Dragon King relies on green tea

"Are you actually going to fight me, or is it because of a demon?" Ting Jun was very surprised that Ye Junche, who was always gentle, wanted to fight him.

Ye Junche had always been weak, and most of the spells he learned on Lingming Mountain were healing spells. Ye Junche didn't learn much fighting spells.

Ye Junche lowered his eyes, and his lips were tightly pursed into a line. Obviously he didn't want to do that either: "Brother, if you insist on blocking my way, that's all I can do."

He looked at Zi Sang Yanshu who was leaning on the pillar, even though he was unconscious, but still frowning, and said with distress: "Brother, do you feel the weirdness of this rain? It's Yanshu who is sad, He is the Dragon King of the South China Sea, and when he is sad, he will make the sky rain."

Ting Jun had long felt that the rain was strange, but he just didn't want to believe that it was caused by Zi Sang's words.

I don't even want to believe that he has mistakenly admitted the evil spirit.

Ye Junche sighed leisurely: "Since senior brother insists on this, let's do it!"

In Ting Jun's eyes, Ye Junche has always been that sick and delicate junior, but he never thought that he would be defeated within three strokes by this sick and delicate junior who needs to take care of everything.

Until the fate sword in his hand was shattered, Ting Jun couldn't believe it. Standing in front of him was his junior who fell ill on Lingming Mountain for three or two days, "What kind of magic did you practice at the foot of the mountain?"

Ye Junche focused on Zisang Yanshu. After finishing Ting Jun, Ye Junche just responded coldly: "I can't explain clearly in a few words. If you want to ask, brother, I will take him to heal his wounds first. I'm slowly explaining to my brother."

"noob……"

Picking up Zisang Yanshu and about to leave, Ye Junche heard a soft call from the crowd, and from the corner of his eye he saw angry eyes all around him, Ye Junche said coldly to the villagers: "Remember, he He is not a demon, he is a god, the Dragon King of the South China Sea, no one can bully him at will."

Zisang Yanshu was seriously injured, Ye Junche could only find an inn in the nearest small town to settle down first, and treat his deep mouth.

Even with the dragon scale body protection, under the countless thunderbolts, Zisang Yanshu still had several terrible wounds on his body.

It took Ye Junche half a day to bandage those wounds.

Zi Sang Yanshu didn't wake up until noon the next day, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Ye Junche who was guarding the bed.

Because of the incident on the altar, when he saw someone, he subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but the wound on his body was involved when he moved.

"Don't move around." Ye Junche quickly stopped his movements.

Just moving her body hurts a lot, so Zisang Yanshu is obedient and really doesn't move any more, but looking at Ye Junche, there are only strangeness, fear and vigilance in his eyes.

Zi Sang Yanshu looked at him with the same eyes when he was on the altar. At that time, Ye Junche had already noticed something was wrong, but because the situation was urgent, he didn't think much about it, but now...

"Yanshu, what's wrong with you?" Ye Junche wanted to reach out and touch his face, but under the strange eyes, he still didn't dare to touch him, fearing that he would avoid him.

Zisang Yanshu kept staring at him for a long time, until he was sure that he was not dangerous or malicious, then his eyes slowly relaxed, but turned into dazed and probing again.

"Yanshu..."

Ye Junche called softly, and Zisang Yanshu on the bed immediately tensed up again, and after a while he asked cautiously, "What do you call me? Do you know me?"

really……

Ye Junche knew it in his heart, from the blankness and inquiry in his eyes, he had already guessed the general idea, knowing that when Zisang Yanshu asked, it was just as he guessed, and he didn't remember anything.

Otherwise, with Zisang Yanshu's arrogance, he would definitely not be mistaken for a demon, and Ting Jun would have no chance to tie him to the altar and hurt him with a thunderstorm.

Moreover, if he still had memories, Zi Sang Yanshu would never think that Ye Junche would hurt him.

"You don't even remember?" Ye Junche smiled wryly, and then felt that it would be a good thing not to remember.

The past was too bitter, too painful, too tiring...

Forget it, it's okay...

If this is a new opportunity, Ye Junche felt that if he didn't remember anything, then don't remember it. From now on, let him never remember those painful memories again.

Seeing that Ye Junche was about to cry and laugh at the same time, he really didn't understand what this person was thinking.

"Who are you?" After asking cautiously, Zisang Yanshu subconsciously wanted to hide, moved his body, and the wounds all over his body were hurting.

Ye Junche smiled at him gently, and said softly, "Since I don't remember, then Yan Shu can know me now, my name is Ye Junche."

Zi Sang looked at him blankly, and asked in a low voice, "So you knew me before?"

"Yeah." Ye Junche smiled at him softly, thought for a while and said, "Your name is Zisang Yanshu, yes, you are my most important person."

