The group favorite master became a sweet bun after amnesia

Xiao Qing just stood there, staring fixedly at Yu Sheng's hand that was stroking Lan Wuqi just now.

Yu Sheng retracted his hand rather uncomfortably, and wrinkled his face towards Xiao Qing: "What are you looking at?"

But even so, Xiao Qing didn't look back, instead he walked over directly and stretched out his hand towards Yu Sheng.

"Master, it hurts."

Xiao Qing's expression was quite calm, but there seemed to be a dark surge in his eyes.

Yu Sheng didn't pay attention to those, only felt that the soft cloth wrapped in Xiao Qing's hands was dazzled by the sunlight.

Being pricked by a hairpin, how could the wound be so deep? Yu Sheng felt distressed when he thought about it, no matter what, Xiao Qing was his disciple.

It was the one he felt most guilty about teaching.

Now that he is hurt like this, it is impossible to say that he does not feel distressed.

Yu Sheng lowered his eyes, subconsciously held Xiao Qing's hand and looked at it: "Does it still hurt? It shouldn't be, Master Yu Ning is clearly one by one" Lan Wuqi snorted coldly.

"When I was 11 years old, I wouldn't act like a baby with my master."

Yu Sheng almost choked on his own saliva.

What did Yiyilan say indefinitely?Lan Wuqi called this acting like a baby?

Yu Sheng shook his body with goose bumps, looked at the expressionless Xiao Qing, then turned his head to look at Lan Wuqi helplessly.

From the time Xiao Qing came over just now, he could feel the undisguised hostility from Lan Wuqi.

Although I don't know why Lan Wuqi hates a disciple - I think it's because of Xiao Qing's background, but others don't like this.

"Okay, okay Qiqi." Yu Sheng pressed his palm towards Lan Wuqi with embarrassment on his face: "Xiao Qing was really injured, it was very serious, I took him to Master Yu Ning before."

When Yu Sheng read the word Qi Qi, Lan Wuqi's complexion began to turn red, and then he turned his head to one side, exposing his intact right ear to Yu Sheng, and it was all red.

Xiao Qing didn't know why there was a surge of energy in his heart, and he ground his teeth angrily.

What are you blushing for?What's there to blush?

Isn't it just being called by a nickname by the master?What is there to be proud of?

It's embarrassing to be called a nickname at such an age!

Xiao Qing looked displeased, and hooked Yusheng's sleeve with the other hand: "Master, it's time for me to change my medicine."

It's time to change the dressing, Yu Sheng remembered.

It stands to reason that, as a master, he doesn't need to condescend to do things like changing the medicine for his disciples, but after all, Xiao Qing also took care of him who was seriously injured before... You can't be a man without showing affection, right?

Yu Sheng wrapped Xiao Qing's hand naturally.

Having done all the things that are intertwined, Yu Sheng didn't mind what happened at this moment at all.

"Then Qiqi, I'll go first."

Lan Wuqi tilted his head and didn't see the movements of the two of them, so he hummed in a low voice.

Yu Sheng didn't think about letting go. Coincidentally, he didn't see anyone else all the way back to the peak, so he just dragged him back.

But Yu Sheng had no distracting thoughts in his mind, but it didn't mean that Xiao Qing didn't think about anything.

Master held his hand.

Xiao Qing's hands were originally relatively large, even though his stature had not finished pumping his hands, they were long. They were thin and thin but had strong joints. When they were curled up together, they could not be regarded as small.

Master's hands are soft as if they have no bones, and the palms are soft, like a woman's hands.

Xiao Qing didn't think of anything good along the way, remembering the first time Master held his things... the palms were so tender that they were about to melt, and the bones were ecstasy.

It was almost at the residence that Yu Sheng let out a strange surprise: "Xiao Qing, why are you sweating so much?"

Is it hot?

Xiao Qing blushed, pursed her lips and retracted her hand.

