Dragon King relies on green tea

Being reminded like this, Zi Sang Yanshu couldn't help but think of the spiritual practice that night, he stopped what he was doing immediately, then pulled the quilt and quietly shrank to a corner of the bed to lie down.

Ye Junche was actually amused by this move, and immediately lay down on the side, put his arms in his arms, and whispered in his ear: "This kind of Yanshu is very cute, and the Yanshu with teeth and claws is also very cute, Yanshu How many faces are there?"

"I don't know." Zi Sang Yanshu didn't even bother to open his eyes, and replied muffledly, "If you want to know, young master, just look at it slowly."

When he woke up in the morning, Ye Junche was no longer by his side, and there was still residual warmth in the quilt. He should have left not long ago.

Zisang Yanshu sat up, and a movement caused a sharp pain from the wounds on his body. These wounds were fatal, but they were very difficult to entangle with the devilish energy.

Coupled with the fact that the demon energy is getting more and more restless now, and there are more and more voices in the ear, even if you want to be quiet, it is difficult to find a moment of peace.

Zi Sang Yanshu randomly asked someone where Ye Junche was, and the person only said that he was in Ye Xingyue's battalion commander, discussing with the prince about returning to the capital.

"It's him again."

Zi Sang Yanshu sneered in his heart. It was obvious that he felt uncomfortable when the prince was mentioned, but he didn't react too much.

Zi Sang Yanshu also knew that this is the human world, and there are many trivial matters in the human world, plus such a big event between the two cities, he needs to go back to Lidu to report to the emperor in the human world.

Since no one was there, Zisang Yanshu found a cool place to sit, and the camp would not be quiet this time around.

It's just because Lord Dragon King chose the place that Ye Xingyue made to open a pond in the backyard, sitting against the railing of the pavilion, with his eyes closed and resting his mind.

Once he sat like this, the maids and boys became restless.

A group of people gathered around on the other side of the pond, chattering and discussing.

Maid A: "Mr. Zisang doesn't sleep in the room. He sleeps on the railing. If we accidentally fall into the water, our lives will be ruined."

Boy A: "There is nothing we can do, he is cold and cold, and we will go up to persuade him and ignore him, so what should we do?"

A group of people surrounded the pond, not daring to approach the pavilion in the middle of the pond.

It's really because Zisang Yanshu's performance is too cold, with a look of avoiding strangers, which really makes the servants dare not approach.

However, this icy god was leaning against the small railing and sleeping leisurely on it, feeling that the wind could blow him down.

Can a group of maidservants not be in a hurry?

When Ye Junche came back from Ye Xingyue's camp, he saw a group of servants gathered around the pond.

"Don't you all have to work? What are you all doing here?"

Ye Junche was dissatisfied, thinking that the maids and servants thought that Zisang Yanshu was outstanding, so they gathered around here to look at the scenery.

Then the little maid stepped forward and explained: "Reporting to Second Young Master, Mr. Zisang is resting on the railing, and the slaves are worried that Mr. will fall into the pond, and the slaves will inevitably be punished."

Ye Junche couldn't laugh or cry when he heard it, and waved his hands: "You all go down to work, just leave Mr. Zisang's affairs to me."

With the master in charge, the servants dispersed with peace of mind.

Ye Junche walked into the pavilion and saw that Zisang Yanshu was still resting with his eyes closed, and he didn't make a sound to disturb him, so he just sat beside him and watched quietly.

But when Ye Junche was sitting beside him, Zisang Yanshu had already woken up a little, but he didn't have the strength to move at all at this moment, and sat leaning against the railing, saying he was awake or not, and he was not awake at all.

At this moment, he didn't have any strength in his body. After struggling for a long time, he could barely move his fingers, and finally he had to give up.

"Ache, my hands are cold."

Without strength, his voice was so soft that it seemed like a gust of wind was blowing into Ye Junche's ears. Fortunately, he was paying attention to Zisang Yanshu all the time, otherwise such a soft voice would have been impossible to hear.

Ye Junche's son Sang Yanshu put the cold hands in his palms to warm them up, and said to him: "Why don't you sleep in the house? Look at you scaring a group of servants. They are afraid that if you don't pay attention, they will fall into the water." go."

Zisang Yanshu didn't even open his eyes, and said angrily, "I am a dragon, so I naturally like places with water. Here, there is wind and water, so I can sit more comfortably."

After a pause, Zisang Yanshu continued: "My ears are buzzing non-stop. There is wind here, and I can hear it comfortably."

Ye Junche naturally also knew what the buzzing sound Zi Sang Yanshu was talking about, and he had already haggarded like this after only one night, and it was conceivable that the demonic energy couldn't be held back.

Nuannuan's spiritual power circulated in Zisang Yanshu's body, and Ye Junche was silent for a long time before saying, "How can I get the god to come back?"

These evil spirits have been entangled with Zisang Yanshu, and now Ye Junche doesn't know what to do.

However, if the god is there, he will definitely have a way.

Even at that time, maybe his consciousness will disappear, maybe he will not exist, and if the magic energy can disappear, then it doesn't seem to matter whether he is there or not.

At this time, Zisang Yanshu opened his eyes, looked at Ye Junche with a thin layer of mist, and said in a weak voice: "I haven't even found the remnant soul, and I don't know how to get him back. "

His voice was so weak that he moved a little, the wound on his shoulder had already started to ooze blood, the snow-white clothes were immediately stained with a dazzling light blue, and the dragon horn on his forehead also faintly swayed. Twice, almost visible.

It wasn't that serious yesterday, and this night, I don't know how Zisang Yanshu suppressed the demonic energy.

"I'll take you to change the medicine." Ye Junche let go of Zisang Yanshu's hand, and was about to get up and carry him back to his room.

"Ache..." Zisang Yanshu called softly, reaching out to hold his hand, he had no strength, so his movements were very light, "It's nothing, I just used these wounds to force out a little devilish energy, Forced out, I will be quieter, you let me lie down again."

Sang Yanshu couldn't get all the devilish energy out, but he could still draw out part of the wounds on his body and use his own spiritual power to remove the devilish energy.

Then Ye Junche stopped making any noise, and took Zisang Yanshu's hand to blow the wind by the pool, feeling the coolness of the autumn breeze.

Zi Sang Yanshu, who was injured, was drowsy, and was about to fall asleep after only a few words. Ye Junche asked the servant to bring a reclining chair, and spread a soft mattress on it.

After finishing all this, he put one arm around Zisang Yanshu's shoulders, one hand around his knees, and gently hugged him off the railing. Zisang Yanshu was also very obedient, very obedient and motionless, and Ye Junche let him Put it on the recliner.

Zi Sang Yanshu was really tired, even holding Ye Junche's hand seemed weak.

Zi Sang Yanshu, who was lying asleep on the recliner, let go of all his indifference, how cold he was when he was lying on the railing, and how gentle he was at this moment.