[Quick Transmigration] Textbook Edition Counterattack Manual

He looked at the boy's flushed body and cheeks coldly. The boy curled up, showing the most primitive and safe appearance, a small ball nestled in the quilt, small and pitiful.

And the instigator of this is himself.

Floating life's qi and blood surged up uncontrollably again, grabbed his collar tightly, took a deep breath, and inadvertently skipped the vicious words of the Great Elder in his mind——

"Huai'an's heart is not right. You shouldn't accept him as a direct disciple. Now it has caused your cultivation base to regress. In time, your cultivation base may be abolished. It is better to kill him in advance and wait for you to cultivate in the future. In order to recover, I won't stop you from accepting as many direct disciples as you want, but only... Huai'an can't keep him!"

"If you can't do it, I'll get rid of this old face and intervene in your Wuwu Mountain affairs to clean up the house for you!"

Could killing him prevent him from suffering so much?

Can I restore my cultivation base by killing him?

Can I go back to the past by killing him?

He walked gently to the edge of the bed, unconsciously stretched out his fingertips to caress the hot neck of the boy, the scorching heat almost scalded him.

He could strangle with one weak hand.

However, he was reluctant.

Fu Sheng closed his eyes, concealed them and sighed lightly in a daze.

The cold palm moved to Huai'an's forehead, and when he felt the hot temperature of the other party, Huai'an rubbed it cautiously as if he had found a straw.

Withdrawing his palm like an electric shock, Fu Sheng pursed his lips, showing no expression, but his hands gently began to undress him and treat his illness.

It's just that when he saw his body covered in bruises and pinches, and there were almost no intact parts, Fu Sheng's breath was suffocated.

He shifted his gaze in a bit of embarrassment, closed his eyes and focused on treating the illness, not daring to think about anything else.

Seeing this, the system finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It was frightened by Fu Sheng's eyes just now, if he really wanted to kill Huai'an, he might get points deducted for this task.

Fortunately, Fu Sheng didn't want to kill again.

To be honest, the system was extremely shocked when it first floated up and became murderous. Facing this ruthless man, it actually developed sympathy for Huai'an.

Although Master Mozun does not need sympathy.

It was Fusheng's first time to take care of others, his technique was a little rusty, but it was better because of his attentive care, and thanks to the monk's body recovering quickly, with Fusheng taking care of him, he recovered quickly in the early morning of the second day.

After Huaian woke up, he was greeted with a warm welcome from the system.

"My lord!! You finally woke up!! I miss you so much!"

"By the way, my lord, Fusheng was taking care of you day and night yesterday, and I just got free, so I don't know what to do." In order to show his loyalty, the system hastily reported Fusheng's whereabouts.

Huai'an had a splitting headache, and it was especially uncomfortable when he clutched his forehead, and his voice became a little weaker: "Got it, don't make noise."

The system shrank back into the space in a well-behaved and sensible way.

Huai'an's eyelids were heavy, and he felt uncomfortable all over, so he retracted into the quilt with a pale complexion, squinted and slowly opened the slits of his eyes, and vaguely saw Fu Sheng's pure white figure.

He was holding a bowl of warm porridge, his buoyant and cold face was hidden behind the curling mist, and his handsome brows and eyes were hazy with a gentle expression.

Fu Sheng was sitting next to Huai An with a bowl in his hand, he saw Huai An's half-closed eyes, the faint, charming and soft waves of light flowed in his eyes, like thousands of veils entangled and restrained him.

Fu Sheng's fingertips trembled slightly, the calm congee surface became rippling, and the young man's movements froze for a moment.

"you're awake?"

Fu Sheng's cold voice trembled a little, Huaian lay down and glanced, then closed his eyes and did not speak.

Seeing this, Fu Sheng heaved a sigh of relief, looked down at the white rice porridge in his hand that was still emitting warm mist, and said, "Have some porridge."

Huai An simply turned his back on him and did not speak.

Such a wordless refusal made Fu Sheng a little at a loss. After realizing that he had done something wrong a few days ago that affected Huai'an, he was almost overwhelmed by the guilt and sourness in his heart.

He subconsciously operated his mind, quickly regained his composure, and silently stretched out his hand to grab Huai'an's shoulder.

"Turn around." The tone of command.

Huai An lowered his eyes, turned back coldly to face Fu Sheng, and sat on the bedside as he helped him up.

Fu Sheng said, "Drink porridge."

Huai'an pulled out a mocking arc with a half-smile: "Master is really a pure and pure person, even if you did such a shameless thing just now, you can be so calm and calm, no wonder you can become a person in this cultivation world. First."

Fu Sheng pursed his lips, without saying a word, just looked at him like this.

"Master, you are my master. I respect you as my father, respect you as my teacher, and love you as an elder." Huai'an's eyes were red with tears, and his eyes were as red as a rabbit, accusing him: "But why is it me ?”

Fu Sheng didn't speak for a long time, he stared blankly at Huai'an's tears dripping down, and saw the deep resentment in his eyes, as well as the deep malice.

Huai An just stared at him, the emotion in those eyes was like a sharp knife tearing his heart apart, he involuntarily shifted his gaze, pushed the rice porridge in his hand, and said, "Drink some."

"roll!"

Huai An slammed his hand and porridge away, staring at Fu Sheng with a gloomy expression: "Master, are you forcing me?"

With a bang, the white porridge shattered and splashed, and the edge of the bed was stained with a little bit of white rice, and the water-absorbed rice drops melted into the thick porridge water.

Fu Sheng looked down at the rice porridge splashed all over the floor, his lips moved slightly.

The confusion in his eyes flashed, and there was a little more nameless fear.

Why are you depressed?Why does the heart hurt?Why... See Huai An's tears and want to hug him?

He was silent for a long time without speaking, Huai An was not in a hurry, he wept silently, raised his head stubbornly, proudly like a peacock, but there was no peacock like him.

Delicate and pitiful, but also as delicate and lovely as a dodder flower.

Huai An stared at Fu Sheng, seemingly stubborn, but in fact, he was already chatting with the system erratically in his heart——

"See, it's called bitterness! No one can resist the poor little tears, no!"

System: "Hmm."

Respectfully obey the teachings, and then forget about it, vowing to be a straight man like steel!

The well-behaved and sensible baby Ben is really listening carefully.The system swears!

Under one person's diligent teaching, and the other person's head nodding, Fusheng finally made a move. He raised his eyes to look at Huai'an, his eyes were deep and deep, implying countless emotions flashed past, and then became cold and ruthless.

He said: "Contradiction to the teacher, confinement for three months, silently writing and practicing exercises a hundred times."

Huaian was slightly taken aback.

Fu Sheng stood up, swept the floor with a flick of his sleeves, and restored the messy edge of the bed, the tall figure of the young man enveloped Huai An's thin body, he turned his back, and his voice was cold and indifferent.

"After three months, I will test your skills."

The author has something to say

When I went to accompany my parents to the hospital today, I couldn’t help but take out the claw machine code words, but my parents gave me a good lesson: don’t play with your phone while walking!

Ben Baobao: ...

Heaven and earth conscience, I didn't play the claw machine! !I'm working! !That's right! !Just work! !I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen ヽ('⌒′メ)ノ