"I...it's fine, Master, it's a little hot." Xiao Qing knew that her blushing at the moment couldn't deceive anyone, after blinking her eyes for a short moment of thinking, she could only lie.

He can't just say to Master...'Master, I remember the time when you helped me blaspheme', right?

Xiao Qing dared to swear to the sky, if he opened his mouth to say that, Yu Sheng dared to slap him from Yunding Peak to Spirit Medicine Peak.

Yu Sheng let out a cry, and pushed open the door: "Let's go, I'll get you some medicine."

Xiao Qing followed and walked in.

This is not the first time that Xiao Qing has entered Yu Sheng's room, but it is the first time that Xiao Qing has entered Yu Sheng's room since the incident happened between the two of them at the foot of the mountain.

I didn't feel it before, but now I feel that Yu Sheng's room is full of charming atmosphere.

Everywhere is filled with the orchid fragrance of Master's body, even if two teardrop red candles that are more than half burned, it seems that there is something special about it.Xiao Qing's eyes looked as if they were burned, and he looked at his heart, and silently recited the Jingjing Sutra in his heart.

Finally relying on the wound on my hand to make Master's attitude better.

Xiao Qing was really afraid that if he was not careful, he would offend the master again, and the master would drive him to stand for punishment.

"Sit there." Yu Sheng greeted casually, found a bottle of unused ointment from the bedside cabinet, and then sat down in front of Xiao Qing.

"Give me your hand."

Xiao Qing stretched out her hand obediently, and talked in front of Yu Sheng.

Yu Sheng carefully peeled off the gauze.

Xiao Qing's cultivation level is not enough, and he can't use some extraordinarily trivial and delicate spells, such as cooling down.

So on this June day, Xiao Qing's hands, which had been wrapped in a soft cloth all afternoon, began to fester, which was naturally a normal thing.

The soft cloth is already soft and delicate enough, but even so, when it is uncovered, there will still be a little bit of rotten flesh that has lost its vitality, and Yu Sheng gasps when he looks at it.

"Aren't you in pain?"

Yu Sheng frowned and lowered his eyes, and asked Xiao Qing.

Xiao Qing's mind was in a mess, but he really didn't notice how painful his hand was, so he hesitated: "It's okay."

At this time, Yu Sheng didn't believe Xiao Qing's truth.

He himself is a person who is quite afraid of pain, and he would yell if he was injured, if it weren't for the fact that he is now a master, the last time he was whipped at the commandment peak was enough for him to yell and slap It's been three days.

So even if he wasn't hurt at this moment, Yu Sheng's heart was still in a ball.

I didn't dare to use a soft cloth when applying the medicine, so I dabbed it with my fingertips and carefully rubbed it on.

The slightly cool and soft fingertips touched the hot and painful wound, Xiao Qing subconsciously trembled, and licked his lips.

"Does it hurt?" Yu Sheng lowered his head at first, but raised his eyes after feeling Xiao Qing's trembling, looking up at Xiao Qing from bottom to top.

Xiao Qing shook her head, her throat tightened.

He swallowed unconsciously and stared at Yu Sheng's face.

Yu Sheng didn't feel that there was anything wrong for a moment, he lowered his head and continued to apply medicine to Xiao Qing with his breath held.

Simply torture.

It is true for Yu Sheng, and it is also true for Xiao Qing.

Yu Sheng was shocked by looking at Xiao Qing's wound, and as for Xiao Qing's soft fingertips rubbing against his hot and painful wound, it was hard to bear, as if there was some burgeoning desire that could not be relieved, then The fingertips brushed gently, and it was itchy and painful, and he still refused to give it a good time.

Xiao Qing couldn't hold back a muffled snort.

Yu Sheng only thought that he was in more pain, so he couldn't help but be gentler.

This time it was really numb and crisp, the thread was numb from the palm to the bone, Xiao Qing even felt that it was nothing more than ten thousand ants biting one's heart - crisp, numb, painful, itchy.

