Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

There was a sunflower patriarch who took Taoxijian to fight, and the injuries of the people in Xueyu were healed, and they recovered within a few days.

I don't know if it's because of my conscience, or if I really understand their good intentions. In short, I rarely hear complaints from the public these days.

In such a comfortable atmosphere, it's easy for people to be careless, so Yu Fuchen is always watching the troubles outside the city. Although he doesn't know how many people from the Twelve Prefectures have secretly sent to support, all forces are secretly holding back. No one is acting rashly, which is a good thing for them.

Seeing Yu Fuchen frowning tightly, Feng Changhuan brought a bowl of sweet soup to his face, calling back his thoughts that had drifted away.

"Thought so preoccupied, but have countermeasures?"

Yu Fuchen nodded to him, "There is a way, but I don't know if it is feasible."

"tell me the story."

Looking around but seeing no one, Yu Fuchen brought the half-bitten glutinous rice balls to Feng Changhuan's mouth, watching him open his mouth to hold it, the demon fire in his belly was ready to move.

"Cough... I have put some thought into Mo Qianlin, and I specially asked him to bring some old and weak women and children to support him."

If it were someone else, I would have to ask him if he had been kicked in the head by a donkey to lead a group of miscellaneous soldiers to sit in the town, but the other party was Feng Changhuan, and he could tell what the hell he was thinking by opening his mouth.

With approval in his eyes, the man leaned close to his ear and pecked lightly, "It's you who want to get the tricks to hide things in the dark."

"It's true to be dissatisfied, and it's also true that we were the ones who were the first to feel ashamed of the Xueai people. This matter has been uncomfortable in my heart, and I always want to make up for it. Dead people can't come back to life. All I can do is protect them. the ones left behind."

Feng Changhuan moved closer and wanted to kiss his face. The two of them looked at each other for a moment, and they blushed at the same time. After looking away for a moment, he noticed a flying catkin flying past his eyes.

Seeing him get up suddenly, chase the velvet flower for a long distance, stop by the courtyard wall and stare at it for a long time, Yu Fuchen was also a little curious, followed up to have a look, and found that the one protected by the man in his palm was actually a new branch.

The willow tree has strong vitality. Even if there is only a broken branch inserted into the soil and moistened by rain, it can still produce a dense root system.

"You see, even in the dark, there are still new students, and our efforts have not been in vain."

The same thing, but Yu Fuchen saw a completely different side from Feng Changhuan.

He stroked the man's shoulder, pinched his chin against the man's forehead.

"It's spring, Changhuan."

"Yeah, the season of recovery of all things, it's time for us to counterattack."

"No, I mean . . . cough! It's spring, and it's wolf season."

Can't take this.

Once he agrees, Feng Changhuan will be carried into the room by him immediately, stripped naked, eaten to the stomach - cannon-fuck - until dawn, but if he doesn't say anything...

The sky was dry and things were dry, and when the fire was about to ignite, someone who ran quickly mercilessly blew out the fire that would burn the human desire-fire.

"Master! Brother! Uncle Bai has woken up!"

It is the year of Mingsi.

Feng Changhuan took the opportunity to pull away, mumbled something vaguely, probably because he was anxious to care about Bai Qinghan, and slipped away like a rabbit, leaving Yu Fuchen standing there enduring the burning desire. The Ming Si year is not pleasing to the eye, and the yin and yang are strange and cynical.

"Yo, even my uncle is called, it's really affectionate."

In the end, the other party just rolled his eyes at him in return, ignored him and left.

There was nothing to do, so Yu Fuchen had no choice but to suppress the evil fire, and accompanied the two of them to visit the awakened Bai Qinghan.

In the room, Patriarch Yikui pulled out the three silver needles stuck in Bai Qinghan's chest, wiped away the blood, and ordered Ming Si Nian to dress the man.

During this period, Yu Fuchen seemed to catch a glimpse of a scar on Bai Qinghan's shoulder, which was hideous and terrifying, and he could vaguely feel the pain of bone and flesh when he first received this injury.

The curtain was half covered, but the wrists exposed outside his sleeves could clearly see the veins of the blood stained black by the poison, which looked like some kind of totem, and the people who watched it were very worried.

