The male supporting role was stolen again [Quick Transmigration]

Gu Yanfeng shook his head silently: "It's nothing."

Su Huaijin thought that his movements were too heavy and made people hurt, so he said softly, "Be patient, the pain will disappear after applying the medicine."

Gu Yanfeng nodded.

Su Huaijin continued to apply the medicine, and Gu Yanfeng, who had his back turned to him, tried hard to get rid of the existence of Su Huaijin behind him, but the more this happened, the more obvious the sense of presence became.

He could clearly feel the softness of Su Huaijin's warm fingertips touching his back, and the care and tenderness of his fingertips when pushing the ointment, as if he was a fragile treasure.

Gu Yanfeng's face was slightly hot, and he was distracted for a while, until Gu Yanfeng's cold and indifferent voice came from his ear: "Turn around."

Gu Yanfeng turned around subconsciously.

Su Huaijin took a look and found that the wounds on the front of Gu Yanfeng's chest were much less than those on the back. It may be that when he was bullied, this position was easy to be protected, but more wounds were concentrated on the arms and legs for the children.

Su Huaijin lowered his head and gently applied the ointment to the wound. Because of the need to apply the ointment, Su Huaijin had to bend down a little, and because of this, the distance between the two was closer.

Gu Yanfeng endured the pain when the ointment was applied to the wound, and looked down at the young man below him.From his position, one can clearly see Su Huaijin's thick and slender eyelashes, like the wings of a perched butterfly, and his small nose is slightly raised, and the nostrils tremble slightly with breathing.

His lips are pale pink, with a nice shape, and the bead in the center makes his lips even more beautiful. The orange candlelight fell on his cheeks, covering his fair face with a light layer of light faint.

Gu Yanfeng pursed his lips, looked down, and happened to land on the hand that was helping him apply the ointment.

Like his perfect face, Su Huaijin's hands are also very beautiful, with long and slender fingers, well-defined joints, round and finely powdered nails.

Gu Yanfeng didn't dare to look any further. He felt that this person was so beautiful, like a bright moon in the sky at night. Although it was beautiful, it was lonely and unattainable, making it unattainable.

Everyone is like dust in front of him.

After applying the medicine, Su Huaijin went out and bought some sets of clothes for Gu Yanfeng.

They are all made of high-quality silk, and besides the innermost pantyhose, I also bought several sets of outer robes, which can be worn interchangeably.

But I didn't buy too much. After Gu Yanfeng followed back to the sect, the sect would specially customize the school uniforms of the masters or elders' closed disciples.These school uniforms are narrow-sleeved tights, which are convenient for practicing martial arts.

After returning, Gu Yanfeng had already applied the medicine on his body, but because he had no clothes, he was still huddled on the bed.

Su Huaijin handed him the clothes, and after they were finished, Su Linger came in.

The injury on Gu Yanfeng's body did not hinder walking, so when the three of them went to the downstairs lobby of the inn for dinner at night, Su Huaijin said that he was going on the road in the morning.

Although Su Linger wanted to continue playing for a while, she knew it was impossible, so she could only pouted and ate unhappy.

Su Huaijin laughed and gave Su Linger a chopstick of her favorite dish. When she noticed that Gu Yanfeng was looking at him, she turned to look at Gu Yanfeng: "What's wrong?"

Gu Yanfeng's voice was a little hoarse: "It's nothing, I'm just worried that I won't get along well with everyone in the sect."

Su Huaijin smiled, and after picking up a chopstick for Gu Yanfeng, he comforted him: "Don't be nervous, although there are many disciples in the Qingyun sect, most of them are outer sect and ordinary inner sect disciples. Do not live together."

"The masters live together with the individual disciples they have accepted. You are my disciple now, and it will be fine to live with me and Ling'er when the time comes. There are not many opportunities for us to meet each other."

Gu Yanfeng looked at the vegetables that Su Huaijin put into his bowl, they were just ordinary vegetables, but Gu Yanfeng was a little reluctant to eat them.

Seeing him not moving, Su Huaijin said, "Don't you like this vegetable?"

Gu Yanfeng quickly put the food into his mouth: "No, I like it very much."

In fact, from childhood to adulthood, it was a problem to have a full stomach, so Gu Yanfeng didn't like or dislike at all, as long as it could fill his stomach, he liked it.

Seeing this, Su Huaijin felt even more sympathetic. She was also a child. Su Ling'er was spoiled and pampered since she was a child, and she was well-clothed and well-fed, but the child of destiny was struggling in the quagmire. Even if she stood at the top of the pyramid in the future and became a master, so what Those young injuries will not be healed with time.

It's like a broken mirror, even if it is re-dipped, there are still cracks in the end.

