Master, love me again!

Du Heng slammed the door loudly, and said loudly without the pride of a senior monk: "Shen Hanfeng! I brought your apprentice along with me. You really don't even want to see him?" Every time Du Heng When he is unhappy, he will call Shen Hanfeng by his first and last name.

There was no movement in the wing room.

Du Heng's brows were tightly frowned, Shen Hanfeng was so abnormal... He couldn't help but have some bad guesses, and only then did he feel a little anxious.But with Zhuo Junchen watching, Du Heng couldn't do too much, so he said to Zhuo Junchen, "You go back first..."

Before Du Heng could finish his words, the door of the side room opened suddenly, and a cold wind was blown, mixed with a little bit of chill.Du Heng and Zhuo Junchen both turned their heads in surprise. Du Heng was surprised by the snowstorm that filled the room, and Zhuo Junchen was surprised by the master's black hair that was originally like ink, but now it is white hair on his shoulders. .

Shen Hanfeng only wore a thin layer of unlined clothing, and as Zhuo Junchen remembered, there was a silver mark between his eyebrows, but this mark was mysterious, like some kind of totem, but he couldn't see it clearly.

Du Heng asked in a low voice: "What's going on with you!" There was surprise and sullenness in the deep voice.

Shen Hanfeng said to him: "I'll talk to you later." He turned his head and glanced at Zhuo Junchen up and down. Seeing that the apprentice's injuries had healed, there was a trace of relief in his eyes, "How is your body?"

Zhuo Junchen's thoughts were a little confused, and his voice was a little panicked: "It's almost recovered, and Zisu checks my pulse every day."

Shen Hanfeng nodded, and said with a cold expression: "Since that's the case, let's take good care of your illness. Return to Shuangtian Peak when you're well."

"Yes." Zhuo Junchen responded, but felt that something was wrong in his heart, but he was in a state of mind and didn't notice it.

Shen Hanfeng said again: "The wound medicine in the room is used up."

Du Heng frowned, and sent Zhuo Junchen to say: "You go to Bicaotang to find Mu Zisu, he knows what wound medicine your master used, but Mu Zisu is probably very busy, don't rush him."

Zhuo Junchen responded in a muffled voice, turning around with some haste.Du Heng saw that he was restless, but at this moment he had extra time to care about this nephew.He walked into Shen Hanfeng's wing without hesitation, with a serious expression on his face.

"You have been behind closed doors these days, why do you still look like this now? I didn't even have time to ask you, what happened to you on Mount Taiyun that forced you to pull out the bottom line and use such a method?" Du Heng threw it away casually. A restriction, so that the conversation between the two would not be heard by Zhuo Junchen who hadn't gone far, and asked questions like a cannonball.

Shen Hanfeng closed the door unhurriedly, turned around and said to Du Heng: "The magic dragon protecting the well."

Du Heng's expression froze. When they reached Mount Taiyun, the entire Mount Taiyun was almost frozen by Shen Hanfeng's spiritual power.He was concerned about the safety of the master and apprentice, and he had no time to pay attention to what was in the ice and snow.But he never thought that the two of Shen Hanfeng would meet the magic dragon protecting the well.

He had also heard a little about the power of the well-protecting magic dragon. Facing the ferocious beasts of the Mahayana period, it was lucky that Shen Hanfeng and the others could come back alive.

Du Heng said: "I'm afraid your injuries are serious, right? These days, why haven't you even seen me?"

Shen Hanfeng shook his head, it wasn't that he didn't see Du Heng, but that he didn't realize that Du Heng had come.Since the day he entered the house, Shen Hanfeng has been in a coma until now. Not long before Zhuo Junchen and the others came, Shen Hanfeng woke up from the coma.And Du Heng always knew that Shen Hanfeng didn't like to be disturbed by others, and he could detect the restraints he had put down outside, so he never went into the house to take a look, just because Shen Hanfeng didn't want others to see his white hair.

"I only thought that your injury was not serious, but I didn't think you had knocked out teeth and swallowed blood." Du Heng could understand Shen Hanfeng somewhat.Shen Hanfeng has made many enemies outside, even though he is protected by the fairy sect, it is hard to say whether he will be robbed by the fire.

"Fortunately, you're also awake now. Reach out your hand, and I'll show you." As he spoke, Du Heng brushed up his sleeves, wanting to diagnose Shen Hanfeng's pulse.Shen Hanfeng stretched out his hand and looked at Du Heng calmly.

Du Heng had a three-point smile on his face at the beginning, and he had a little estimate of Shen Hanfeng's condition in his heart, but when he was really diagnosed, his expression was full of shock and anger.Du Heng let go of Shen Hanfeng, and raised his hand to pull Shen Hanfeng's skirt, but Shen Hanfeng didn't resist at all, and when the wound on his chest was exposed, Du Heng couldn't say any angry words.

After a long silence, Du Heng asked hoarsely: "He already knew that there is a well of gods and demons there." Shen Hanfeng didn't answer, straightened his unlined clothes and sat on the bed.

A trace of sadness flashed in Du Heng's eyes, and the hatred in his eyes deepened: "How far is he going to force you? Will he give up until you die!"

