bookcurios Chapter 165 I’m late
Chapter 165 I’m late
Just when the two were ready for a do-or-die battle, suddenly their bodies were out of control, they flew backwards, and landed lightly next to the giant crocodile.
Before he could come to his senses, a huge sword beam appeared before his eyes. The nearest demon was cut in half by the sharp sword energy before he could even touch the sword beam, just like a piece of fragile paper, being split directly in half.
Then, the demons fell to the ground like cut wheat, without even having time to scream.
At this time, the sword light finally arrived, and with unparalleled momentum, it directly struck the ground, raising huge dust.
Chu Xinglan only felt his body relax, and the dazzling red light in front of his eyes disappeared, indicating that the formation was broken.
A familiar faint fragrance drifted to his nose with the wind, and Chu Xinglan's eyes instantly lit up with surprise.
"Master!"
"Master, you are here to save me!"
The dust in front of him seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind, revealing a huge gully on the ground. The corpses of the demons around him had been completely turned into powder and disappeared under the destruction of the sword light just now.
Chu Xinglan immediately saw Sang Yunqi putting away his sword not far away. He didn't care about anything else and ran towards him.
Sang Yunqi heard his voice and looked over. When he saw him running towards him, he had already landed on the ground, opened his arms, and looked at him with a smile.
Chu Xinglan rushed into his arms, hugged Sang Yunqi's waist tightly with both hands, and buried his face in his arms.
"Master~"
Sang Yunqi didn't mind the blood on his body. He put one arm around his waist and raised the other hand to rub his head soothingly.
"Master is late, and my little Xinglan has suffered."
While he held Chu Xinglan in his arms, spiritual power flowed into Chu Xinglan's body through his palms. He carefully checked his injuries, and only after confirming that there was nothing serious did he relax.
His heartbeat hadn't calmed down for a long time, and he felt an emotion he had never felt before. Now that he had relaxed, he realized that it was fear.
He didn't even dare to think about what would happen to him if something happened to Chu Xinglan.
Those demons were directly crushed to ashes because of his intention. That was the price they had to pay.
Chu Xinglan smelled the soothing fragrance on him, rubbed it lovingly again, then raised her head, her pair of red pupils sparkling with full of joy.
"Master is not late, he has arrived just in time."
Sang Yunqi chuckled, rubbed his furry head again, and explained in a serious tone.
"I was originally waiting for you in the square, but something unexpected happened. The head of the White Moon Pavilion was so angry that he showed signs of being possessed by a demon. Only I could handle this matter, so I returned to the back mountain."
"When I sensed that something had happened to you, I wanted to come find you, but the Demon Lord suddenly showed up and stopped me."
Of course, he heard what Fuwawa said to Chu Xinglan before. Although he saw that his little disciple had no intention of blaming him, he still took the initiative to say it out.
At least he had to let that evil-minded little monk know that he cared about his young disciple just as much as he did, and he should stop trying to sow discord between them in front of Xing Lan.
The lucky doll who was sitting on the ground to rest suddenly felt a chill on his back. He looked up and saw Sang Yunqi's cold gaze moving away from him.
"???"
Sang Yunqi looked at his little disciple tenderly again and coaxed him softly.
"I'll apply the medicine on you first, and then we can go home, okay?"
As he spoke, a jade bottle appeared in his hand, which was obviously medicine for wounds.
Chu Xinglan then reluctantly withdrew from his arms. Subconsciously, he lowered his head and saw that his master's robe, which was always clean and tidy, had been wrinkled by him and was covered with blood and dust.
He knew how much his master cared about his image, and for a moment he felt embarrassed and his face turned red.
"Master, I didn't mean to dirty your clothes. Take them off and change into new ones. I'll wash this one for you when I get back."
As he said that, he eagerly reached out to take Sang Yunqi's belt, wanting to help him take off his clothes, but when he saw that he had made the belt even dirtier, he stood there for a moment, at a loss as to what to do.
Sang Yunqi directly held his hands, raised them to his eyes and looked at them carefully. When he saw the knuckles still bleeding, he lowered his head and blew on them with heartache.
"Does it hurt?"
Chu Xinglan was stunned on the spot, his eyes wide open as he watched his gentle and cautious master lower his head and blow on him like he was coaxing a child.
It was as if those dirty and bloodstained hands were some rare treasure that had unexpectedly received the favor of the gods.
Chu Xinglan didn't dare to move at all. The gentle cool breeze seemed to blow directly into his body along the wound on his hand, and all the way into his heart.
Bang bang - bang bang -
He wanted to jump out and run in front of Sang Yunqi to show him his excited heart, but he lost control like a wild horse.
The rope that could hold it firmly was tied to the wrist of the big hand that was still gently holding his hands.
Chu Xinglan blinked, and his gaze fell on Sang Yunqi's drooping eyebrows and thick and long eyelashes. It was as if he saw a perfect work of art, and he described it carefully with obsession.
Sang Yunqi waited for a long time without getting a response. He raised his head in confusion and instantly met the burning gaze of his little disciple, which he had not yet retracted. The next second, panic appeared in those clear pupils, and he looked away as if fleeing in panic.
"No, it doesn't hurt. Master, I'll apply the medicine myself."
Chu Xinglan's head was still dizzy. The sudden eye contact just now made him stutter. He found a random excuse and wanted to leave quickly to calm down.
But his hand was still in Sang Yunqi's palm. When Sang Yunqi noticed Chu Xinglan's struggle, he gently applied force, and no matter how much Chu Xinglan struggled, it became in vain.
"Teacher, Master..."
Sang Yunqi pinched Chu Xinglan's wrists with one hand and gently lifted his chin with the other hand.
Chu Xinglan was forced to look into the pair of light-colored phoenix eyes that he had seen countless times.
Sang Yunqi's eyes are always indifferent and calm, and he only reveals his emotions in front of people close to him.
Chu Xinglan has seen many, gentle, playful, speechless, and smiling.
But this time he couldn't understand. Those light-colored pupils seemed to have a whirlpool left over from a storm. They looked at him seriously and intently, as if they wanted to follow their gaze to look into his heart and see through his deeply buried delusions.
Chu Xinglan was panic-stricken and yet couldn't help but become obsessed with it. His face turned red like a cooked shrimp.
Sang Yunqi raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and moved his handsome face in front of Chu Xinglan. He looked at him intently and asked softly.
"Xiao Xinglan looked at me like that just now, did you want to kiss me?"