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"You, have you grown, grown wings?"

Chu Luye stammered.

He remembered what Hongdrill had said to him in the dream that day.

[If one day I see him showing his wings outside, then the one outside is not him, but me. 】

Chu Luye immediately looked into Mandrill's eyes eagerly and worriedly.

Mandrill was still glued to the wall with his eyes wide open, a slight blush floating on his face.

"No, don't respect the immortal master!"

Definitely still Mandrill.

Chu Luye breathed a sigh of relief, but felt that he would not be able to explain clearly in words for a while, so he turned on the phone anxiously, frowned and typed out a line of words.

[Another mandrill said that when you show your wings, he will come out of the dream, how do you feel now? 】

Mandrill was stunned for a moment, and lowered his eyes.

"...you know."

He raised his head and glanced at Chu Luye, there was something inexplicable floating in his golden eyes.

The young fairy with dark green hair stepped forward.

But Chu Luye backed away subconsciously.

This scene seems to be the reversal of the actions of the two people at the last moment.

Chu Luye was forced by the mandrill to retreat to the sofa, and fell down on the armrest of the sofa without noticing it for an hour.

Mandrill lowered his eyes to look at Chu Luye, and suddenly turned his back.

"Look."

Chu Luye raised his eyes subconsciously, and saw a pair of immature blue-gold wings protruding from the deep-slit collar behind Mandrill.

They are so small that they are not even bigger than Chu Luye's palm, and they are still stained with red blood from the torn skin, trembling slightly in the outside wind.

It can't be compared with the pair of broad and strong wings that Chu Luye once saw in his dream.

"...I met a difficult monster just now. I accidentally used too much power, and he jumped out at the opportunity."

Mandrill explained in a low voice.

"I don't remember what happened around the time he came out, but I had him pinned down."

"This pair of wings will be retracted into the body soon, and even the wound on the back will disappear in just one more night."

"so……"

Mandrill lowered his eyes, the sentence circled in his mouth, and the remaining few words were swallowed.

The expression on Mandrill's face was not clear from the angle behind him.

Chu Luye turned over the meaning of these few words in his mind, and suddenly realized that Mandrill was telling him—"he's fine".

But how could it be all right?

Chu Luye pursed his lips.

He held Mandrill's shoulders and pressed him to sit on the sofa.

Then, amidst the slightly confused eyes of the young immortal and the voice of "what are you going to do?", he dug out the medicine box he always kept at home from the cabinet under the coffee table.

Mandrill sat on the sofa, watching Chu Luye put out the alcohol, gauze, cotton swabs, tweezers and other items in the medicine box, as if he suddenly understood what he was going to do.

"Mortal medicine is useless to me. I only need to rest for one night to heal such a wound. You don't have to be busy about it."

Mandrill seemed to speak calmly.

"However, if the dose is large enough, it will still be useful, right?"

Chuluye retorted a little stubbornly.

This conclusion is drawn from the "Lian Li Zhen Xin San" that Dijun asked the traveler to bring to Mandrill.

Although he himself knew that the "Lianli Zhenxin Powder" was probably because of the use of some special medicinal materials, so it was also useful for immortals like Mandrill.

Rather than purely because the potency of the medicine is far beyond what ordinary people can bear, it is useful to Mandrill.

...So it seems that he is still doing futile work.

Chu Luye forced himself to calm down for a while, put down the medical supplies in his hands, and stood up.

He figured it out.

You can't just do this kind of disinfection treatment for Mandrill for the sake of self-comfort. If you want to really find a useful treatment for Mandrill, you still have to go to Mr. Zhongli.

At this time, it is meaningless to think about whether it will disturb Dijun to sleep. He must find a general solution to the problem of Mandrill's injury, so as not to encounter such a situation in the future but be helpless.

"What are you going to do?"

Mandrill asked.

"Go and find, Zhongli, sir..."

Chuluye replied as he walked.

He has returned to the stairs.

"No!"

Mandrill dodges, and appears in front of Chu Luye almost instantly, grabs Chu Luye's arm, and stops him.

His golden eyes flickered, as if he was struggling a bit, then lowered his eyelashes, and said in a low voice.

"You can use those medicines to treat me without bothering Dijun."

Chu Luye was stunned for a moment, and hesitated: "But, what you said just now is 'useless'."

"It's just not necessary."

Mandrill explained: "Those medicines are already very weak to me, and it's no different from making me heal myself."

"That……"

Hearing this, Chu Luye immediately wanted to continue going upstairs, but his arm was grabbed by the mandrill and he did not move.

He stopped in his tracks, and looked suspiciously at the young immortal who lowered his head.

In Chu Luye's view, since those medicines are very weak to Mandrill, there is no need to waste time using them, and the best solution is to seek Mr. Zhongli's help directly.

But Mandrill would not let him go.

Chu Luye understands that Mandrill doesn't let him go because he doesn't want him to disturb Mr. Zhongli's rest, but Mandrill should also know that what he wants now is not the psychological comfort that he has been given medicine, but that he can really heal Mandrill's injuries. method of action.

There is no way to persuade him just by taking medicine.

Mandrill obviously knew this too.

