Xianzun is Collapsing Every Day - Chapter 18

sweet?

Ye Tingjiang has lived for so long, and it seems that this is the first time someone has asked him such a question.

The sweet scent of sweet-scented osmanthus melts between the teeth, and the soft touch of the boy’s fingers caressing his lips…

Admittedly, it doesn’t taste bad.

Ye Tingjiang nodded: “Sweet.”

Mu Chuihan smiled and rolled his eyes, poured another handful of candy into his palm, and handed it out: “Xianjun, here it is.”

Using the candy Ye Tingjiang gave him, and then giving it to Ye Tingjiang, Mu Chuihan would like to call it a white wolf with empty gloves.

Ye Tingjiang said: “You keep it, and you have to drink the medicine.”

So Mu Chuihan threw all the sugar back, and complained, “Xianjun, I don’t want to eat bigu pills.”

“I don’t know how to cook.” Ye Tingjiang finally saw his intention and simply refused.

Mu Chuihan was heartbroken and dejected: “Well, I really shouldn’t embarrass Xianjun… How can someone like me say that they want a hot meal?”

Ye Tingjiang actually understood that he was not really sad about his life, but in the end he was still sympathetic to the patient and compromised: “I will find someone to deliver the meal to Xuefeng.”

“Wow, thank you Xianjun!” Mu Chuihan smiled instantly, and at the end of the laugh he pretended to cough twice: “Xianjun is so kind to me!”

Ye Tingjiang heard it really, and he began to think about the little things he had spent with Fuyan in the past two days.

Since he set foot on the road of immortality, when has he been so close to someone he has only known for a few days?

Teenagers are crossing the line. Unlike other disciples, Fuyan did not have that respect or fear towards him, but instead tried to get closer to him every day.

Although Ye Tingjiang is used to living alone, he is not a fool. He could realize that the boy was taking advantage of the injury and continued to approach him step by step.

Ye Tingjiang didn’t really like that kind of relationship. His heart is full of kendo, and love affairs are completely ignored.

But he hurts people, and he has absolutely no way of rejecting this young man whose mind is obviously not so pure.

Ye Tingjiang thought for a moment, but still felt that he needed to keep a distance from Fuyan.

What’s more, Fuyan is still the body of the five yin fusion heart, he should be more restrained and respectful.

How could Mu Chuihan calculate what Ye Tingjiang was thinking. He just lay happily on the bed, basking in the good sun, and spent the afternoon lazily.

In the evening, Jun Tingyun brought him dinner.

Although it is Ting Yunjun’s character, 80% of it is some kind of stir-fried vegetables. But he doesn’t insist on big fish and meat, and some are very satisfied.

Mu Chuihan just waited until dinner time.

To his surprise, the food served by Ye Tingjiang was quite plentiful.

In addition to the boiled vegetables and a cup of tonic soup he expected, there were also several carefully cooked meat dishes, braised pork, shrimp, and even a small plate of spicy chicken on the corner!

Mu Chuihan stared at the plate of chicken and swallowed.

Ye Tingjiang said: “I saw that you liked spicy food that day, but now that you are recovering from your injury, you can just taste it, and you can’t eat more.”

Mu Chuihan nodded again and again, and once again sincerely praised: “Xianjun, you are so kind to me!”

Ye Tingjiang heard this again, but took a step back.

Mu Chuihan already had the self-consciousness of being fed, and half sat on the bed and opened his mouth: “Ah—”

A spoonful of rice went into his mouth.

Mu Chuihan chewed, and suddenly opened his eyes.

Ting Yunjun took two or three steps away from the bed, without picking up the spoon at all!

He swallowed the food in his mouth, and then saw the spoon rise into the air again, scooping a mouthful of rice, mixed with gravy and a vegetable leaf, and finally slowly stopped in front of his face.

Mu Chuihan opened his mouth wide in surprise, and the spoon brought the rice all of a sudden.

Mu Chuihan: “Wu u u uh…”

He really wanted to ask Ye Tingjiang what was going on, but he could only try to solve the food in his mouth.

Unfortunately, just after swallowing, a mouth wanted to speak, and the spoon immediately sent new food.

Delicious and delicious.

But what happened to Mr. Tingyun! Do you have to use magic even to eat a meal now?

He wasn’t worth feeding by Jun Yunjun himself, was he?

Although Mu Chuihan was eating, he kept looking at Ye Tingjiang who was standing not far away, looking like he was wronged.

After staring at him for a long time, Ye Tingjiang finally explained: “It’s more convenient, right?”

Mu Chuihan scolded his stomach, it’s convenient, where is it convenient? Didn’t you see that he was almost choked to death?

