MTL - Xianzun is Collapsing Every Day-Chapter 16 whose crisis

Ye Tingjiang opened his eyes slowly, across the water vapor, the young man's face was pale, blood was still on the corners of his lips, and the front of his clothes was stained with bright red, making him look thinner and more fragile.

If it wasn't for Fuyan's "Xianjun" to wake him up in time, the powerful spiritual pressure would probably kill the young man on the spot.

Ye Tingjiang's eyes darkened slightly, and his voice was lower than usual when he spoke: "Why are you here?"

Although the coercion had been removed, the stagnant feeling in Mu Chuihan's chest was still there, he adjusted his breathing for half a day, barely showing a weak smile, and said intermittently: "I thought that there is no restriction at the door, so it is possible to enter. …”

Who knows that I almost gave my life here just now!

Otherwise, if someone knew, the incarnation of Immortal Venerable Yuelin was crushed to death by spiritual force because he tried to peep at a man who failed to take a bath, and it was rumored that the world of comprehension could laugh for hundreds of years.

As expected of Mr. Tingyun, such a dangerous man!

Ye Tingjiang had changed into neat black clothes, and the spiritual bath had disappeared. He returned to his usual indifferent expression, and said, "It's really because I was thinking about it. Usually, it's just me and Xiaoyou on this peak. I didn't expect you to come."

He raised his hand slightly, and the spiritual energy that came this time was as gentle as a spring breeze. Suddenly, Mu Chuihan felt much better.

Mu Chuihan wiped the blood from his lips with his sleeve, and his life was guaranteed. He began to wonder about things he shouldn't be curious about: "What about the former outer disciples?"

Wouldn't Ting Yun-jun see each other and fight each other?

Ye Tingjiang paused: "They usually don't approach me."

The implication is that he is the only one who dares to disturb him when he has nothing to do.

Mu Chuihan smiled awkwardly: "Xianjun, I originally wanted to bring you dinner."

Ye Tingjiang said: "No need, I have been inedible for a long time."

Mu Chuihan's face turned white again, he covered his chest and coughed twice, his eyes lowered, and he whispered, "I don't know, I didn't mean to disturb Xianjun, and I didn't mean to see you..."

He bit his lip, as if he didn't dare to speak.

I was very excited in my heart. Although it was barely visible just now, I was sure that Ting Yun-Jun was in really good shape.

Ye Tingjiang subconsciously folded the placket of his clothes, and then said: "Inadvertent loss, don't need to mention it."

Mu Chuihan felt Ye Tingjiang's embarrassment beyond words, so he obediently changed the subject, staring at Ye Tingjiang, full of expectations: "Then Xianjun, would you like to try my cooking? I'm at the outer door. I heard that these ingredients containing spiritual energy can also be eaten by people who are inedible."

Every word he said was careful, and there were blood stains on his sleeves and collar, always reminding Ye Tingjiang what he had done to this powerless young man just now.

Ye Tingjiang couldn't bear it, so he also took a step back: "Okay."

Mu Chuihan immediately burst into a bright smile and returned to the table excitedly.

But after a long time, the long-standing food has lost its heat, and the mouth-watering aroma has dissipated.

He showed disappointment: "Xianjun, it's cold... Why don't I do it again."

"It's okay." Ye Tingjiang stopped him, picked up a piece of lotus root with chopsticks, chewed it for a while, and said, "It tastes good."

"Really?" Mu Chuihan immediately climbed up the pole: "I'll do it for Xianjun every day from now on!"

"That's not necessary." Ye Tingjiang said, "I'm used to fasting."

"Then how?" Mu Chuihan tried to instill his own delusions: "Cultivators are also human beings, doesn't Xianjun hurt himself like this?"

Ye Tingjiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He originally wanted to explain that this was just a habit of his own cultivation, but after thinking about it, he said in another sentence: "Fuyan, in fact, I just met today. I'm very happy that you can let go of your guard and show your originality in front of me. temperament."

He was obviously referring to Mu Chuihan's unintentional revealing of his true feelings when he scolded the kitten.

Mu Chuihan froze: "I am now too?"

Ye Tingjiang shook his head and said, "No, you are trying to please me."

Mu Chuihan: "…"

Ting Yunjun is very sensitive at this time.

