The villain is above: the villain master's handbook

The next day...

The sun shone into the wooden house, and the young man on the bed half-opened his eyes, his thick eyelashes blocking the dazzling sunlight.

This was the first time he had slept so peacefully in such a long time, even sleeping for hours.

Ye Hanzhou was in a rare good mood, his mood was peaceful, and the gloom in his eyes dissipated a lot, becoming clear and transparent.

Suddenly, his eyes stopped and fell on the intact roof.

The eyeballs turned little by little, taking in all the details in the wooden house.

The bright eyes were covered by the smog again, and the fingers holding the quilt were clenched little by little, and the knuckles were so hard that they turned white.

Mu Lian was in a good mood today. After teaching several personal disciples, he entered the Ice Palace to retreat and concentrate on cultivation.

This sitting is one day.

When he came out of the Ice Palace, it was already dark.

In fact, for most monks, it is common to retreat for months, years, even decades.

It's just that Mu Lian is used to the life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset, so it's a waste of life for him to go to retreat to practice day and night, and there is no fun at all.

What's more, he has newly accepted Li Xiaohe as a young apprentice, so he needs to personally teach him every day.

The other direct disciples also enjoyed the blessings, and they could listen to Mu Lian's teaching and solve their doubts.

At the end of the day's routine, Mu Lian originally wanted to take a walk in Wulian Peak, but he ended up walking in front of Ye Hanzhou's cabin for some reason.

He pondered for a moment, then justified himself: "Well, fate."

"Since you're here, let's go in and have a look."

Mu Lian hid her figure, her steps were exceptionally brisk, but when her eyes touched the scene inside the house, she stopped.

Ye Hanzhou on the bed had already fallen asleep, but his sleep was extremely restless.

His complexion was red and sometimes white, his forehead was sweating like rain, he lifted the quilt with waving hands and feet, and tore open the front of his clothes, revealing his delicate collarbone and thin chest.

Startled, Mu Lian stepped forward quickly, reaching out to Ye Hanzhou's forehead.

Hot slice!

Presumably, before he came last night, he was drenched in the rain, blown by the wind, caught a cold, and contracted the wind chill.

Cultivators almost never get this kind of disease that mortals would get. It's just that Ye Hanzhou's cultivation base is too low, and his body is weak and his resistance is not good, so he gets sick because of catching a cold.

Mu Lian sighed softly, and was about to take some elixir from the ring when she raised her hand, but someone grabbed her wrist suddenly.

"Mother... is it mother...?"

Ye Hanzhou asked in a daze, his voice was extremely weak, but he held his hand very hard, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

Mu Lian felt pity and love, and wanted to reply: I am not your mother, but I do treat you as my own son.

However, even though Ye Hanzhou was in a daze, he couldn't take advantage of him like this, even if he really thought so, he didn't have any malice.

Mu Lian let Ye Hanzhou hold his right hand, his mind moved slightly, and a elixir appeared in the palm of his left hand.

He handed the elixir to Ye Hanzhou's mouth, and lightly probed into his dry lips, but it touched the outside of the white teeth, and he couldn't get in at all.

"Hey, open your mouth, you will get better after taking medicine."

Ye Hanzhou didn't open his mouth, but his lips closed even tighter.

Mu Lian: ...

Well, he must be doing it wrong!

"Ahem, I was wrong. It's not medicine, it's sugar, very sweet. If you don't believe me, just taste it and you'll know."

Mu Lian coaxed in a gentle voice, like a strange sorghum who tricks a child into taking medicine.

Ye Hanzhou on the bed trembled in response to the scene, pursed his dry and pale lips, and finally opened his mouth.

Mu Lian was overjoyed, and quickly pushed the elixir in, and then covered Ye Hanzhou's lips.

Good medicine is bitter, and so is panacea. There is no reason why it is not bitter.

If other sweet ingredients are added, it will destroy the medicinal properties and waste the best spirit herbs.

"Um..."

Ye Hanzhou frowned, shook his head and struggled, but Mu Lian would not let him get what he wanted, and forcibly covered his mouth to prevent him from spitting out the elixir.

After a while, he let go of his palm.

In order to make sure that the elixir had been completely absorbed, Mu Lian stretched out a white finger to stir it up.

The fingers were wrapped in the warm mouth, and there was no trace of the elixir left in it. It seemed that the food was eaten cleanly without wasting the efficacy of the medicine.

After the medicine was finished, Mu Lian withdrew her hand, only then did she notice Ye Hanzhou's ears that were already blushing.

"It seems that the illness is not serious, and the ear is burned. Fortunately, I came in time tonight, otherwise you will be offended."

Mu Lian was in a good mood, feeling that he had done a great thing and had a great sense of accomplishment.

After taking the medicine, Ye Hanzhou finally calmed down, closed his eyes, and slept obediently.

Mu Lian looked at Ye Hanzhou's defenseless sleeping face, and suddenly wanted to talk to him.

Anyway, he fell asleep, and he was still in a daze after getting sick, so he probably wouldn't remember what happened tonight.

Even if he remembered a little bit, he would not know it was him, and maybe he would guess that it was just a dream made by illness and confusion.

"Life will always experience many setbacks. We will be discouraged, disappointed, and lose confidence in pursuing our dreams. But these are short-lived. After being discouraged, we should regain our confidence, pursue the original dream in our hearts, and stick to our original aspirations It is."

"I know that saying this sounds like chicken soup, but sometimes in life you need chicken soup to make yourself feel better when you are sad.

I also know that others have not experienced what you have experienced, so I advise you to be magnanimous, just to stand and talk without back pain.

But in the final analysis, it is still the same sentence, we must have a bottom line, and we must not forget our original intentions, instead of becoming someone we hate. "

Mu Lian sighed, although he was talking about it for Ye Hanzhou, but he was actually talking about it for himself.

He recalled his past of just 20 years, plain, ordinary, unwilling to socialize, had no friends, and nothing new to speak of.

His only hobby is reading novels, from which he can experience the various states of life, as if he has lived a wonderful life as many people.

But what moved him the most was this novel.

Although this is a BL novel, it is different from what he imagined, there is not much love and love, and the protagonist Gong Shou gets along like a friend, which makes him acceptable even as a straight man.

Ye Hanzhou possesses the most beautiful virtues of human beings. He watched him change from introverted and weak to cheerful and powerful, becoming the favored one of heaven, having many friends, and living the way he wanted.

That's why he couldn't accept it at all after Ye Hanzhou's blackening, so that even if Ye Hanzhou lived a life of winner in the end, he still questioned his original intention and belief.

Although Ye Hanzhou's blackening was buried step by step, which was reasonable, but it was not what he wanted to see, nor was Ye Hanzhou's original intention!

Isn't the best way to ruin a person is to turn a person into the person you hate the most?

Ye Hanzhou was destroyed, and his heart... was also broken.

"I'm an imperfect person, I have no confidence, no dreams, I don't want, even you to become like that..."

"Hey, why am I talking to you about this. Maybe it's because I've held it in for too long, and I've become a chatterbox all of a sudden."

Mu Lian laughed at herself, sighed softly, stood up, and left here in a loss of composure.

Silence returned to the cabin.

After a long time, the man on the bed fluttered his eyelashes and opened his eyes.