Feng Changhuan stepped forward to hold Bai Qinghan's hand, pressed it against his lips to breathe hot air for him, but the other party didn't appreciate it, and withdrew his hand abruptly, and the long and pointed nails drew a bloodstain on the man's face, accompanied by dislocation of bones With a loud sound, he sat up abruptly.

Yu Fuchen subconsciously wanted to pull Feng Changhuan back because of the corpse-like reaction, but he remained still in a daze based on his rationality.

Bai Qinghan's eyes were covered by a white cloth, and he couldn't see any expression on his face, but he could see the looming black lines spreading from his forehead to his face.

He got up and sat upright for a long time without any response, so that everyone relaxed their vigilance. Feng Changhuan and Yikui Patriarch looked at each other, took out the wooden box containing ghost pupils and nodded to others, which meant that he was determined to find the ghost pupil. The ghost pupil and the powerful demon power lost.

It is not surprising that he made this choice, but from the standpoint of Patriarch Yikui, he still hopes that he can think carefully, so he persuaded: "Don't think about it anymore?"

"Bai Yige has fallen to this point, and I have to take full responsibility. Now that I don't want him to be hurt again, I must have the consciousness to bear everything. Of course, I can't do this by myself. I just an ordinary person."

He sighed again and said: "Patriarch, Yu Tianyin gave me three months, and now the deadline is approaching. Before I become useless, I will do my best to protect the people I care about."

Knowing that once he has made up his mind, it is impossible for him to change his mind for external things, Patriarch Yikui looked at Yu Fuchen with a look of resentment in his eyes, probably dissatisfied that he has not brought that person back to peace until now.

This was also Yu Fuchen's own unwillingness, so he was not dissatisfied, he put his hand on the back of Feng Changhuan's, and before he could say anything, the wooden box in that person's hand was suddenly snatched away.

The speed was so fast that no one responded, but Yu Fuchen instinctively caught the white shadow passing by, and was even more surprised when he saw that the person was Bai Qinghan.

"Xi Jun! How could you..."

At this time, Bai Qinghan's head was tilted at a strange angle, and his exposed fingers were curled up stiffly, but he himself didn't feel it, and there was a strange "clack" sound from his mouth.

Seeing this situation, Ming Sinian took a few steps back in fright, "Patriarch, could it be that his situation is..."

"Weizhi! Don't talk nonsense!"

Patriarch Yikui was so drunk that Mingsi Nian didn't dare to speak nonsense, but he didn't intend to save people, his expression was flustered, obviously he had no way to deal with this situation, Yu Fuchen immediately became suspicious.

But the situation was urgent, and there was no time to ponder the mystery. Bai Qinghan waved back and pushed Yu Fuchen a few steps away. Although he didn't have much spiritual power left, he was able to use amazing brute force. If he hadn't been prepared, he would have Yu Fuchen, who had eaten his palm, also wanted to add luster.

He found that when Bai Qinghan exerted force, he would stir up the blood vessels all over his body, causing the blood vessels to protrude and almost burst.

Worried that he would die suddenly if he continued like this, Yu Fuchen didn't dare to act rashly, let Bai Qinghan do as he pleases, as long as he doesn't escape from Snow Misty City, he won't fall into danger again, it's still worth it .

But the next moment the other party's actions made him realize that he was completely wrong. After Bai Qinghan took out the ghost pupils, he threw the wooden box aside, took off the white cloth blindfolded, stared at the terrifying blood pupils with wide eyes, and said Let out a sinister laugh.

Yu Fuchen had never seen Bai Qinghan like this before, he guessed that he was going to force the ghost pupils on himself, but he still didn't dare to make a move, so he could only shout helplessly: "Xijun! No!!"

After hearing his words, Bai Qinghan turned around slowly, the corners of his mouth turned up very strangely, making him look very frightening.

Regardless of the fact that his skin was dripping with blood from being pierced by the sharp armor, he opened the lid of his left eye, in order to give up his no longer clear blue eyes in exchange for this ghost pupil.

"Xi Jun! Calm down, don't be dominated by consciousness! Have you forgotten Mo Qianlin who is still worried about you!!"

Accurately grasping the weak point, and relying on Yu Fuchen's words, Bai Qinghan really showed signs of waking up, although it was only for a moment.