Probably seeing that Ye Junche was very gentle to him, Zisang Yanshu gradually trusted him, and the alienation and guarding in his eyes were no longer there.

Seeing him biting his lip and frowning, Ye Junche said again: "Is there anything else Yan Shu wants to say? Or is the wound too painful?"

He opened his mouth several times, hesitated to speak, struggled a few times in his heart, and finally asked weakly: "Do you believe that I didn't kill someone?"

It turned out that it was because of this matter, Ye Junche didn't hesitate at all, nodded and said: "I believe that Yan Shu will not do such heart-wrenching things."

Zisang Yanshu opened his mouth, and before he could speak, Ye Junche knew what he was going to say again, couldn't help but reached out and rubbed his head, and said with a smile, "I'm not afraid of Yan Shu's appearance, and it's very It’s pretty, so Yanshu doesn’t care what those people say, they are just afraid of people who are different from them, so they think that people who are different from them are evil.”

When he opened his eyes in the Xu family, he saw that the father and daughter of the Xu family looked at him with fear in their eyes. Even after they were sure that he would not hurt anyone, they would subconsciously be wary of him.

Deep down in their hearts, they were more afraid of him.

The Xu family's father and daughter who have been with him for several days are like this, not to mention the villagers, they even identified him as a demon based on his appearance.

Later, after the so-called immortal master came, he saw blood on his hands several times, and even he himself wondered if he was really a heinous big devil.

Only the person in front of him told him with certainty that he was not afraid of him, and he was not some evil spirit.

Seeing him absent minded for a long time, Ye Junche had already poured a cup of hot tea and brought it to the bedside, "You must be thirsty just after waking up, I'll help you up and drink some water, you will feel much better."

When he first woke up in the village, his injuries were much more serious than now. At that time, Xu Mengzhen and Xu's father wanted to help him, but he gritted his teeth and refused.

At that time, his body hurt even more, and he could bear it, but in front of this person, he didn't even hate his touch.

Dazedly, he was helped up and fed a glass of water. Ye Junche's movements were very light, completely avoiding his wound, and did not let him touch the wound. Zi Sang Yanshu just kept staring at him.

When Zisang Yanshu came back to his senses, he subconsciously touched his chest pocket, but found nothing.

Looking down, his clothes had been changed.

"Are you looking for this?" Ye Junche took out the waist pendant and placed it in front of Zisang Yanshu.

That's what I saw in Zisang Yanshu's clothes when he was bandaging his wound.

The waist pendant is the little dragon waist pendant he carved out by himself.

When Ye Junche saw the waist pendant, he had mixed feelings in his heart. After going through a thunderstorm, it stands to reason that the waist pendant would have been turned into powder long ago, but the waist pendant was intact.

When he was tortured by lightning, Zisang Yanshu didn't use spiritual power to protect himself, leaving himself scarred, but used spiritual power to protect the waist pendant.

But now his heart is even more complicated, he obviously doesn't remember anything, this waist pendant is still the most important thing in his subconscious mind.

The moment Zisang Yanshu saw the waist pendant, he snatched it back immediately, carefully protecting it in the palm of his hand, for fear of being snatched away.

Ye Junche looked at it and let out a chuckle, and comforted softly: "I don't take your things, it was originally given to you."

Because of the previous communication, Zisang Yanshu was not so wary of him, but he still had doubts, and asked cautiously, "Can I really trust you?"

After experiencing those things in the mountain village, Ye Junche knew that he was already too disappointed in this world, that's why he was like this, he couldn't help feeling distressed, and comforted him softly: "It's my fault for losing you", as long as you still Trust me, this time, even if I lose myself, I won't lose you again, Yan Shu, trust me, okay? "

There was always a voice in my heart telling me to trust him, so Zisang Yanshu nodded in a strange way.

The light blue eyes were clear and ignorant, staring at Ye Junche, seeing Ye Junche's heart fluttering, wishing to hug him tightly in his arms right now.

Having believed in this person, Zi Sang Yanshu no longer hid his thoughts, stretched out his hand and gently tugged at Ye Junche's sleeve, and whispered: "Then can I follow you, I don't want to go back to Go there, they are afraid of me, they will throw stones at me, and I dare not fight back when I hit me with a stick, I am afraid that if I get too strong, I will kill them..."

The appearance of pleading in a low voice, helpless and pitiful.

Ye Junche didn't want to let Zisang Yanshu go back to that place at first, and comforted him: "If you don't want to go back, then we won't go back. Now I'm living here to recuperate. When you recover from your injuries, I'll take you back Home, or wherever you want, okay?"

"Not good! Let's go now!" Zi Sang Yanshu immediately grabbed Ye Junche's sleeves, his body was trembling with fear, he keenly felt the dangerous aura approaching, "That terrible guy is here again, He's going to hit me again."