Dressed as the apex pet of a cold master

Seeing the boy's disappearing figure, the two lieutenants looked at each other, and one of them said, "Should we... continue to catch up?"

Jing He silently looked at the figure that was fading away in his sight, raised his head to the night sky and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Shuhua himself will figure out everything, let's go."

This is a fellow traveler, but at this moment it is divided into two, each running north and south.

Yun Shuhua walked along the mountain road to the valley at the foot of the mountain, until he reached the bank of an open stream, he couldn't hold on any longer, and collapsed tiredly on the sandy ground covered with pebbles.

He opened his eyes, and above him was the vast night sky, with countless stars dotted around the Milky Way, flickering on and off.

In such a boundless and vast world, people are just extremely weak dust in the ocean.Those who come and go in a hurry and fight for power and profit are just a few waves in the long river of thousands of years from ancient times to the present. Compared with the deep and eternal universe, what is it?

Yun Shuhua remembered that he hadn't seen the starry night for a long time... When did it start?

It seems that from that rainy night covered by dark clouds, Jing Fan imprisoned him in the apse of Yuxu, and he lost the freedom to look up.

Now that I have regained my freedom, isn't it considered a blessing in disguise?

Thinking of this, Yun Shuhua raised his lips slightly and smiled mockingly.

Smiling, he wiped his face again, gnashing his teeth while spurning himself in his heart: Yun Shuhua, you are really worthless.

Why do I still think of him all the time.

Didn't this crooked man say that he was going to be trapped in the Jade Market Hall forever, for the rest of his life?Why did he have to break his promise, why did he have to go back on his word, why did the two of them clearly prepare in their hearts to be entangled with each other to the death, and he made such a decision when he was in crisis.

Yun Shuhua closed his eyes and muttered to himself, "Don't think I'll thank you...you coward."

After cursing, he felt unsatisfied, so he sat up from the ground, grabbed all the gravel around him and threw them into the gurgling stream, shouting as if venting his anger while smashing them.

"Jing Fan! You coward, don't you hate me to death? Why, why did you drive me away again!"

"You want to stay in Qingwu alone to guard the mountain, but you never regarded me as your apprentice!"

Yun Shuhua opened his eyes wide, looked up at the sky, tears were still streaming down the corners of his eyes.

He is sure that he doesn't like to cry, but everything that involves Jing Fan can make him shed a few tears.

Sometimes he also hates that he is like a child, why he never grows up, why, why even Jinghe is qualified to stay and fight side by side with him, but he has to be forced to sever the relationship.

He asked these questions countless times in his heart, and confirmed the answers countless times, but even though the answer was clearly there, he still wanted to ask Jing Fan himself, and he wanted to hear Jing Fan tell him in person.

From the quiet valley came the rustling chirping of Xia Chan, the young man was tired of shouting, and finally stood up slowly.

"sorry."

For some reason, he suddenly apologized.

After a long time, Yun Shuhua wiped away his tears, sucked his sore nose, and spoke to the stream.

"I know...you are reluctant," he choked up, forcing himself to finish speaking intermittently, "but I'm going."

"I will continue to travel south, return to Yuxiao Palace, and finish what I should do for you."

Yun Shuhua clasped his hands in front of his chest, and made a wish towards the bright night sky: "God, maybe Jing Fanben and I are two people who don't know how to love, and it may be the best choice to separate."

"I hope this battle will pass and we will have a chance to see each other again."

After speaking, he rubbed his sore legs, picked up his Zhaxing, and set foot on the road leading to nowhere.

Under the same starlight, someone in the Yuxu Hall of Qingwu Mountain was working on military affairs all night long.

Driving Yun Shuhua away was a decision made by Jing Fan in taking time out of his busy schedule, so he rushed back immediately after the recent battle ended.

As soon as he left, most of the scenery on the mountain seemed to follow him, losing the freshness of the past.

After Jing Fanfang finished reading a military order, his slender fingers held the thin paper and sent it to the burning flames on the case.

He watched the swaying flames quietly, and when the last inch of rice paper turned into wisps of dissipated black smoke, he looked away and stood up slowly.

For no reason, tonight his thoughts were a little scattered, and he was always in a trance when thinking about things.

Jing Fan stepped out of the hall and looked up at the sky, only then did he realize that it was past midnight.

"...Master Xianzun."

Fenghe behind him chased out of the hall with a small case, on which were a stack of letters and a bowl of tea.

"This is a letter sent by Shen Xianzong from the north. It's getting late tonight. Why don't you read it tomorrow, Master Xianzun?"

"No need." Jing Fan's eyes glanced over the teacup, landed on the letters, and chose one of them.

This is Shen Tangli's own handwriting, in which it is written that due to the rapid loss of troops, Wei Zan threatened to stop the war in the other four regions, and the two worlds of immortals and demons will fight to the death in the eastern region.

However, the battle situation reported by flying pigeons in the southern region was quite different from this proposal. Fu Wei sent troops to capture several cities in the south, but he was unwilling to stop.

