Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

He looked sluggish, his eyes were full of disappointment, and he was about to leave with his head down, when suddenly that pleasant voice came from behind him.

"Is it Ah Zhao? I'm late—"

That voice came into my ears, fell into my heart and gently swayed away.

He turned around excitedly, and what fell into his eyes was his fluffy white clothes and the entangled red cloth belt that fluttered in the wind.

"Is it Ah Zhao?"

Ye Qiao asked again softly.

The corners of Dong Zhao's mouth raised, and tears were inexplicably in his eyes.

He swallowed, eyes full of joy, "It's me, that, I thought...not..."

As he was talking, his eyes fell on the hem of his robe, and he saw some blood stains on the hem of the white robe. He frowned and walked over quickly.

"What's wrong with your leg? Is it hurt?"

Ye Qiao raised the corners of her lips slightly, "When I came here, I left in a hurry, and I accidentally knocked on my leg, it's fine, just a small injury, it doesn't matter..."

Before he could finish his words, he felt that the hem of his clothes was urgently lifted.

Dong Zhao looked at his calf cut by gravel, and his heart tightened suddenly.

"I thought he missed the appointment, no different from those who abandoned me, and I hated him for a while. I didn't expect that he was injured in order to come to the appointment with me. How could I think of him like this."

He helped Ye Qiao sit down, then tore off a relatively clean piece of clothing from his body, and squatted down to treat his wound carefully.

Ye Qiao was slightly taken aback, and said with a smile: "It's really fine, there's no need to..."

Before he finished speaking, Dong Zhao hurriedly cut him off.

"It's okay, it's all bleeding."

"Don't move, it will be fine soon."

Dong Zhao frowned while gently binding the wound.

"So, does it hurt?"

"If it hurts, I'll take it easy."

The way Ye Qiao smiled was as soft as a spring breeze.

"It doesn't hurt—"

"Azhao is very good at taking care of people."

After carefully bandaging Ye Qiao, he put down his clothes again and smoothed out the wrinkled places carefully.

"Azhao, why did your hands keep shaking when you bandaged me just now?"

The corners of Dong Zhao's lips turned white, the dozen or so needle holes around his mouth had scabbed over, his forehead was covered with dense cold sweat, he clenched his teeth tightly as if he was enduring the pain.

He stammered, "Maybe it's because I was too excited to see you."

"You are the only person who treats me well. It is you who let me know what spring comes from a dead tree. It makes me feel that there is still hope for this day. So promise me that you will never leave me? I am really afraid of being left behind again."

Ye Qiao stretched out his hand, "Take your hand here"...

Dong Zhao was startled, but still passed his hand over.

With a confused face, he didn't know what he was going to do, until the moment when his soft fingertips lightly pressed on his wrist, Dong Zhao realized that he was taking his own pulse.

The corners of his smiling mouth gradually dropped, and his flat brows were also knit together.

Dong Zhao quickly withdrew his hand in a panic.

"I, I'm not sick."

Ye Qiao's face was solemn, and he was speechless for a long time.

It took him a long time to move his lips "lack of soul"...

Ye Qiao's voice trembled a little, he couldn't imagine what kind of horrible experience this laughing young man in front of him had experienced.

Dong Zhao's expression was gloomy, and it was indeed because of this that he couldn't help shaking his hands just now.

He turned around and said calmly: "At the beginning of my 14th year when I came to Fan's house, Uncle Fan went out of his way and made a deal with the Nine Nether Ghosts, selling his soul for ten years of longevity."

"Of course, this spirit is not his, he forcibly pulled it out of my body with his own hands."

"Throw that soul into Jiuyou, and forever be bound by a thousand chains, trapped in the netherworld, and eaten by ten thousand ghosts."

"There will always be pain and suffering."

"At the age of 15, Aunt Fan used this method to force my soul in order to keep my beauty forever."

Although Ye Qiao couldn't see his face, hearing his slightly trembling voice, her heart felt inexplicably tense.

How painful it is to be stripped of the soul, the pain on the skin is not as good as the slightest, Ye Qiao can't imagine how much willpower it will take to bear it.

Ye Qiao stood up and walked to him.

Dong Zhao watched him kneeling on the ground with a plop.

"Please accept me as a disciple."

"If you... If you don't agree, I won't be able to kneel forever."

Ye Qiao froze for a moment, "But I never accept apprentices"...

Dong Zhao lowered his head, knelt there obstinately and remained silent, as if he had really suffered.

"Your eyes are inconvenient, I can be your eyes in the future."

"I'm good at taking care of people. I will take good care of your daily life in the future."

"I can also cook, and I can cook for you in the future."

Dong Zhao looked at him earnestly.

Ye Qiao frowned slightly, "But I... really don't intend to take on apprentices."

"Forget it, I'll make an exception and accept you as a closed disciple."

"From now on, you will be my only apprentice!"

Hearing these words, Dong Zhao smiled and kowtowed to the ground.

"Master is on top, please accept your disciples!"

Ye Qiao smiled, bent down and groped to help him up.

"Then you will live with me in the blue sea and sky from now on. My blue sea and sky are very big, but I live alone. I'm afraid you will have to face me every day in the future, and you may find it boring."

Dong Zhao excitedly said: "I will not be bored by looking at Master every day."

After finishing speaking, he said with a sluggish expression, "However, I can't go back with Master right now. I have to go back to Fan's house to find something very important to me. It was left to me by my mother. If it wasn't hidden by them, I would have Even if you go to the street to beg for food, you won’t live with him.”

"I am with you."

When these five words came to Dong Zhao's ears, he was shocked and full of joy.

"really?"

Ye Qiao smiled and raised his head slightly.

"Azhao, lead the way."

Dong Zhao happily took his hand.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled the earth, he was dressed in a white fairy robe and his sleeves were fluttering, his shabby shoes were covered in blood, and the broken corners of his clothes fluttered in the breeze.

The boy held his hand, tilted his head and smiled at him as he walked.

As soon as he entered the courtyard of Fan's house, a servant yelled.

"The dog Dong Zhao is back! Quickly copy the guy and break his leg, let's see if he dares to run away!"

Ye Qiao could clearly feel his nervousness and uneasiness, and his palms were filled with sweat.

Several servants picked up wooden sticks and beat him desperately. Ye Qiao turned around and kicked everyone away.

There were screams all of a sudden, and there was a mess lying in the yard.

Dong Zhao looked at Ye Qiao enviously.

Her graceful demeanor, her celestial aura fluttering in every move and every move, deeply imprinted in her mind.

He thought silently in his heart, "One day I will be so fierce to Master, and I will protect Master instead."

Hearing the movement, Master Fan and others walked out arrogantly.

"Who is it! How dare you act wildly on my Fan family's territory!"

Ye Qiao smiled lightly, her voice was still mixed with a little tenderness, more domineering and cold.

"Hand over the things that are hiding my apprentice, and I can spare you—"