Before Xianyan Xianzun finished speaking, Wenrenxian had disappeared. He was not the type to avoid trouble, but he couldn't figure out what to do for the moment.
I'm afraid I can only do as Xianyan Xianzun said and don't care about it for now, but if Shui Miaomiao brings it up, what will I do?
allow?
The Hidden Immortal Sword held tightly in his hand trembled and made a slight sound, which was the reluctance deep in Wen Renxian's heart to face...
I always felt that the way my junior uncle looked at me was wrong at the end, but Xianyan Xianzun didn't know what was wrong. It must have been too long since my junior uncle cared about him, so he became suspicious.
After adjusting his mentality, Xianyan Immortal Lord looked to the side, Mu Cang, who had been silent except for laughing just now and demolishing himself.
Why do I suddenly feel like I have to take care of another child?
"Follow me."
Immortal Master Xianyan was going to ask Siyu to check Mu Cang's physical condition first.
After all, looking at the current situation, Wen Renxian's injury could not be treated in a day or two, and he had to find a place for him to stay first.
Although there is an empty house on the leeward cliff of Tianyuan Peak, Xianyan Immortal Lord cannot safely place Mu Cang on Tianyuan Peak.
Mu Cang seemed very well-behaved throughout the whole process, following Xianyan Immortal without asking any questions, just like a walking zombie...
While sleeping in a daze, Shui Miaomiao felt a little thirsty. She nudged Jiuchengqiu and said vaguely, "Pour me a glass of water."
But no one responded.
Shui Miaomiao pushed hard again. Jiuchengqiu was shaken by the push, but he remained firm and unwavering, as if he didn't hear Shui Miaomiao's words and didn't look sideways.
Only when the movements of Shui Miaomiao's hands became larger and larger, and he accidentally touched places that he shouldn't touch, Jiuchengqiu had no choice but to grab Shui Miaomiao's wrist, put it into the quilt, and said in a stiff tone, " If you wake up, get up quickly."
Although Jiuzhongqiu said so, the movements of his hands were completely opposite, tucking the quilt tightly.
Shui Miaomiao wrinkled her little face and cursed in her heart. Nine-fold revenge was really hopeless. She had good intentions to cultivate feelings, but she was so perfunctory.
Shui Miaomiao is not awake yet, so don't expect her to have any sense. She is sitting on the couch and saying in a coquettish tone, "I don't want it! I can't afford it! I want to drink water!"
'Click'
There was a sound like breaking porcelain, and Shui Miaomiao's heart thumped. Did she fracture the Jiuzhongqiu Gong? It's a bit too crispy.
Shui Miaomiao tried hard to open her sleepy eyes to see what happened.
"water."
After finally pouring himself some water, Shui Miaomiao stretched out his hand in search of a voice. No, Jiuchengqiu poured himself some water. Then what was he pillowing on now?
And the voice was wrong, it was so gentle and sweet.
Shui Miaomiao instantly opened her eyes, which seemed to be stuck with glue, and sat up, "Wen Ren? Master!"
Shui Miaomiao hurriedly changed her words. She was really a fairy. When she heard the voice, Shui Miaomiao guessed this and almost called him by his first name.
Wen Renxian didn't care, smiled slightly, stood by the couch and handed the teacup, "Aren't you thirsty?"
"Ah, oh, well, thank you, Master." Shui Miaomiao took the cup and took a small sip. He glanced at Nine Chou from the corner of his eye and winked desperately.
what happened? When did my master come?
He arrived a long time ago, and only a quarter of an hour after Shui Miaomiao fell asleep, Wen Renxian came gracefully with his long legs.
Jiuchengqiu's first reaction was to wake up Shui Miaomiao, but was stopped by Wen Renxian.
After staring at Shui Miaomiao's sweet sleeping face hidden under the quilt for about ten seconds, Wen Renxian turned around and sat down at the table, and then the two of them started a wonderful conversation with their eyes wide open.