Jing Fan flipped through two notes and said: "Tomorrow, I will write a letter to inform the demon world. If you want to find your own death, then we will meet you on Qingwu Mountain."

After finishing speaking, he casually threw the two letters back, and shifted his gaze to an envelope he had never seen before.

The style is different from the others, and the inscription reads Surprised Crane.

Jing Fan picked it up from the middle and asked softly, "When is this letter from?"

Feng He looked up, and when he saw the handwriting on the letter, his face turned pale.

This letter has not been opened for so long?

Jing Fan observed the words and expressions, slowly tore open the seal with his slender fingers, and said, "What's inside? Why did Jinghe repair the book for the border?"

"This is about three months ago, Jinghe wrote Shen Xianzong a letter of help. Master Xianzong thought that this letter was written for you, so he didn't read it," Feng He lowered his head deeply, his heart beating faster , "Among them...this is about Shuhua's condition."

Hearing this name, Jing Fan's movements paused, and then his expression turned cold.

"What condition?"

"...The subordinates don't know either," Feng He squeezed the handle beside the desk, his knuckles turned white, and looked quite nervous, "Shuhua, he seems to be sick."

Jing Fan stopped talking, opened the letter neatly, and read the whole article word by word.

Feng He lowered his head, not daring to see his reaction.

There was silence outside the hall for a long, long time.

Jing Fan stared at the words on the letter paper, and his breathing gradually became short of breath: "Headache is about to split... Nosebleeds keep bleeding... Why do I know nothing about this?"

The teacup fell to the ground with a bang, wet the letter floating on the ground.

Fenghe knelt on the ground, bowed his head and said: "It's the fault of this subordinate. This subordinate thought that Xianzun and Shen Xianzong would read this letter, so they didn't ask any more questions afterwards, and begged Xianzun to punish them."

Jing Fan stared at him, his figure swayed, and he was speechless for a while.

More than once, when the boy on the bed cried and begged for mercy, he said he had a headache, but how did he treat him then?

Those ambiguous and vivid clips exploded in Jingfan's mind like fireworks. He closed his eyes, and all he saw was Yun Shuhua's pale and aggrieved appearance.

It's already so painful, how do you continue to please him, follow his wishes, and let him do whatever he wants?

Jing Fan clutched the letter in his hand absentmindedly, and said hoarsely, "If you don't tell me, he's still stubborn, so he keeps hiding it from me, right?"

Feng He gritted his teeth uncomfortably, and responded tremblingly: "Please, the Immortal will punish you."

Jing Fan tugged at his collar, and asked with red eyes, "What's the use of punishing you?"

After punishing Fenghe, who will punish himself?

As soon as the neckline was loosened, Feng He fell to the ground. He straightened his face again and straightened his back: "Shu Hua's illness, the subordinates have not seen it with their own eyes, and it is really damnable to be negligent. That day Jing He saw Shu Hua If Master Xianzun wants to understand the whole process of Hua's illness, he might as well call Jinghe over."

Jing Fan closed his eyes, rubbed his temples, and said in a deep voice, "Go out and call him here immediately."

"Yes."

Feng He quickly cleaned up the mess on the ground, turned around and stepped back quickly.

Recalling the past moments of the two of them in the apse of the Jade Market, Jing Fan's heart felt as if he had been hit hard by some blunt object.

He desperately wanted to find the object with Yun Shuhua's aura, and held it tightly in his hand, as if he was really by his side.

But after thinking about it for a long time, he realized that Yun Shuhua had never left anything with him.

His arrival was a coincidence, and now he flew away like a bird that cannot be kept, and will never come back.Jing Fan covered his heart, which had been cut open by Wei Zan with a knife, and was also stabbed by countless unnamed demon cultivators with swords on the battlefield of the battle between immortals and demons.

But never has it been so painful and unbearable like tonight.

After a while, there was a sound of clothes being worn down behind him.

Jing Fan turned around indifferently, only to see Jing He kneeling on the ground, kowtowing deeply.

"Master Xianzun, I don't know what you want to ask, Jinghe must know everything."

"After leaving Qingwu, can you send him to a safe place?"

Jinghe pondered for a while, then whispered: "After Shuhua woke up, he said a few words with his subordinates, and then left."

"During this period, the people from Yuxiao Palace once made a surprise attack, and they were all beheaded by their subordinates and two lieutenants."

Jing Fan let go of the letter paper in his hand, and the paper was light and fluffy, like a fallen leaf stretched in front of the startled crane.

"Tell me in detail what happened above."

Jinghe stretched out his hand to pick up the letter paper, recognized his own handwriting, and showed a sad expression on his face: "I dare not lie to you, Shuhua is indeed sick."

"But neither my subordinates nor Fenghe had heard of this disease, so they had to write a book and send it to the North. I hope you and Shen Xianzong can solve it after seeing it."

"When Shuhua got sick, his body was weak, his face was pale, and he looked very painful."

"That day in Xingzhu, my subordinates saw him lying beside the Mirror Lake, bleeding a lot..."