The villain is above: the villain master's handbook

At the same time, there is a group of palaces standing on the majestic mountain range.

Behind the wide main hall, there is a secret hall, in which sits a gray-haired old man, with his eyes closed as if he was dozing off.

Suddenly, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at a soul lamp in front of him.

The soul lamp kept flickering, the wick was shaking, and it might go out at any time.

The old man stood up, his cloudy eyes burst into light, and he focused on the scene in front of him.

I saw the soul lamp swaying for about a stick of incense, and then... suddenly went out!

Not a single ray of light left, dead silence.

The old man was stunned for a while, and his face changed from disbelief to seriousness.

Without hesitation, he left the Soul Palace.

Half an hour later, all the veteran figures gathered in the main hall.

Among them, those who retreated and those who wandered outside, they all rushed back with the fastest speed.

"Elder Supreme, what happened, why are you in such a hurry to call us back?"

"Since Jianzong, such a situation has never happened. What kind of event is it?"

"Where's the suzerain? Why hasn't the suzerain arrived?"

Several people guessed one after another, only to see the old man sitting on the main seat opened his eyes.

They all fell silent, and the main hall was silent for a while.

The old man's eyes were full of seriousness, and he spoke solemnly every word.

"The suzerain is dead, and the soul lamp is extinguished."

This sentence caused an uproar in the hall.

Everyone couldn't believe it. How could the suzerain in the later stage of fusion, who was ranked among the top ten figures in the cultivation world, disappear so quietly?

The few people who reacted immediately decided to go to find Wuji's body, and must catch the murderer behind it.

The old man waited for them to discuss before making a decision.

"Go and bring the suzerain back to the sect, and catch the murderer, but don't make any noise until there is no result."

"The suzerain died without a sound. For our Wuji sect, it is slapping us in the face nakedly, and it makes our Wuji sect's majesty disgraced."

"During the period before the murderer is caught, the old man is acting as suzerain temporarily to deal with the affairs of the sect, so we can't mess things up because of this.

The other party's cultivation base is not low, so you go be careful, once you find clues and clues, come and report immediately, and the old man will do it himself. "

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, all with serious and heavy expressions.

"Yes!"

Several people left, leaving only the old man in the hall.

A gentle breeze blows, blowing away a heavy sigh.

The first thing Mu Lian did when he returned to the Wangchuan Sect was to heal Ye Hanzhou's injuries.

He had only dealt with it roughly in the secret territory before, but now that Ye Hanzhou took off his clothes, Mu Lian realized that the injury was more serious than he imagined.

I saw that Ye Hanzhou's chest was bloody and bloody, and the wound was deep, almost hurting his heart. Even if it is cured, there may be distressing sequelae.

Mu Lian had also suffered such injuries before, and since then, her heart hurts from time to time.

However, his injury was not too serious, and the sequelae were not very obvious, and would not affect his actions and life.

If Ye Hanzhou's sword wound was three points deeper, he might fall into the bad habit of being a heartache at any time.

"I also said that the injury is not serious, so it's not serious, how can it be considered serious?"

Mentioning this, Mu Lian lost her temper again.

Although the words were harsh, the movements of his hands were extremely gentle.

With the plaster on his fingertips, he wiped it on Ye Hanzhou's chest very gently.

Even though he was extremely careful, Ye Hanzhou still hissed in pain.

"Did Wei Shi hurt you?"

Mu Lian pursed her lips in self-blame, she didn't know how to drop her hands for a moment, her eyes were full of distress.

The corners of Ye Hanzhou's lips curled up slightly on his pale face, and his eyes were soft and satisfied.

"Well, a little bit."

In fact, it doesn't hurt very much, this kind of pain on the skin is far inferior to the injuries he suffered during the years in the Valley of the Fallen Gods, and it is even less comparable to the pain of his longing for him.

But maybe because of having Mu Lian by his side, he was very at ease, he also became inexplicably delicate, even a little injury screamed pain.

After all, this was done by himself, so he must have known the severity, but he still said it hurts, just to make Mu Lian feel more distressed and care about him.

Seeing that Mu Lian didn't know what to do, he smiled slightly, reached out to grab Mu Lian's hand, and pressed it on his chest.

"Come on, Master, it's okay, I can bear it."

He can hold back the pain, but he doesn't know if he can hold back the others.

Mu Lian was frightened by his movements and raised her fingers, fearing that it would hurt him.

"Let go of me as a teacher, don't mess around!"

Seeing Mu Lian being cautious and careful, Ye Hanzhou let go of his hand with a laugh.

Then he lay down with his hands spread out, as if letting him beg him.

Mu Lian breathed a sigh of relief, and started the very torturous process of applying medicine again.

For the two of them, this torment is mutual.

Mu Lian was afraid of hurting Ye Hanzhou, so she painted very slowly and carefully, so she was suffering.

But Ye Hanzhou didn't actually hurt, he was just scratched into his heart by this kind of tickling action, and the torment was because his heart was itchy.

But it's hard to bear, he still selfishly hoped that this moment would not stop, hoped that he would die drunk in Mu Lian's tenderness and consideration.

The process of applying the medicine was very long, and even though Ye Hanzhou hoped not to stop, there would always be a moment.

Amid Ye Hanzhou's regrets, Mu Lian finally heaved a sigh of relief and straightened his waist.

He has been bending over to apply medicine to Ye Hanzhou, and his back is a little sore now.

But he didn't care, he only asked Ye Hanzhou.

"Feeling better?"

"It's much better."

Mu Lian worked so hard, Ye Hanzhou dared to say no.

Fearing that Mu Lian would not believe it, he added another sentence.

"I feel that it may take up to seven days to recover to the best condition. Master, don't worry about it."

Mu Lian sighed, "I hope so, then for these seven days, you have to take medicine every day until the injury is healed."

After speaking, he thought of something, and his face became serious.

"Also, you will stay in the sect these few days, and don't go anywhere. Let's wait and see what happens, and don't give that person an opportunity. You can rest assured and cultivate. If you need anything, just tell your teacher That's right."

Ye Hanzhou nodded obediently, "Okay, Master, I understand."

As Ye Hanzhou said, he sat up and put on his clothes without hesitation.

Mu Lian's eyes glanced at his solid chest muscles and eight-pack abs, and he couldn't help but sigh that Ye Hanzhou had really grown up, and he couldn't treat him like a child anymore.

After all, he is two hundred years older than Ye Hanzhou, and his stomach is still soft, without a single muscle, so he is really ashamed.

Seeing Mu Lian staring at his abdominal muscles without blinking, Ye Hanzhou puffed out his chest even though he was very shy.

How about it, Master will like it, right?

Mu Lian's eyes followed his movements, and she felt even more ashamed in an instant.

Suddenly, a voice came from outside the hall.

"Qingfeng, Hanzhou, this deity has come to see you."