After the death of the master, the rebels treated me in the crematorium [Transmigration Book]

When Fang Xingjian woke up again, he felt that his whole body was about to fall apart.

What came to his nostrils was not the burning smell of the battlefield, but the strong aroma of herbs. He didn't know medical skills, but he could still feel the strong aura in the medicine.

There is actually aura in the Demon Realm?

Before he could finish his doubts, the person next to him tightly clenched his hand, so flustered that he knocked over the liquid medicine in front of him.

The man wiped the liquid medicine in a hurry, and called out to his brother in aggrieved manner.

Unusual, he felt a little distressed.

Fang Xingjian coughed twice, endured the pain all over his body, and found his throat was hoarse when he spoke:

"...Where is this?"

Before Chiyu could answer, a strange voice appeared next to him, and the person said softly:

"Mr. Fang, where do you feel the pain is unbearable? You have to drink medicine for a few days before you can recover."

Fang Xingjian frowned lightly, shook his head restrainedly and vigilantly, and thanked him politely.

The voice was very strange, he was sure he hadn't heard it before, but it seemed somewhat familiar.

The man smiled softly twice, and ordered:

"It's better to change this clothes. Your current physique is not as good as before. If you get hot from the wind, it will be a big deal."

After hundreds of years of Taoism, this is the first time Fang Xingjian heard others telling him not to catch a cold.

Yeah, it's kind of a novelty.

Before he had time to ask about the situation, the guardian puppy next to him put down the rag in his hand and started barking at the man.

"Okay, you go out, don't quarrel with brother."

The man smiled softly again, and the door squeaked, only the two of them were left in the room.

The puppy pawed pitifully in front of his bed, put its side face into Fang Xingjian's palm, and rubbed it gently.

"Brother, I'm so worried."

Chiyu thought that Fang Xingjian would withdraw his hand, or sneer at him, but unexpectedly, he raised his palm against his cheek and placed it on his messy hair.

He patted it lightly, and even thoughtfully comforted him:

"I'm fine, don't worry."

Chiyu froze in place for an instant, his eyes were a little sore, and he retracted the hand on his hair, leaving him blankly stunned.

Brother, is this comforting him?

A slow stream of heat flowed from his heart through his limbs, so comfortable that he felt sore and weeping. His eyes were slightly red, and he just stared straight at Fang Xingjian, as if he would disappear if he missed a single glance.

After experiencing so many disasters and being betrayed and stabbed by everyone, even at this time, my brother is still willing to give him some trust.

He hummed muffledly, not wanting Fang Xingjian to hear his sore nose, he caught a glimpse of the medicinal juice on his body from the corner of his eye, even if he wiped it off, it left a large stain.

Fortunately, the concoction was already warmed, otherwise he might be scalded.

Chiyu untied the storage bag on his waist at a loss, and said in a stuttering voice:

"I, I'll change my brother's clothes, it's not comfortable even if it's wet."

The clothes on Fang Xingjian's body had changed back to the original bamboo green robe, but it was covered with scars, blood stains and medicine stains.

He nodded without retorting.

Chiyu dug out for a long time, and found a set of light blue gowns among a lot of pastries and funny gadgets.

It is similar to the workmanship and threading of the suit on his body, and it is not like the clothes that are popular today. Although it is well preserved, it looks like it has been around for a while.

He leaned down, and skillfully untied Fang Xingjian's belt, his movements were nimble and nimble, his slender and white fingers didn't go over the slightest bit, they only stroked lightly on the cloth.

Breath sprayed on the sensitive skin, Fang Xingjian frowned, the warmth just now was swept away, and said in a low voice:

"I can change it myself."

Chiyu groaned, only took two steps back and stood aside.

Fang Xingjian lifted off the quilt and stood by the bed, his tall and tall figure was like a fairy, even wearing dirty clothes, he couldn't cover up all the things about him that made Chiyu obsessed.

Golden pupils clung to him like slugs.

However, Fang Xingjian took off his clothes, but his golden eyes gently looked away.

His shoulders, back and calves were covered in bruises, and the resentment of those Yin spirits invaded his skin and flesh. Ruoming's medical skills could stop the pain and cold, but they couldn't immediately restore him to normal.

Fang Xingjian has practiced swords for many years, and the lines of his whole body are smooth and delicate, unlike many rough and strong men, only a thin layer of muscles covers his body.

It is as if the large blocks of ink in a meticulous painting and the dark lines on the fine-bodied porcelain vase with sweet white glaze will always highlight the delicacy and whiteness of the original.

Those bruises also made Fang Xingjian's body a bit more ambiguous.

Chiyu lowered her eyes, avoiding Fang Xingjian.

He didn't want to blaspheme his brother, and even blamed himself for the scars on his body, to the point where he felt uncomfortable just looking at them.

After a while, the rustling of clothes could be heard in the quiet room, and Fang Xingjian hummed suspiciously.

With such sensitive fingers as Wu Jian, they were out of control when they touched a few laces. His movements were extremely clumsy, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Brother, do you want me to help you dress?"

"......Need not."

Fang Xingjian hesitated to answer, but it always made people feel a bit strong but capable.

Chiyu sat aside, resting his chin on his hands, smiling with golden eyes, watching Fang Xingjian fight with his clothes.

After a while, Jianxiu cursed loudly:

"Why do you buy such complicated clothes? Next time, go to another store."

Chiyu nodded obediently: "I listen to my brother."

He was self-conscious and didn't let Fang Xingjian continue to embarrass him, and walked forward to take the robe in his hand.

Fang Xingjian didn't refuse either, but his ears turned a little red.

The distance between the two was no more than a fist, and he could easily smell the smell of medicine on Fang Xingjian's body, and see his slightly trembling eyelashes and his embarrassingly hot earlobes.

"Brother, raise your hand."

Fang Xingjian was like a doll, he moved at the sound, raised his arms, and let Chiyu take care of him.

In fact, the clothes were not difficult to wear, but Fang Xingjian couldn't see them.

After putting on the outer robe, Chiyu picked up the shoes and socks at the side, motioning for Fang Xingjian to sit on the couch, while she squatted down, holding his ankles, and gently slipped them into the socks.

The skillful and conscientious appearance is like a loyal servant.

He was originally the closest person around Fang Xingjian, being able to do such a thing only made Chiyu feel close and happy.

Fang Xingjian was a little puzzled, and he didn't realize something was wrong until Chiyu accidentally touched his calf.

"Can I put on my own shoes?"

He didn't know if the shoes and socks were difficult to deal with in the same strain, but he subconsciously didn't like the feeling of being served by others. Even when he was the fairy head of the Lingyan sect, he never used servants.

The shoes and socks in Chiyu's hands are no different from ordinary ones, but he still opens his eyes and talks nonsense, with a serious and serious tone:

"There are more than a dozen laces on the shoes. If you make a mistake, I'm afraid you will fall to my brother."

Fang Xingjian pursed his lips, his earlobes became even hotter, but his face was calm and silent, as if the river water in spring was already surging and warm, and a thin layer of ice was trying to suppress the surging.

Chiyu raised her head, just in time to see Fang Xingjian pursing his lips in embarrassment. His face was so gorgeous that even such a shy appearance seemed eager to refuse, which made people's throat tighten and emotions rose.

I just want to be closer to him.

Chiyu closed his eyes, suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, lowered his head to help him gently tie the fixed straps on the white socks, and put on the black boots.

His palm was wide enough to easily hold Fang Xingjian's ankle tightly.

The bad-hearted puppy laughed twice, greasy and sweet, like a silly boy who fell in love.

His laughter alarmed Aihe, Fang Xingjian drew back his left foot and stood up.

The light blue made his fair complexion even better, and his black hair was dark. The ruthless swordsman seemed to have fallen into the world and became a knight, making him even more heroic.

Fang Xingjian's face was tense, his earlobe was still slightly red, but he pretended to be serious and asked:

"Tell me about what happened next, is Gui Mei dead?"

Chiyu first ordered the people outside to bring in the medicine when it was ready, added a few more cushions to the grand master's chair where Fang Xingjian was sitting, and poured a cup of warm tea for him, then he opened his mouth to explain.

"The person who helped my brother heal was Gui Mei's face, and he also brought Gui Mei back."

"But I burned the altar outside, and most of the ghostly ghosts were damaged."

Fang Xingjian took a sip of tea, but felt a little sore in his heart.

He thought of the shriveled bell, the disciple of the Lingyan sect, he couldn't even find his body.

"Yin spirits, are they all reincarnated?"

Chiyu didn't notice the abnormality in his tone, and explained:

"Except for this high tower, the outside is almost completely burnt."

"As for those Yin spirits, when they died, they were forcibly pulled out of the cycle of reincarnation by Gui Mei. The three souls and five souls were all tempered into evil thoughts, so naturally they couldn't be reincarnated."

Fang Xingjian sighed lightly.

There was a light knock on the door outside, it was the doctor Ruoming that Chiyu was talking about.

He opened the door, and the servants outside were serving medicinal meals, which covered the entire round table.

Ruoming is meticulous in his work, not only aware of his spiritual status but not making it public, but also remembering to help him prepare meals.

Not to mention rescuing Gui Mei from Chiyu's men, and taking on the responsibility of healing the enemy, which shows that this person has a meticulous mind.

He was as gentle as a gust of wind, and he did not forget to explain the situation of the others to Fang Xingjian:

"Miss Gong and Axi both suffered some injuries. I have given them medicine, and they will recover in a few days. Mr. Zhou said that there is still something important to do, so he left first. He also asked me to bring Mr. Fang The last sentence said that we will meet again if we are destined."

He then introduced the items on the table to Fang Xingjian: "Young Master Fang has a special constitution, and there is not much food available near Ning'an Temple, so I had to cook medicinal food. The taste may be a little weird. I hope Young Master Fang will be more considerate."

What he said was decent and smooth, Fang Xingjian only nodded his thanks.

Chiyu checked everything carefully and found no problem, so he waved Ruoming out.

Still smiling, Ruoming closed the door himself, and led the servant to Axi's room in a good-tempered manner.

A Xi has not practiced Daoism, and has no bigu, so now he is afraid that his stomach will be empty and he will feel uncomfortably hungry.

But when he just put down the medicinal food for A Xi, a spark suddenly glowed on his forehead, Chi Yu's voice broke through his sea of ​​consciousness unceremoniously, and asked sharply:

"What the hell are you cooking!"

Ruoming frowned, watching the child in front of him eat up the porridge happily, without any reaction, and even scooped up an extra bowl.

The burning on his forehead was not a joke, maybe something serious happened to Fang Xingjian, which made Chiyu anxious.

Ruoming hastily explained what was going on before him, then hurriedly turned and went back to Fang Xingjian's room.

The incident happened suddenly, and he didn't have time to knock on the door. He opened the door and walked directly, but what he could see made him unable to keep his feet in the air.

Fang Xingjian had a face that looked like a fairy, his long hair was hanging down like a waterfall, his side face was flushed red, and he didn't see the indifferent look just now.

He put his hands on Chiyu's neck, knelt on one knee beside him, and pressed Chiyu's legs gently and firmly with the other leg.

Chiyu lay stiffly on the couch, calling softly for his brother.

The throat-tightening desire can be felt at the door, and some straightforward pictures and thoughts flood into my mind crazily.

Ruoming who hurried over quietly withdrew his foot:  …