"Mo, Qian..."

At that moment, there was a gleam of clarity in his eyes, he shook his head and struggled to get out of control, but that evil thought had been in his heart for a long time, and it could be easily eradicated by breeding and spreading through the demons in his heart?

After being tortured for such a long time, Bai Qinghan had long since lost the ability to fight back. He rubbed his forehead and groaned in pain, and soon lost his mind again, screaming and rushing indiscriminately, and immediately regained his composure, staring at the dumbfounded crowd, Evil smile.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yu Fuchen knew that if he didn't make a move, he would have no chance!

He rushed towards Bai Qinghan with bare hands, but he was pulled back before he could go far, and when he looked back, it was Feng Changhuan.

The man shook his head at him, "Shh, did you hear anything..."

Yu Fuchen deliberately didn't look at Bai Qinghan, and held his breath to listen, and sure enough, he heard the slight humming of swords and swords, and they were approaching continuously.

The two looked at Bai Qinghan who was about to blind his left eye and change his ghost pupils at the same time, his movements froze suddenly, and then he was pushed away by a saber light.

After a closer look, it turned out that it was a person who came with the light of the knife. The moment he pushed him, he crushed him, snatched the ghost pupil from his hand, and shouted "Go on!" to Yu Fuchen, and put The scourge that caused the dispute was thrown over.

This person was exactly Mo Qianlin who rushed to Xuewu City after receiving the news. He arrived at such an appropriate moment. It seemed that there was a will in the dark, and Bai Qinghan's life should not be terminated.

Mo Qianlin suppressed the struggling Bai Qinghan, clamped his hands behind his back to prevent him from committing self-harm, and did not forget to thank him.

"It's hard work for you to save Uncle Yi. Mo is very grateful, but can any of you explain what happened?"

Why Bai Qinghan suddenly went mad, this question can only be answered by Patriarch Yikui.

This incident was weird from beginning to end, Yu Fuchen glanced at Patriarch Yikui's expression, calm enough to make people suspicious.

"It's a demon. During the days of being imprisoned, Xi Jun must have been indoctrinated with the idea of ​​hating the world. After a few days, his mood calmed down, and all problems were easily solved."

As the head of the School of Medicine, Yu Fuchen had no reason to doubt his words, but when he saw Ming Sinian's bewildered expression, his doubts were magnified infinitely.

If Patriarch Yikui told a lie, the person most likely to expose her lie was Ming Sinian who had practiced in Taoxijian for many years, but before Yu Fuchen could ask further, Bai Qinghan who was restrained let out another roar.

Out of concern and intolerance for him, Mo Qianlin showed mercy and gave Bai Qinghan a chance to escape.

He slapped Mo Qianlin back with a palm, and went straight to his heart. For some reason, he felt scruples, his hand trembled, and hit the man on the shoulder by mistake.

This palm was powerful, the sharp nails pierced into the flesh, stirred the wound, and blood flowed profusely immediately.

Mo Qianlin endured the pain and didn't say a word, he didn't even say a word to wake up Bai Qinghan's mind, and looked at him quietly.

The two were speechless, the world was silent, and for a while, only the sound of blood drops falling to the ground could be heard.

Mo Qianlin's abnormal behavior angered Bai Qinghan, who was unconscious. His hands became stronger, and penetrated into the man's shoulder bones, stirring his flesh and blood.

But the man just endured the pain forcefully, neither yelling nor yelling, frowning and gritting his teeth quietly waiting for him to enjoy himself, and gave him a forced and ugly smile.

He said: "Uncle Yi, so, is this the pain you endured for me back then? Now that I have finally... finally experienced it myself, it can be regarded as a step closer to you, right? Uncle Yi, wake up soon Wake up."

His face close at hand overlapped with the distant silhouettes in his memory, one was a bearded young man, the other was a young and ignorant boy, they all urged Bai Qinghan to recall the past.

That distant familiar voice seemed to be right next to his ears, calling him one after another, intimate and haunting.

"Uncle Yi, Uncle Yi! Wake up!"

Yes, who is it...

"Uncle Yi, I'm Qianlin..."

The author has something to say: What follows is the side story of Bai Qinghan and Mo Qianlin!

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