After dinner, the three of them went upstairs together. Su Huaijin lived next door to Gu Yanfeng. He told Gu Yanfeng to rest well. It would be a bit hard to drive tomorrow morning. After all, Gu Yanfeng is just an ordinary person now, unlike him and Su Ling There is inner support, and there is no feeling at that point.

In the middle of the night, Su Huaijin was suddenly woken up by the system. The system panicked and said that Destiny's Child had a high fever and asked him to go over and have a look.

Su Huaijin didn't wear any clothes, just put on a robe and ran to Gu Yanfeng's room next door.

The inside of the door was blocked by a bolt. Su Huaijin used internal force to break the bolt from the middle, and pushed the door open.

Although the candles in the room were extinguished, fortunately, there was moonlight coming in, and the outline could barely be seen clearly.

Su Huaijin found candles and flints, lit them, and then walked towards the bed with the candlestick.

The boy wrapped in the quilt was sweating profusely, his pale and bloodless face was as red as overripe strawberries.

He stretched out his hand to touch it, and it was too hot: "It must be 40°."

The system said anxiously: "Hurry up and send it to the hospital."

Su Huaijin was about to take back his hand and carried him to the hospital when Gu Yanfeng, who was drowsy from fever, suddenly took his hand.

Just like his hot forehead, Gu Yanfeng's hands are also hot enough to warm steamed buns. He wanted to take his hand out and take someone to the hospital quickly, but Gu Yanfeng refused to let go of his grip.

"Uncomfortable..." In the quiet room, came the young man's soft murmur.

Su Huaijin said, "I'll take you to the doctor, and you'll feel better soon."

I don't know if I heard him speak, but the child didn't let go of his hand, but instead took his hand and kept rubbing against his face.

"Uncomfortable..."

Hearing the child's muffled voice, Su Huaijin no longer hesitated, pulled out his hand forcefully, and without dressing the child, directly rolled up the quilt, carried the child and walked out.

Along the way, Su Huaijin heard the child sobbing intermittently: "Don't go...don't go..."

"Not going, just taking you to see the doctor."

When they arrived at the medical center, the doctor prescribed the medicine and asked the apprentice to boil the medicine and handed it to Su Huaijin, but Gu Yanfeng had a severe fever and fell into a coma, unable to cry at all.

Su Huaijin had no choice but to help the man half up and lean on him, and then poured important passages into Gu Yanfeng's mouth.

Gu Yanfeng felt that he was in a sea of ​​flames, and his whole body was in pain from the raging fire. He shouted for someone to pull him out of the sea of ​​flames, but until his voice became hoarse, his whole body was almost scorched, and no one was alone. Ken lends a helping hand.

In a drowsy state, he dreamed of the memories of being understood by the Gu family, the face that his real parents disliked but wore a friendly mask, the fake young master with a sweet and bitter face, the disgust and deliberate neglect of his real parents after they turned their backs, The false young master suddenly turned ferocious, and under the arrangement of the fake young master, he taunted and ridiculed the servants who excluded him.

He saw that in the cold winter of that year, even the servants who swept the floor in the mansion wore thick cotton clothes, but he still only had a thin summer shirt.

He was thrown into the cheapest courtyard in the mansion, and under the order of the false young master, the servants locked the courtyard door tightly, for fear that he would run out and sue.

He saw the impatience and annoyance of the servants every time they delivered meals. Those cold overnight meals were often thrown on the ground, mixed with dust and stones.

He even saw that when the fake young master humiliated him at first, he deliberately threw the rice on the ground and stomped on the soles of his feet, making him eat on his stomach.

He refused, so he ordered his servants to hold him down, forcefully stuffed it into his mouth, and condescendingly contemptuously, the false young master who had occupied the magpie's nest raised his head and laughed triumphantly.

Anger surged in his mind, and the monstrous hatred in his chest almost overwhelmed his reason. His eyes were scarlet, and he wanted to pounce on that person and bite him to death.

But those who were firmly held down, and those who were seen through were beaten and kicked.

Just when he thought he was about to be beaten to death, he heard Youdao's voice as cold as broken jade.

"stop."

The memory broke suddenly, like a tight string was cut from the middle, and he suddenly felt a bitter liquid in his mouth slowly pouring into his throat.

He subconsciously swallowed it into his stomach, only to feel that the bitter liquid entered his stomach, with an indescribable sense of restraint.

He opened his eyes slightly, and suddenly saw beyond the measuring stick in front of him a face that was so elegant and so elegant that men and women in the world were fascinated by him. His fair skin shone slightly under the candlelight, and his delicate facial features looked like heaven. A masterpiece, delicate and somewhat unreal.

The lips are light in color, the eyelids are narrow and long under the crow-feather eyelashes, and the end of the eyes is slightly raised, even if the expression is cold, it can still give birth to somewhat charming peach eyes.

"master……"