Ye Tingjiang said: "I told you long ago, just be yourself. You don't have to think about me, you don't have to cook for me, and I don't need it."

Although Mu Chuihan did approach Ye Tingjiang purposefully, he would never admit it. He immediately said solemnly: "No, the way I am in front of Xianjun is sincere. Because Xianjun has recreated me, I want to be good to Xianjun."

If Xianjun agrees, he wants to be better.

Ye Tingjiang opened his mouth, as if to refute his words. Mu Chuihan's reaction was much quicker at this time, he covered his lips with his sleeves, and another low cough drowned out Ye Tingjiang's voice.

After coughing, he was a little weaker, and his eyes glowed with water: "Xianjun, do you want to try this asparagus again?"

Don't talk, just eat.

Ye Tingjiang was stunned for a moment, and finally he heard Mu Chuihan's words, and he really picked up a piece of asparagus. For the next time, the two of them were silent in tacit understanding, and they just had a meal like this.

From the outside, it seems to be quite a warm scene.

Almost all of Ye Tingjiang's dishes were bland, and Mu Chuihan took down his taste and solved all the spicy dishes on the other side.

Of course, when eating, I still take small sips, try to maintain the image that I have little left, and turn my head and cough a few times from time to time.

Ye Tingjiang finally put down his chopsticks, and Mu Chuihan, who had been paying attention to his movements, immediately stopped and sat upright.

Ye Tingjiang considered it for a long time and asked, "Is the injury just now serious?"

good guy! Mu Chuihan was ecstatic in his heart, Ye Tingjiang was obviously guilty!

"It's okay." Mu Chuihan said softly, "The pain is gone, it should be fine."

"Should", "Nothing", each word contains an indeterminate connotation. Rounding up is "I have a big business, come and take care of me".

Ye Tingjiang really took the bait and frowned: "Why do you always cough when you're fine?"

Mu Chuihan insisted, "It will be fine in a few days."

In fact, half of the cough was faked by him, and the other half was indeed the sequelae just now. Ye Tingjiang's spiritual pressure was aggressive, and it was late to stop. Although he was healed by his spiritual power later, Ye Tingjiang was not a medical practitioner after all, and his ability to beat people was still much better than that of curing people.

Ye Tingjiang disagreed: "Linxianzong does not lack medical training, I will find someone to show you now."

"No, Xianjun..." Mu Chuihan seemed to be in a hurry, and pulled Ye Tingjiang's sleeve: "I'm afraid the doctor will diagnose my constitution..."

Ye Tingjiang also immediately thought that he was almost reckless and looked ashamed again.

With this expression in his arms, he pushed the boat along the river: "Xianjun, I will cultivate for a few days."

In this way, the injury will heal slowly, and Jun Tingyun will come to see him every day.

"Alright." Ye Tingjiang nodded: "I will find nourishing herbs for you, just rest in your room these few days."

Mu Chuihan nodded obediently.

Ye Tingjiang didn't want the wounded to clean up the dishes either, so he used a cleaning spell himself, and the dishes were as clean as new.

Mu Chuihan's eyes widened at the right time: "Xianjun is amazing!"

At this moment, Ye Tingjiang is much gentler than before: "You cultivate well, these are not difficult."

"En." Mu Chuihan nodded cheerfully, and his quick movements brought out a few muffled coughs. He smiled and said, "As long as Xianjun is willing to teach me!"

Ye Tingjiang smiled helplessly, sent him back to the room, and turned away by himself.

Considering Mu Chuihan's injury, he didn't even delve into why he could live so close to him.

As soon as Ye Tingjiang closed the door and left, the bright smile on Mu Chuihan's face gradually subsided.

He lay down on the bed, brooding over the roof with his arms on his back.

His injuries were only minor injuries in the final analysis. The various injuries he encountered during his ontology cultivation had been numerous, and he did not take it to heart.

What really deserves attention is Ye Tingjiang.

A cultivator who asked about his state of mind, why did he not notice when he invaded the room, and did not release the spiritual pressure until he stood there for a long time? Almost never got it back.

She was still wearing middle clothes in the spiritual bath, and without the ridiculous reason of defending herself, at least she couldn't be bathing.

Mu Chuihan had not forgotten Ye Tingjiang's meditation posture at that time.

He could conclude that the crisis Ye Tingjiang was facing now was ten thousand times more dangerous than him.