Wearing a book, the paranoid devil is crying in my arms

Qi Zexi originally wanted to endure not being discovered, but he didn't want Jun Qinghan to worry.

Now I feel dizzy for a while, I have been holding on for a long time, but finally I can't hold it anymore.

Jun Qinghan took him into his arms and helped him walk towards his bedroom step by step.

He didn't unbutton his clothes little by little until he put him on the bed. Fortunately, the blood didn't coagulate and didn't stick to the wound.

After unbuttoning his clothes, he could see clearly the shocking wound on his waist and abdomen, which directly penetrated his body.

The blood couldn't stop flowing out. According to the strength of the demon king, Jun Qinghan knew very well that Qi Zexi's skill was higher than his.

In the sky, only Tianjun can fight with him, who would hurt him so badly.

"Who hurt you?"

Qi Zexi shook his head, "It's okay, I've gotten used to this kind of wound for a long time, it'll be fine if I rest for a while."

Jun Qinghan also realized that things might not be that simple, those people from the Demon Race did not recognize him, and there must have been many assassinations.

In three years, he can stabilize the Demon Race?Things are not that simple, maybe I think too well.

I don't have herbs here to heal my wounds, and the person with the most herbs is Wenyan Shenjun.

Seeing that he turned to leave, Qi Zexi raised his hand and grabbed his wrist, his consciousness gradually blurred.

Jun Qinghan turned to look at him, his lips opened and closed several times, as if hesitating, and finally spoke softly.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

In the end, he just didn't want him to go, and he hadn't seen him for three years, he just wanted to take a good look at him.

The wound on his body was still bleeding, Jun Qinghan frowned, and could only sit beside him, raising his hand to send spiritual power to heal his wound.

The most important thing is to stop the bleeding first, Qi Zexi calmed down a little before speaking.

"Don't tell anyone about my coming to God Realm."

"Um……"

"I'm leaving tomorrow, don't tell anyone you've seen me."

Jun Qinghan's hands trembled, and when he heard that he was leaving, he always felt a little awkward and uncomfortable.

"I don't want to implicate you. The Demon Race is very difficult this time. I just... come and see Bailu and you."

"White Deer is still young, don't let him know about my affairs, and the demons don't let him go either."

Jun Qinghan sent spiritual power to him with lowered eyes, watching his wound stop bleeding little by little.

When Qi Zexi spoke, his eyes kept falling on him, "Your bed was dirty by me."

"Stop talking, you have a good rest."

Jun Qinghan finally couldn't help but speak, and the corner of Qi Zexi's mouth curled into a smile.

The civil strife in the demon clan was so serious that many of those who supported him were slaughtered. When he returned, the demon clan was already in chaos.

Exhausted energy beheaded several people who took the lead, but the effect was not great.

The elders still objected, and even led people to force him to abdicate.

He disagreed, and those people chose to assassinate him. He hasn't had a good night's sleep in three years.

He must always be on guard against those who want to take his life, and it is here at Jun Qinghan that he can finally rest with peace of mind.

Seeing him falling asleep, Jun Qinghan went to Wen Yan and asked him about Ling Zhi who wanted to heal his wounds.

Wen Yan was a little surprised, the heavens were fine and no one was injured, why did you ask him for this?

As a result, Bailu knew more about the Lingzhi here than Wenyan, so he directly found one with the best healing effect and handed it to Jun Qinghan, completely treating Wenyan as his home.

Wen Yan was helpless, but he didn't say anything. When Bai Lu left, he took a few scripts from Wen Yan by the way.

Jun Qinghan didn't let Bai Lu know about Qi Zexi's arrival, when Bai Lu was holding those scriptures and wanted to show off.

But Jun Qinghan didn't let him in, Bailu blinked his eyes in a daze.

He is usually a little devil in the eyes of others, but he listens to his master very much, and Jun Qinghan doesn't let him in.

He pouted disappointedly and went back to his room with his notebook in his arms, without asking why.

The spiritual plants planted by Wen Yan are the best. Jun Qinghan refined the spiritual plants into powder and sprinkled them on his wounds.

The wound began to heal slowly, but even so, it would take some time for his wound to fully heal.

Qi Zexi's sleeping face was defenseless, Jun Qinghan changed his clothes, bandaged him up, and then covered him with a quilt.

He stayed by Qi Zexi's side all night.

Early the next morning, Qi Zexi rarely slept soundly, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Jun Qinghan sitting by the bed.

Without disturbing him, Qi Zexi sat up slowly, and because the movement involved the wound, he took a light breath.

He found that all the robes on his body had been changed. He had left clothes here before, but Jun Qinghan still kept them.

Jun Qinghan fell asleep, he moved lightly, raised his hand and a wisp of devilish energy pierced into Jun Qinghan's eyebrows.

After making sure that the person was sleeping more deeply, he carefully carried him to the bed and looked down at him.

Fingers brushed Jun Qinghan's brows and eyes lightly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I need to resolve the matter of the Demon Race as soon as possible, otherwise it will be dangerous for you to go to the Demon Race. I need to eliminate all hidden dangers, very soon."

After the words fell, his fingers rested on Jun Qinghan's lips, and he smiled.

He bent down to approach Jun Qinghan, stood up after hesitating for a moment, turned and left.

What he didn't expect was that just after he opened the door, he saw the white deer sitting on the steps outside the bedroom door.

He was holding the scripture book in his hand, which he brought from Wen Yan, when he heard the door open behind him.

The head that was bit by bit suddenly lifted up, sat up straight and turned to look over.

When he saw Qi Zexi, he wasn't surprised at all, curled his lips.

"It's really you."

Bailu is usually like a child, but his mind is not a child.

Qi Zexi turned around and closed the door, "You knew I was here yesterday?"

"I smell blood. In the master's room, the master went to ask for medicine for healing. What? Those old men want to kill you?"

He was more mature than his peers. He stood up with a script book in his hand, and his immature face was full of seriousness.

How could Bailu be really naughty? Qi Zexi, the demon clan, knew that every time he deliberately teased and maliciously mischievous, it was purposeful.

In particular, he destroyed those treasures with many people, and also stole a lot of evidence for Qi Zexi, although he still didn't look good towards Qi Zexi.

"Is the injury serious? Don't die."

This is not much concern, but more like sarcasm.

Qi Zexi did not speak, but glanced at the bedroom.

Bailu curled his lips, and his voice was immature, "Don't worry, Master will be fine with me around."

"You seem to be able to protect him, with your little cultivation?"

"Who do you look down on?" Bailu snapped back angrily.

Qi Zexi raised his lips and smiled, raised his hand and rubbed his head, "You are safest here, don't go to the Demon Race."

Bailu raised his head, a look of worry flashed in his eyes, and he opened his mouth several times.

"Oh, I see, I want you to tell me."

Bai Lu watched Qi Zexi leave, and he sat in front of the steps again, no longer sleepy.

People who can hurt the demon king are probably very difficult to deal with, Qi Zexi, don't die.