This host can deal with it, let her be a villain, she really does

Chapter 112: Passionate but always ruthless, I just feel like I can’t laugh (30)

"Master, please come back."

Although the fairy doctor is a doctor, he never saves people easily, but he is not bad-hearted at all. Even if someone is about to die in front of him, he will not save him as long as he is in a bad mood.

As a doctor, he does not have a compassionate heart, but is as cold as iron.

The white figure standing at the door did not leave. She bowed slowly, and her clear voice was like sparkling spring water.

"I'm here to ask for some medicine."

Changsheng didn't want to hear it. He turned his back to the door and poured a cup of tea in a leisurely manner. The rising white mist made his gentle and elegant face not very clear.

He chuckled softly when he heard this, "What medicine do you want?"

"Resurrection from the dead."

The man seemed to have understood this answer a long time ago, and he was not surprised. A slender and clean hand stretched out from the wide sleeves and pulled the robe that was about to slide off.

He calmly dusted off his clothes.

He looked very young, with an elegant temperament all over his body, his eyebrows were gentle and calm, and he slowly said: "I have never had any medicine to bring the dead back to life. Don't you know that people can't be resurrected after death?"

The thin and thin body of the man in white at the door looked fragile. Wrapped in plain white clothes, his skin was extremely pale and bloodless.

She seemed to know that the man would speak like this, her eyebrows seemed to be soaked in spring ice, "I know there is a fairy doctor, but I don't want to give him."

This person is quite honest and can't say anything nice. He is really not lovable at all.

The man snorted coldly and placed the tea cup heavily on the table, "No, it means no. Please leave young master quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

After saying that, he went straight into the house without even looking at the white figure at the door.

The child was also in a dilemma: "Immortal, don't be sad...I will live forever..."

"Yao'er, come in!"

A man's voice came from inside the room, and the child shut up instantly, glanced at Shen Yue longingly, and then closed the door with great reluctance.

Shen Yue was not discouraged, because the fairy doctor's temperament was very weird to begin with, and she didn't think she could convince him to give her the medicine with just one or two words.

Changsheng originally thought that the person at the door would give up, but he never thought that the person at the door had been standing quietly at the door. He had gone out to collect herbs in the morning, and the white figure was there. When he returned to the wooden house at sunset,

Then the white figure is still there.

It lasted for several days, and the white figure was neither noisy nor fussy. It just stood there quietly, like a ball of fluff that dispersed at the touch of a touch. It was not very clear in the white mist.

Yao'er held her rice bowl in her arms, took a mouthful of rice, and kept glancing toward the door from the corner of her eye.

"Changsheng, that immortal has been standing at the door for many days. Let's invite her to come in and sit."

Changsheng remained unmoved, "Do you want to go out and accompany her?"

The child felt that it was not impossible. Just when he was about to nod softly and agree, he met the man's cold and indifferent eyes. He shrank his neck instantly, did not dare to speak anymore, and ate obediently.

Changsheng raised her eyes and saw the white color in the corner of the window. She had been standing there for many days.

In the middle of the night, heavy rain poured down from the sky, and in an instant, the mountains and fields turned into a vast expanse of white.

The rainstorm was falling crazily, and the rumbling thunder was deafening.

The wind roared, streaks of lightning pierced the dark night, and the dull thunder sounded like the roar of a cannon.

When Changsheng was closing the window, he saw the white figure still standing stupidly at the door, not knowing where to find a place to hide from the rain.

He thought coldly, what does it have to do with him whether this person is dead or alive?

The window was closed, and the rain outside the window became heavier and heavier. The rain splashed on the eaves and the ground, and there was a crisp crackling sound. After a while, the wooden door was pushed open, and a tall man walked out holding an umbrella.

When he walked in, he saw the face of the man in white clearly.

This was the first time he saw Shen Yue's face. Before, he had always seen it from a short distance, and the fog in the mountains was very thick, so he couldn't see it very clearly.

Only now did he realize that Shen Yue's eyes were covered with a piece of white cloth, blocking the raindrops, and she raised her face in confusion.

The hem of the clothes was splashed by the rain and was stained with water. The white color was no longer there, as if it was stained.

His eyebrows are like ice, snow and cold jade, and he seems aloof and indifferent, but at this moment, his confused appearance adds a softness, just like the white camellia on the branches under the moonlight, fresh and refined.

"Fairy doctor..."

She spoke uncertainly.

Changsheng squeezed the umbrella frame in his hand tightly, and his voice sounded unhappy and angry: "You don't have to use the bitter trick in front of me. I hate this kind of trick."

Shen Yue pursed her bright red lips, her extremely white skin exuded a cold air, she lowered her head slightly and said nothing, and her eyes were covered with white cloth, making her look as fragile as delicate jade.

Changsheng originally just wanted to say a few harsh words and drive this person away, but now seeing how pitiful this person looked, he actually softened his heart unconsciously.

His fingers clenched and unclenched, and then tightened again, and then finally decided, "Come in with me."

Shen Yue was stunned for a moment, then followed the man slowly.

It was very warm inside the house, the lights were bright, and there was still rainwater dripping on the hem of her clothes on the clean wooden boards.

This made her stop and took a look behind her, which was full of wet shoe prints.

Changsheng didn't hear the footsteps behind him, and looked back in confusion. The white figure was still standing stupidly behind, with a few strands of wet hair stuck to her face, which made her face even more pale, almost... Pathologically transparent.

"What are you doing standing there stupidly?" Changsheng asked.

Shen Yue hesitated for the first time. Her toes were together and there was still rain on her cheeks. She did look a bit embarrassed.

"I, I'm dirty, just stand here."

Changsheng felt a little complicated when he heard this. He walked directly to Shen Yue's side. A hot, warm and aggressive aura hit him, and the next second his wrist was easily wrapped by a big dry hand.

The man next to his ear sighed leisurely, lowered his eyelashes, and said softly: "You come in when I tell you to come in, why do you talk so much?"

Shen Yue was led by him obediently. Changsheng took out some plain white clothes from the closet that he didn't wear often and handed them to Shen Yue who was all wet.

"Let's change into clean clothes first."

Changsheng took a medical book and sat aside to read it.

Shen Yue took it and waited for a while, but found that the man had no intention of going out at all, and couldn't help but feel confused.

Changsheng had been paying attention to Shen Yue's movements. He couldn't help but feel confused when he didn't hear the sound of changing clothes for a long time. He turned around and saw Shen Yue just holding the clothes blankly, standing at a loss, with clear eyes and clear lips. The color is extremely red, as if she has secretly applied rouge.

(End of chapter)