Just thinking about this, the spoon and the soup cup flew up together, and began to feed him soup as if he had spirituality.

Mu Chuihan was stunned. Wasn’t Tingyun Jun avenging himself for feeding him candy in the morning?

Obviously this person himself said sweet!

With the seamless feeding of the spoon, the meal ends quickly.

Ye Tingjiang said: “It seems that this is not bad.”

Mu Chuihan was pitiful and finally able to speak: “Xianjun, this is a bit scary to me. You know that I grew up in this world, and I have never seen such a battle…”

“You will get used to it in the future.” Ye Tingjiang comforted: “If you want to stay in the world of immortals, these are the most basic spells.”

Mu Chuihan was crying, but Ye Tingjiang couldn’t pick out the slightest mistake. Using spells or feeding them by hand actually had no effect on his injury. He can’t continue to sell poor.

Before staying in bed for a few days, Jun Ting Yun actually thought of such a way to deal with him.

In the next few days, Ye Tingjiang delivered food and medicine as usual, but unfortunately there was no longer the treatment of feeding him by himself.

Moreover, his spells have become more and more skillful, and he is very handy in feeding meals with a spoon, so there is no room for Mu Chuihan to be arrogant and arrogant.

Mu Chuihan had no choice but to obediently recuperate from the injury, so that he could quickly get better before he could take the initiative to approach Jun Tingyun.

Ye Tingjiang gave him the best elixir, no matter how badly he was injured, it would get better after five or six days.

Mu Chuihan recovered very quickly, feeling that it was time to get out of bed and act as a demon again.

In the middle of the night, he didn’t fall asleep.

He and Xiaoyou went out to flutter butterflies all day, and then Feifei, who had just finished eating the grilled fish, crept in and found that his owner was still awake, and stood up in surprise.

Mu Chuihan made a sound, faintly resembling a deep-dwelling resentful woman: “Feifei, tell me, what should I do next?”

Fei Fei licked the fur on her body, coiled herself comfortably into a cat ball, and asked, “What do you want, do you want to take Ting Yun Jun as your teacher?”

“It can be said that.” Mu Chuihan said inscrutable: “But apprenticeship is not the purpose, it is the process.”

Piao Piao said blankly, “Human, what do you mean?”

Mu Chuihan laughed soberly: “Can’t you see that I like Lord Tingyun?”

The cat dumpling exploded.

Fei Fei condemned with all her strength: “You, you, how can you attack Xiaoyou’s master!”

Mu Chuihan said strangely: “Tsk, you haven’t seen each other for a few days, and your relationship is so good.”

Aojiao turned his head: “Anyway, don’t act rashly.”

Mu Chuihan explained seriously: “No, I have a physique, so I won’t take advantage of Tingyun-jun, it’s obviously a huge benefit for him.”

Feifei leaned back vigilantly: “What is the physique of the furnace? Does it mean that people are particularly bad?”

Mu Chuihan grabbed Feifei by the neck and lifted him up, rubbing it comfortably, and calmly threatening: “If you say that, I will tell Jun Tingyun that you are not a gangster. , but it’s overwhelmed.”

Feifei was strangled by the throat of fate, struggled for a moment, gave in instantly, and made up her mind seriously: “I heard from Xiaoyou that Lord Tingyun is obsessed with kendo, you can also pretend that you like swords very much.”

Mu Chuihan listened to Fei Fei’s rare useful words, so he put it down and watched it shrink to the corner of the wall.

Like swords? There is no need to pretend, he can sit with Ye Tingjiang on swordsmanship for three days and three nights.

But let’s not say that it’s not appropriate to do so in this current status. Even if it is really appropriate, Ye Tingjiang probably regards him as a good partner in kendo practice as soon as he comes and goes, and it also prevents the possibility of developing a trace of ambiguity.

Mu Chuihan pondered for a moment and had an idea in his heart.

In the early morning of the next day, Ye Tingjiang had just stepped out of the room when he unexpectedly saw the teenager who had been recovering from his injuries appearing outside the door.

Fuyan was holding a wooden sword of an outer disciple, facing the morning sun, trying hard to practice the entry-level swordsmanship of Linxian Sect.

Just before he made a few moves, he stopped, as if he couldn’t remember what the next move was, and the whole figure froze in place, not even seeing Ye Tingjiang coming.

Ye Tingjiang couldn’t help but stepped forward and said softly, “The sword is free to move.”

Then hold the boy’s hand and hold up a sword flower.

The morning glow sprinkled the ground with broken gold, and in the empty courtyard, there were two figures.