Shen Hanfeng raised his eyes, his eyebrows were a little tired: "A dispensable sword, it is the best to hurt the enemy. It's just that one day, this sword is so sharp that it can hurt yourself, or it's rusty and blunt. Naturally, it would be best to find a way to destroy it." But after a few words, Shen Hanfeng looked a little exhausted, and half leaned on the head of the bed.

"Why didn't you kill him?" Du Heng couldn't help asking.After asking, Du Heng laughed at himself, that person is always the best at seizing the opportunity, he can pick this moment to attack Shen Hanfeng, he is sure that Shen Hanfeng will be powerless to resist.How can a fisherman, who is reaping the benefits, give the fish on the knife a chance to die.

Du Heng seemed to have thought of something, and said sarcastically: "Speaking of which, your precious apprentice is about the same age, and you just got rid of Zhuo Junchen when you died, so he has a good plan."

A gleam of light flashed in Shen Hanfeng's eyes, and he said persistently: "No matter what, I will never let Ah Chen repeat my mistakes."

Du Heng glanced at him, the hatred in his eyes gradually dissipated, and he returned to his original supercilious look.Du Heng sneered and said: "If you want to protect your precious apprentice, you might as well think about yourself now." He looked around, and the furnishings in the wing room were still the same as he was familiar with, but they were all covered by a layer of ice , Shen Hanfeng's injury is not fabricated, now he can't control his spiritual power, like a walking ice field.

Du Heng sighed slightly, rolled up his sleeves, and casually drew a bloodstain on his wrist: "I haven't thought about how to treat your current condition, but it's serious to suppress it first so that your apprentice won't suspect it." He stretched out his hand in front of Shen Hanfeng.

When Zhuo Junchen opened the door and entered, he saw such a scene.Du Heng half supported Shen Hanfeng who was sitting on the bed, but Shen Hanfeng bent slightly and kissed Du Heng's wrist.The white hair on the purple shirt was winding and graceful, and Zhuo Junchen suddenly felt abrupt.

Hearing the sound of the door opening suddenly, Du Heng patted Shen Hanfeng on the back.However, Shen Hanfeng raised his head unhurriedly, seeing the disciple's distraught appearance, Shen Hanfeng frowned.

This expression fell into Zhuo Junchen's eyes, and it became another meaning.Just now he was worried about Master's injury, and forgot to knock on the door for a while. Does Master's description mean that he is bothering him?

"Master, I brought the medicine and came over, and I was a little anxious." Zhuo Junchen heard his voice explain sourly.

Shen Hanfeng nodded, rubbed his eyebrows, looking very tired.Seeing this, Du Heng withdrew his hand and helped Shen Hanfeng to lie down: "If you are not feeling well, rest well, I will take your apprentice back first."

Shen Hanfeng was extremely tired, closed his eyes and said to Du Heng: "You remember to heal Ah Chen's injuries well." Du Heng naturally understood.

Being led out of the wing by Du Heng, Zhuo Junchen watched Du Heng close the door and said, "Master, don't you need to leave the medicine with Master?"

Du Heng glanced at the ointment in his hand, took it, put it into his bosom and said, "Your master is very tired now, keep this medicine with me, and I will apply it to him when he wakes up."

Zhuo Junchen pursed his lips. He only left for a while before Master fell asleep.He had just clearly seen that although Master's face was a little pale, his lips were very bright red.In addition to the ointment that Du Heng put away at will, Zhuo Junchen couldn't help but feel that he was deliberately dismissed.

Thinking of his guess when he was crossing the lotus pond, Zhuo Junchen's hands hanging by his side clenched into fists unconsciously, and a faint red light flashed across his eyes.

Sensing the sudden murderous intent, Du Heng looked up at Zhuo Junchen who was bowing his head.

"Jun Chen?" Du Heng frowned, feeling extremely vigilant, now that Shen Hanfeng was seriously injured, only he and Zhuo Junchen could enter and exit this other moon residence.It's hard to say if someone else will do something to this nephew who has low spiritual power.

Zhuo Junchen woke up suddenly, seeing the fear in Du Heng's eyes clearly, his heart shuddered even more: "The talented Zi Su said that he is short of manpower, I will help him." After making some excuses, Zhuo Junchen turned around and nodded. Left without returning.

Du Heng watched him walk away, rubbed his chin in thought, just now he saw a trace of jealousy on the face of his nephew, and he didn't know if he was wrong.

However, Zhuo Junchen didn't care about what Du Heng was thinking. Scenes kept flashing in his mind. The master was dressed in white and had white hair, his face was pale, but his lips were bright red... and the warmth that was suddenly recalled between his lips and teeth There was something unusually sweet about the tactile, bloody kiss.

Zhuo Junchen had a splitting headache. For a while, the master was lying on Du Heng's body, and for a while, the master was lying in the ice and snow, entangled with his lips and teeth.Fragmentary and illusory memories pieced together into a complete shape bit by bit, outlining an extremely astonishing fact.

"Do you think you can push all your dirty thoughts to hallucinations by pretending this is just a dream?" A mocking voice echoed in his mind.

Zhuo Junchen stopped abruptly, behind him was the gate of Bieyueju, he growled, "Who are you!"

The voice smiled contemptuously, and the red light in Zhuo Junchen's eyes lit up, and he heard his own voice ringing in his ears: "I would fall in love with the master who raised me so hard, heh, deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors."