Dressed as a cannon fodder

"Master," the man with a handsome face has deep eyebrows, but his eyes are full of gloom due to his perennially stern temperament, which is daunting. He said slowly, "How does it feel?"

The man on the ground was shackled by the neck, and his cheeks were pressed against the ground in an undignified posture, his limbs were lying on his stomach, his moon-white robe was filthy black, and he didn't have the half of the fairy spirit before.

Meng Yunchi yelled, "The evil disciple dares to speak up, it's a trick to deceive the master and destroy the ancestors, I should have skinned you first, and then drowned in the back mountain spring."

The man's expression remained calm, "After so many days, it seems that Master is still in good spirits."

"Bah!" Meng Yunchi raised his head and spit, "One mouthful, one master, don't be disgusting here. It was a gift to raise you back then, and you're treating me like this now."

The man lowered his head to look at him for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "A gift, you said that the life that is not as good as that of a pig or a dog is a gift?" He seemed to sigh, "It seems that the master has a bad memory, and he forgot what he has done, it doesn't matter." He suddenly approached, raised his hand and grabbed Meng Yunchi's hair to force him to raise his face, his voice was cold: "It doesn't matter if you forget, I will help you recall the memory."

"Get out!" Meng Yunchi couldn't help struggling, "Kill me now if you have the ability."

The man let go, took out a handkerchief and wiped his fingers like it was dirty: "That's too cheap for you."

He fed Meng Yunchi a pill, "Next, master, please enjoy it."

The wounds on his body recovered quickly, and the blood on his face recovered. Min Hangyuan fed him the precious Continuing Blood Pill. Meng Yunchi was still panting, when the neck chain that was imprisoned on the ground suddenly released, and he was tied to the shoulder by the wandering chain. With the heels of the legs, the neighing of the horse was faintly heard amidst the tinkling of iron tools.

Meng Yunchi's pupils shrank suddenly, and a very terrifying guess suddenly appeared in his mind.

car crack.

A black mist surged from the end of the chain, forming the shape of a horse in the mist, distributed on four sides, carrying the chain with the last soft sound, suddenly raised his steps and exerted strength.

"Ah——" Meng Yunchi screamed, shaking his head frantically, trying to break free, "Sinister! What do you want to do! Let me go, you—"

The hooves raised by the black horse fell, and each took a step forward in all directions. Something seemed to collapse in the darkness, and Meng Yunchi's screams suddenly disappeared.

It took a long time before bursts of twitching indistinct syllables sounded.

The silhouette on the ground was only the outline of the body, Meng Yunchi almost fainted from the severe pain, and finally understood the sinister intention of Min Hangyuan feeding him the blood pill.

He was going to hang his life, because there was something waiting for him next.

The pain had already exceeded what he could bear, but he just couldn't get a moment of relief through fainting.

Meng Yunchi bit his tongue to pieces, his eyes were red, and he stared fixedly at a corner in the darkness, his words became a little vague: "If you have the ability... you just... kill me..."

"Of course I'm not capable," the figure in the dark walked out, as if he didn't see the severed limbs torn apart by Qi Gen and the blood all over the floor, his tone was light: "Master never allows others to be more powerful than you." ability."

Meng Yunchi's consciousness was confused, and he was still cursing: "Sinister, I really... should have... killed you..."

The corner of Min Hangyuan's mouth twitched, a half-smile: "Unfortunately, even if Master wants to kill me now, it's too late."

The figure on the ground was hung up by the chain penetrating through the lute bone, "I didn't want to do this at first, but Master always doesn't know how to judge the situation. He can easily arouse the anger of others by closing his mouth."

Meng Yunchi didn't even have the strength to speak, he numbly watched himself being hoisted up and thrown into a pool, he subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but his mind couldn't turn around until a cold and slippery coolness crawled down his neck On the face, Meng Yunchi's eyeballs moved, and suddenly let out a shrill cry.

"The specialty polyp in Abyss." Min Hangyuan folded his arms by the pool and watched him being gradually engulfed by the wriggling black shadow, and said softly, "Master, let's play with them."

Meng Yunchi was lying on the bottom of the pool, his body was covered with sticky, damp and cold things, those polyps burrowed into his skin, gnawed on flesh and blood, and wandered among the meridians, his eyes were wide open, and he saw Minhangyuan above him condescendingly looking down on him, Smiling slightly, "Master, you are really in a mess."

Master, you are really in a mess.

After Meng Yunchi woke up, he broke out in a cold sweat. He touched the wound on his chest subconsciously, and found blood oozing out.

The wound opened, and he was a little hot. This body did not look like a monk, but an ordinary person with no cultivation. Meng Yunchi felt thirsty.

"Wen Yin."

A little attendant with sleeves tied and a bunt came running in from the outside, "Master"

"Is there any water?"

"Yes, master," he went out quickly and came back with a bowl of water. When he handed the bowl, he accidentally touched the other's slightly warm hand. He boldly put his hand on Meng Yunchi's forehead, and said with a frown: "Master fever"

During this period of time together, although I don't know what's going on, Meng Yunchi seems to be a different person, and he won't be severely punished for touching his body, so Wen Yin gradually became more courageous with Meng Yunchi's tacit approval

"It's okay, just rest for a while."

Wen Yin said: "I'll go to Renhua Peak and ask a famous doctor to come over to fix it."

"No need," Meng Yunchi let out a hot breath, "You can't invite me."

No one cares about Zilai Peak. He has long since lost the favor of the Immortal Venerable. He has been imprisoned here for so many years, and the original owner had a bad relationship with too many people earlier, so no one is willing to visit him now.

Last time, Duan Qian healed him after he came to the door, because this body was Duan Qian's elder after all, but the elixir that he said would be sent after he returned to the peak has not even been seen yet.

As the youngest disciple of the Immortal Venerable, from the time when he was aloof to the current downfall, it was all done by the original owner himself.

Difficult to do.

Meng Yunchi was tired from lying down, so he got up and leaned against the window sill at the head of the bed to read a book. The sunlight fell on the sprouting buds by the window, making the face of the person on the couch look like a crown of jade.

Wen Yin came in with the washbasin in his hand to wipe his sweat, even though he faced such a face every day, he couldn't help but look a little absent-minded.

A while ago, the husband seemed to be a different person, except for the temper he used to have, now he looks more like a fairy, as if he will disappear at any time.

He came in with a water basin, tested the temperature of the water with his hand, then soaked the soft handkerchief and said softly: "Master, I will wipe your sweat for you."

Meng Yunchi was immersed in the book, "Yes."

Wen Yin got permission, and whispered: "I'm offended." Then he untied the opponent's belt lightly, peeled off the outer robe, and then the inner garment. He carefully avoided the wound with a wet handkerchief and wiped the surrounding thin layer. Khan, with his head down and no words to move.

After wiping, he put back layers of clothes, folded them up, dressed Meng Yunchi neatly, his throat moved slightly, and then he naturally saluted and left.

Meng Yunchi was used to being taken care of by the nurses in the hospital, so he didn't think there was anything wrong, and he was addicted to books and couldn't extricate himself.

The three little muffin birds, which no one could see except Meng Yunchi, stood on the window lattice to discuss.

Mr. Bai: [What is the host looking at?Geography magazine I guess. 】

Mr. Gray: [I guess it's humanistic customs. 】

Little Rainbow pecked at her feathers: [I guess it's my philosophy on the human body. 】

Mr. Bai: [...Hey, you are really a fucking talent. 】

Mr. Gray:【What kind of fantastic idea is this】

Little Rainbow: [What's wrong?If you don’t believe me, you can come and have a look.]

Mr. Bai: stare.jpg

Mr. Gray: Stare.jpg

Little Rainbow: [Okay, I'll go as I go. 】

It flapped its wings and flew to Meng Yunchi's shoulder and stood there for a while, then flew back tremblingly: [We were all wrong,] it said heavily: [That's actually a bird cooking book. 】

One white and one gray two systems:

Little Rainbow: [Hee hee, I lied to you. 】

Wen Yin took the water basin down, looked at the soft towel in the water, and began to be in a daze, his mind was full of what he had just seen.The undulating throat line, fair and translucent skin, every inch of muscle and bone is like finely carved white jade, the touch is warm and smooth, making people unable to help themselves...

The soft sound of water droplets falling into the basin brought him back to his sanity, Wen Yin looked down at the smudged blood in the basin, raised his sleeve and wiped his nosebleed.

The weather has been hot recently, and he seems to be a little angry, he thought, and then turned to the small kitchen to make a cup of herbal tea to reduce the heat.