Wait! It hurts!"

The fine pain climbed up along the wound, and there was a feeling of picking apart the broken flesh with a needle, which made Chu Yifei's nose drip with sweat.

He not only howled, but also tried to crawl to the corner with his hands and feet, to avoid Luo Guiyuan's claws.

Luo Guiyuan refused to let him get his wish, grabbed his arm and grinned grinningly: "Now I know it hurts, so I will try my best next time."

Luo Guiyuan just couldn't understand how Chu Yifei kept silent about everything, and took care of it all by himself, and took the medicine with his hands quickly.Chu Yifei kept crying out for pain, like crying for mourning, Luo Guiyuan took the opportunity to give Chu Yifei a shudder.

Who would have thought that Chu Yifei, who was so powerful, would be most afraid of pain in his life.

When Shang Genglan, who went down the mountain to purchase ingredients, came back, half of Chu Yifei's life had already drifted away. He was leaning against the fire with his shirt on and his arms around the quilt. His eye circles looked a little red under the firelight, like a boy who had lost his footing. , or a delinquent boy who was bullied.

His eyebrows and eyes are beautiful, with beautiful arcs at the end of his eyes, and the shadow cast by his dense eyelashes covers the looming tear mole under his right eye.

Because Chu Yifei has half of the devil's blood on his body, and it didn't show much when he was a child. When he grows up, his facial features will grow and become more beautiful, which is simply fascinating.On the contrary, it is his character, always thousands of miles away from others, deserted.

Shang Genglan is different from him. His face is the standard face of a gentle scholar in the south of the Yangtze River. His brows and eyes are full of mountains and rivers. With his silver hair, he is really a fairy.

Shang Genglan put down the ingredients beside the fire, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong? Why did you get hurt?"

Chu Yifei, a boy who lost his footing, was still crying against the wall, and Luo Guiyuan, who had a big mouth, was very helpful and obediently said: "Master, he met a snow wolf, and I applied herbal medicine to him."

Then he stared at his master with twinkling eyes, like a little puppy who only wants to be praised.

Shang Genglan smiled, stretched out his hand and gently pinched his face: "Nonsense, Yi Fei is most afraid of pain, you did it on purpose."

Chu Yifei sniffed, not wanting to pay attention to Luo Guiyuan.

The faint red eye ends unexpectedly brought out some weakness.

Shang Genglan withdrew his hand when Luo Guiyuan's tail was about to go up to the sky, and picked and picked in the vegetable basket: "Since Yi Fei is injured, let me cook today's meal, and I even bought fish."

Although they almost don't have to eat anymore, they still cook on a whim sometimes.

The days of cultivating immortals are monotonous and hard work. For them, the daily meal is like a ceremony to symbolize that they are still in the world, a way to get close to the fireworks in the world.

The moment he heard Shang Genglan's words, Chu Yifei really wanted to say something to stop him, but he opened his mouth and closed it again.

Shang Genglan has a different kind of obsessive interest in cooking, and he also has the confidence of being obsessed.

Seeing that the fairy picked up the pot and filled it with water.

Then Shang Genglan carefully took out the fish, and directly threw the unlucky fat fish that hadn't been cleaned up whole into the pot.

There was a splash, and the water splashed in all directions.

As the fish entered the pot, Luo Guiyuan suddenly woke up, and hurriedly scooped it up.

Shang Genglan looked at him puzzled, Luo Guiyuan chuckled: "Master, I'll clean up this fish, clean it up."

Luo Guiyuan slashed open the fish maw with two fingers and cleaned it up briefly, before cooking it again.

Chu Yifei said: "The fish scales haven't been scraped yet."

The master and apprentice were stunned.

Undaunted, Luo Guiyuan pulled out his radiant sword, Liujin, and carefully scraped off fish scales with it.

Chu Yifei:··········

A majestic magic weapon once reduced to a kitchen fish scraper, I admire and admire it.

Under the instruction of Chu Yifei, the only one who knows how to cook, the two kitchen killers finally stumblingly put the fish out of the pot, and put the fish in the pot.

Vegetable condiments were barely sent into the water safely.

Shang Genglan sighed: "Cooking is really a profound knowledge."

Chu Yifei said that what the hero sees is not the same.

Soon, the soup in the pot was gurgling and fragrant, and the smell made people feel happy.

When Chu Yifei escaped back, his heartbeat was so fast that it took all his strength away. Even bending his fingers felt extremely difficult. Now after rolling in the steaming fish soup, he finally regained his breath and tilted his head. Looking at the fragrant soup gurgling in the pot, he temporarily forced himself to forget the encounter with Gu Beitang.

While they were happily enjoying the fish soup and the fire in the blizzard, the boulders blocking the cave were pushed away little by little, and the wind blew in, making the fire flickering. Chu Yifei hugged the quilt on his body, Yingfeng squinted his eyes and looked towards the entrance of the cave.

Gu Beitang stood outside the cave: "Sorry, can I come in to avoid the wind and snow?"

As the wind and snow whistled, Chu Yifei felt the sound of the wind filled his ears, and the cold air filled his nostrils, causing his heart to curl up.

It hurts so badly

The author has something to say:

Chu Yifei, a boy who lost his footing: dead boy, woo woo woo woo woo

Don't cry, your old Gong is here