He was silent for a while, as if the balance in his heart was shaking.

In the end, he seemed to have made a decision, and whispered: "I have a way to make those medicines work, you just need to give me the medicine."

"However, I need to borrow a lock of your hair for this matter."

The young fairy with dark green hair raised his eyes, those golden pupils seemed to be able to reflect Chu Luye's heart.

"Do you want to?"

"certainly."

Chu Luye responded with a gulp.

It's just a strand of hair, it can make Mandrill's wound heal faster, of course he agreed.

only……

"Hair, what is it for?"

Chuluye was puzzled.

"When the time comes...you will know."

Mandrill turned his head away, as if this matter was not convenient to explain on the spot.

Chu Luye had no choice but to nod, agreeing.

"it is good."

Chuluye returned to the living room.

Mandrill lay down on the armrest of the sofa cooperatively, revealing the newly grown wings on his back and the two long wounds that spread on the skin at the base of the wings, which did not match the size of the small wings now.

Just looking at the two centipede-like long red marks, you can feel the pain from the wings tearing the skin.

However, there was no expression on Mandrill's face, just as plain as ever.

Chu Luye held the sterilized cotton with tweezers, took a deep breath, and lightly pressed the sterilized cotton on the skin at the edge of the wound.

Those young wings trembled violently.

Chu Luye immediately stopped his hands, and looked at Mandrill's expression with some concern.

"what happened?"

Mandrill raised his head, as if he didn't know what happened just now, and asked calmly as if he didn't feel any pain at all.

Chu Luye opened his mouth, and could only mumble, "Nothing."

It's just that the movements of his hands involuntarily became a little lighter, and at the same time, he distracted a little attention to observe the amplitude of the fluttering of the wings, to judge whether the force of his hand was too heavy.

However, there is never a time when alcohol disinfection does not hurt.

Although from the beginning to the end, Mandrill's eyes were lowered, his face did not show any emotional fluctuations, and at most he only made two inhalation sounds that could not be heard unless his ears were erected when his wings were trembling most violently, but his back was still immature. Wings is noticeably more honest than him.

——No matter how hard Chu Luye strikes, those blue-golden little wings will tremble to varying degrees, and even countless times, one or two tiny feathers will fall due to the excessive shaking.

In order to prevent these feathers from falling into the wound, Chu Luye had to pick them out one by one when they fell.

And every time at this time, the wings would tremble violently the moment Chu Luye's hand touched the skin on Mandrill's back.

...Sometimes, it would lose another feather because of this, and Chu Luye had to pick out this feather, and the wings trembled violently again.

It's like hair loss and hair loss, and the hair loss is endless.

Chu Luye secretly slandered.

Just as a cat's tail and a cat are two creatures, so a mandrill's wings and a mandrill are two creatures.

With great difficulty, he cleaned up the wound with his fluffy wings, applied the ointment, and then wrapped the bandage, and Mandrill's back was immediately wrapped so that only a pair of wings were left exposed.

Chu Luye breathed a sigh of relief, and replaced the used sterile cotton on the tweezers.

In this way, the blood-stained disinfectant cotton has accumulated a full layer in the trash can.

"……All right?"

Mandrill straightened up and asked, as if he couldn't wait to get rid of this posture lying on the sofa.

Chu Luye immediately pressed Mandrill's shoulder, and shook his head seriously.

"No, you have to clean, clean, the wings, too."

As he spoke, he was about to press the sterile cotton on the tweezers.

The moment the cotton came into contact with the feathers on the wings, Mandrill's wings flinched suddenly.

He himself bounced off the couch like a cat caught by its tail.

"No, no need!"

Chu Luye stood still holding the tweezers, and looked at the sterile cotton in his hand in a little confusion.

...It was just a very light touch, so there shouldn't be such a big reaction, right?

The young fairy with dark green hair and golden eyes coughed, and seemed to have calmed down on the surface, explaining:

"These wings will be retracted soon, and the blood stains on them will not need to be cleaned up."

"But..." Isn't that covered with dust and other things in the air?

Although the immortal may not care about this, it is better to clean it up than just put the wings into the body like this.

Chuluye tried to defend himself.

Mandrill interrupted Chu Luye's unfinished sentence with the next topic.

"I want to borrow a lock of your hair."

The young immortal looked at Chuluye with those golden and clear eyes.

Chuluye swallowed his last words.

Before he was ready to find scissors to cut it himself, or something else, Mandrill reached out and stroked Chu Luye's fluffy black curly hair.

The touch of fingertips running through the hair flashed.

Chuluye only felt a gust of wind rushing past his ears, and when Mandrill's hand came into view again, his fingertips were already twirling a strand of slightly curly black hair.

Was it a strand of hair cut off with the wind element?

Chu Luye touched the black hair beside his ear, thinking a little curiously.

And Mandrill looked up at Chu Luye, and twirled the black hair on his fingertips to his lips, and dropped a light kiss on it.

Chu Luye suddenly remembered the scene when he woke up from the bed and found Mandrill kneeling beside his bed and kissing his long hair.

That kiss seemed to have traveled through time and space, overlapped with the scene in memory, and landed on himself through his hair.

Chu Luye's face flushed instantly.