It’s Not Easy Being a Master

Of course, in the end, Shen Zhixian couldn't hold the little hedgehog apprentice. He really hugged him. He was afraid that he would be stuck on the spot ...

He felt that he felt the small apprentice Shen Zhixuan lift the young boy's thin shirt with joy, and then his heart sank.

The wound was even worse than he thought.

The chill peculiar to the punishment whip lingered on the wound, and the blood was somberly and darkly piled up that it had never diverged, and looked extremely horrible.

The ointment was a common ointment at first glance, with a subtle taste and extremely poor effect. It was a thousand and eighty miles away from the first-class elixir he sent. About these days, Yan Jin used this ointment, so the wound was not good for a long time.

Shen Zhixian moistened the special medicine with gauze to clean the wound for him. As soon as she touched the skin, Yan Jin trembled slightly, her muscles tightened, her wounds were squeezed, and her blood flowed more happily.

Shen Zhixian patted his arm casually with the other hand, soothing: "Relax."

A piece of gauze soon became stained with blood. This wound was very painful to handle. Shen Zhixian was worried that Yan Jin could not stand it. She deliberately chatted and distracted him: "Where is Bud? Still hooking you? It's strange that this little guy is so close to you ..."

He spoke a few words before Yan Jin whispered "Um" slightly and cautiously, and his back was tighter.

Shen Zhixian: "..."

He confessed that he had worked very hard to spread goodwill! What the **** did the original body do! Force a good young man into this look!

Shen Zhixian was helpless, and was silent. Originally, he wanted to ask Yan Jin why he didn't use the elixir he sent. Now, thinking about it, he is afraid to use it.

I'm afraid he has fiddled.

Wrap the bandages round and round, and the last paragraph will go around to tie a knot. Shen Zhixian simply put the two bandages in his hand and tied him by himself, got up and cleaned his hands, flipped in the storage bag, and turned out Jin Jin's flowing cloud pattern band.

At this moment, Yan Jin had already tied the bandage in silence, and her proficiency was sad.

Shen Zhixian called "Ajin", took a deep breath, handed the flowing cloud pattern ribbon to the boy, solemnly said, "Sorry."

Yan Jin trembled when she saw the familiar ribbon, almost regaining her hand, and rummaged it again and again, and determined that it was the one she had lost. She was relieved in her heart, and then reacted after knowing it. Come here-what did Shen Zhixian say?

In the silence, Yan Jin tightly dragged the recovered ribbon, only feeling ridiculous.

Sorry.

Shen Zhixian was saying sorry to him.

What are you sorry about, are you sorry for all the past things, or are there new ways to torture people, or ...

Yan Jin turned her head and looked at Shen Zhixian. There was a slight irony in the bottom of the black eyes, which could not be seen without careful look. He whispered, "Master, have you been taken away?"

Shen Zhixian: "..."

Is the protagonist and the protagonist so keen!

He spoke hard to deny: "Looting? How could ..." He paused, and said positively: "I have been thinking a lot for the past few days. Many things in the past are indeed excessive for the teacher, and I will not be like this for future teachers. Now. "

He considers himself to be serious and sincere. He recently took the person down and thought about it again. He also retrieved the ribbon and delivered the medicine. He has been working hard to wash the white ...

But listening to his words, Yan Jin just picked up her shirt, put it on herself, and silently expressed his disbelief with silence.

Freezing three feet is not a day's cold, and thawing is not just a matter of a moment ... Shen Zhixuan comforted herself crazyly in her heart, so as to resist the urge to hug the boy for his forgiveness.

It doesn't matter, he still has help. In the more than one year that Yan Jin was accepted as an apprentice, the only thing that the original body has done is the Tibet Sword Pavilion. In most cases, the original body is indifferent and indulgent Yan Shen together with other young disciples to embarrass Yan Jin in trivial matters.

The most extreme and cruelest thing, the thing that broke Yan Jin's roots has not happened yet—Shen Zhixian remembered that that happened after Yan Jin thought about the cliff, but fortunately the original body was too late to make evil, and was worn by him Come over.

It's a good time, not to make things worse.

As soon as Shen Zhixian sighed quietly, she thought of the Tibetan sword Pavilion and had some headaches.

He has been paying attention to the Tibetan Sword Pavilion in the past few days. The tails of the people behind He Yanshen were gathered up too quickly and cleanly. Not long after he first arrived, he hadn't figured out the bottom of various people, and said that he wanted to re-examine them. Just talk about it.

This matter is doomed to come to nothing-at least not now.

Shen Zhixian felt that he was a scumbag, and just after he apologized, he had to tell others that I could not find out your grievances.

He hesitated to mention something vaguely, and Yan Jin immediately reacted and remained silent for a while, saying, "It doesn't matter if a disciple has a mean life, Master doesn't need to worry."

Shen Zhixian couldn't hear such arrogant words, and frowned, "Don't talk nonsense, you're fine."

"What is it?" The boy asked, with a slight irony under his eyes, wondering whether he was sarcastic or ridiculing himself.

Shen Zhixian was speechless for a while, but he was the protagonist, what is the protagonist, of course, whatever is the protagonist! Hair loss is also a treasure too!

Shen Zhixian paused for a moment. Yan Jin then stood up silently when he had nothing to say, and saluted him respectfully and respectfully.

Shen Zhixian reached out and dragged his arm subconsciously. Yan Jin kept quietly guarding him. He immediately responded, and stood sideways, Shen Zhixian only dragged to his sleeve.

The strength was confiscated, and even his collar was loosened, revealing the thin clavicle, with a delicate arc, which instantly attracted Shen Zhixian's sight.

Shen Zhixian: "..." He retracted his hand quickly, coughing as a cover, and blurted out in Yan Jin's silent gaze, "Hello ... good-looking."

Yan Jin: "..."

Yan Jin: "?"

He froze for a moment, then left the door without looking back.

Shen Zhixian ... Shen Zhixian felt the old face flushed, she just wanted to get to the bottom of the bed and pretend not to die.

He watched Yan Jin go out, helped him, and added vaguely: "Come here at night ..." Before he finished speaking, he saw that Yan Jin's steps were a little faster, and he disappeared with a stun.

"... Change the medicine again." He finished slowly and sighed.

The young disciples who were arrested for their work were very clumsy, and quickly packed up the small empty house. When they were about to come and look for Shen Zhixuan to return, they saw Yan Jin step out of Shen Zhixian's house.

His clothes were disheveled and his face pale, and one of the little disciples easily saw the tip of his slightly reddish ears.

Little disciple: "... Ah?"

The two young disciples that Shen Zhixian came up with this time are new to the beginning, and they are very curious about everything. They didn't know much about the contradiction between their master and apprentice, and the heart of the gossip contaminated by the secular world was still alive.

Watching Yan Jin enter the room without saying a word or returning, the two young disciples looked at each other, and both showed a curious look.