To put it simply, Wen Renxian asked about the cultivation of Ninefold Chou, and said with an expressionless face that if you encounter any difficulties or don't understand anything, you can go to him and he will be happy to answer your questions.
Is it true? Jiucheng Chou couldn't believe it. After all, every time Shui Miaomiao turned over or rubbed against him, Wen Renxian's face would darken significantly.
That was probably it. From day to night, the two of them talked without any trouble. Nine Chou actually raised several questions about cultivation, and Wen Renxian also answered them in detail.
But the atmosphere in the room could not get high no matter what. It was depressing, like a serious academic seminar, which lasted until Shui Miaomiao was thirsty and half asleep, pushing and shoving the Nine Fateful Enemy.
The voice was very low at first, but it was just a whisper, and Wen Renxian didn't hear it clearly. It was only the rejection of Jiuchengqiu that aroused Shui Miaomiao's rebellion.
With a delicate "I don't want it", Wen Renxian crushed the teacup he had been playing with. He had never heard Shui Miaomiao's tone of voice.
It's arrogant, but it doesn't make people feel disgusted at all. On the contrary, the lingering tail note is so tingling that it makes people feel uplifted, and their hearts seem to drop.
As Shui Miaomiao's master, Wen Renxian is unlikely to see Shui Miaomiao sleeping in a daze.
Suddenly, Wen Renxian began to hate this identity. In his mind, his master was someone closer than his parents.
But now he just wanted to touch Shui Miaomiao's rosy cheeks that had just woken up from sleep, but he couldn't find a reason and couldn't reach out.
"Have you slept well?" Wen Renxian asked softly, for fear of disturbing Shui Miaomiao.
Shui Miaomiao shook her head subconsciously. She seemed to be even more confused. At this moment, her head was filled with mud and she couldn't turn around.
Why is Wen Renxian in the room of Nine Chou!
"Then go back and continue sleeping." Wen Renxian took the cup in Shui Miaomiao's hand and gave it to Jiuzhongqiu.
"Huh?" Shui Miaomiao's eyes followed the cup. She was really thirsty. .
The next second, Shui Miaomiao exclaimed.
Wen Renxian didn't give Shui Miaomiao any chance to respond or refuse this time. He wrapped Shui Miaomiao tightly in a big cloak, carried him into his arms, and walked towards the door, all in one go.
"I can walk by myself."
Shui Miaomiao's words were submerged in Wen Renxian's look back at the Ninefold Enmity, "What I just said has always been valid. If you encounter any obstacles in your cultivation, you can come to me."
Shui Miaomiao was confused after hearing this. When she met Zhou Gong, did Jiucheng Qiu and Wen Renxian make some kind of deal?
Before Jiucheng Qiu could reply, Wen Renxian ended the conversation and walked towards the outside of Renjing Xiaozhu. Passing by Shui Miaomiao's room, he inadvertently slowed down and turned his head slightly.
Jiu Chou stood at the door of his room.
It was too close, two rooms, Wen Renxian frowned, how did Xianyan Xianzun arrange it.
"Tell the person who cleans Renjing Xiaozhu that this room can be sealed up. Miaomiao will not come to live here anymore. I will call someone to come and pack things in a moment."
Wen Renxian looked at Shangshui Miaomiao with a big puzzled look, and said seriously, "Yinyuetan is better, the spiritual energy is soft, and it is more suitable for you, Miaomiao, to recuperate."
Hearing the word 'injury', Shui Miaomiao chose to remain silent and shrank back into the cloak, unable to say anything to let her get down and leave.
She was injured all over and couldn't cover it up, so she didn't take any advantage.
Although Wen Renxian didn't interfere, it was because Wen Renxian knew that Shui Miaomiao would always downplay him, so he didn't have to worry about Shui Miaomiao having to make up lies to deceive him.
It would be better to wait until Simu checked his pulse and then ask him directly for clarity.
