"Ahem cough cough..."

Just when she was alone, the man under the cloth towel suddenly felt a violent cough.

Seeing this, Qingluan immediately put down the cloth towel in her hand, got up and brought a glass of water: "Are you awake? Come and drink some water."

The Five Phoenix King once said that the reason why this man vomited blood and fell into a coma just now was that he was stimulated by what he saw in front of him, and then he fainted on the ground. Therefore, the urgent thing is that as long as he adjusts his breathing slightly, he will be fine.

But before Qingluan could speak, the man in snow-clothed clothes, who had opened his eyes, sat up from the bed.

"What are you going to do? Do you still need breathing regulation for your internal injuries?" Seeing him like this, Qingluan quickly grabbed his arm.

But the man paused for a moment, and after a second, he lifted the quilt off the bed without caring about it.

Qingluan felt a little bitter. She watched him put on his shoes and then tidy up her clothes until he took a step. Finally, she stood up with the bowl in her hand: "She is dead!"

"Impossible!" Feng Wurao turned around and replied fiercely without even thinking about it.

After the words came to his voice, the woman behind him, her fingers holding the bowl turned white and slightly curled.

"I didn't sense her death, so she wouldn't die." Hearing that there was no movement behind, Feng Wurao added.

However, after he finished speaking, Qingluan clearly saw that his slender fingers hidden in his sleeve were already tightly held.

Suddenly, she put down the cup in her hand and walked towards him step by step: "Is she that important to you?"

"Well, because she is my apprentice."

Qingluan continued: "The disciple is dead, and every master will be heartbroken and look like you?"

Feng Wurao was stunned!

"Or, only you will treat your apprentice like this?"

"Every master will naturally be good to his disciples." Finally, Feng Wurao said this.

But unexpectedly, as soon as his words fell, the woman standing in front of him immediately denied him fiercely: "My master will not. Even if I die, he will be sad at most and will not be sad and despairing to your field."

"That may be because your master is usually more rigorous..."

"No, you are wrong. He will not be as sad as you. That's because, in his eyes, I am an ordinary disciple."

Feng Wurao was stunned: "A normal disciple?"

"Yes, it's just an ordinary disciple. The ordinary master-disciple relationship will neither make you so desperate nor so deep that it will make you worse than death!"

Feng Wurao's face began to change, and her chest was slight ups and downs.

Qingluan looked at all this, but remained calm: "Wu Rao, this is the first time in four hundred years that I have seen such a desperate look on your face. Gu Lingsha, is she really just an apprentice in your heart?"

That's right, if you don't fall in love, you won't feel that way. Even if you die, he won't be so painful and desperate.

"This is impossible, it is impossible..."

Feng Wurao's chest was getting more and more powerful, and his eyes were no longer as clear and persistent as before. Instead, it was a deeper panic and confused...

Seeing this, Qingluan's heart became even more aggravated: "So, are you so confused? If it is impossible, then how could you be so desperate that you were in the bone-transforming pool just now that you couldn't even control your bloodline?" This is impossible, impossible..."

Feng Wurao's chest was getting more and more powerful, and his eyes were no longer as clear and persistent as before. Instead, it was a deeper panic and confused...
Chapter completed!