The five senses were suddenly overturned and the four tastes were overturned, and it was like a cat's tail twitching fiercely in the heart.

The tip of the furry tail poked the softest part of the heart, sore and swollen, just wanted to paste something cool and soft to cool and shrink.But Xiao Qing still didn't dare.

Afraid of offending the master in front of him, afraid that the relationship between the two will suddenly drop to freezing point.

It was like when they slept together that night, he was still affectionate in his heart, and the master had already planned how long he would be punished to stand outside.

The sweet torture is finally over.

Yu Sheng pursed her lips: "It's too hot, don't wrap the gauze around it, just let it dry."

Xiao Qing nodded, and Yu Sheng immediately said again: "It's too hot in your room, I have a cool-down array set up by Matsuma, you can sleep here tonight."

Xiao Qing almost didn't even think about it, subconsciously asked with full of expectation: "What about Master?"

Yu Sheng gave Xiao Qing a weird look.

"You sleep on the couch, I sleep on the bed."

Xiao Qing pursed her lips sweetly, although it was a little bit worse than what she expected, but it is good to be able to sleep in the same room with Master.

Yu Sheng helped Xiao Qing take off his outer shirt, and hugged the thin quilt for Xiao Qing.

"You should sleep here tonight." Xiao Qing was even tucked up by Yu Sheng, Yu Sheng didn't know that he was such a caring person.After all, he was taken care of by his fellow disciples and his master and uncle.

Xiao Qing blinked under the candlelight, hesitant to speak.

"what you want to say?"

Noticing his hesitation, Yu Sheng took the initiative to ask.

Xiao Qing pursed her lips, and finally spoke.

"Master, others have fine print, but I don't."

The movements of Yu Sheng's hands paused.

Indeed, others have fine print, but Xiao Qing does not.

Most of the disciples of the Qianshan Sect don't look at their family backgrounds. Many of them are from poor families or are simply orphans, because they were lucky enough to have spiritual roots to join the Qianshan Sect.

Before coming here, many people had difficulty even feeding themselves, so they didn’t have the thought to be vassals. When they were born, they pretended to be a bitch Erya called two days. There were two bitches in Yu Sheng’s same door, Yu Ning’s ancestor once Use the name Da Ya.

If I remember correctly, Chang Yuan's kid was called Lai Shu. There were seven kids in his family. When Chang Yuan was born, his parents cried and shouted that the next one must be a girl.

But there are exceptions, for example, Sui Yi who used to have a superior family background, and Lan Wuqi who grew up in the Qianshan sect since childhood.

Most of the rest is because the nickname is not pleasant to the ear, and the master has redrawn the small characters.

But there is at least one thing, no matter how vulgar, superficial or unpleasant it is, it proves that this person was once loved by his family, and there was a touch of fireworks in the secular world beyond thousands of jade bricks.

Xiao Qing did not.

He was sent to the Qianshan Sect from the very beginning. The daughter of the head of the Miaoyin Sect died because of giving birth to him. The entire Miaoyin Sect regarded him as an ominous symbol. Shanzong can accept him now.

A sense of sadness suddenly rose in Yu Sheng's heart.

Not for anything else, just because the Xiao Qing in front of him was supposed to be a chic and unrestrained age, with wind, flowers, snow and moon on his shoulders, and the grass growing and the warbler flying.

But he was always silent and restrained.

Recently, I can finally see a bit of vitality, but Yusheng always feels that what is missing one by one cannot be easily smoothed out.

Isn't this child missing a father?

Yu Sheng sighed, tapped Xiao Qing's forehead with his fingertips, but couldn't bear to play it.

"Your heart is like a rock, and mine is like rush grass. I have taught you this poem in class."

"Just take the word peacock from the title of this poem. There are folks who call it Yue Bird, so I will call you one by one." "Yue Feng, how about it?"