"Master Fairy, little Master Mi'er, the master is back. The master is injured. The master is bleeding. Come out and save the master!"

The child walked toward the back room with the white figure on his back, shouting at the top of his voice to the other two masters who lived in the neighboring house.

"Did something happen to Feng'er?"

As soon as the child put the white figure down on the couch, a touch of silver floated to the child's side, rolling up his loose pajamas, revealing some of his radiant and white skin.

Eight years have passed, and the silver-haired man's appearance has not changed at all. He is as beautiful as the cherry blossoms, his head is dazzling with silver, and his delicate and white skin is like an exquisite mural carved on the skin and bones. Ten years have passed since then.

Change one day.[

"When I returned to Master Fairy, I opened the door and found out, Master, the Master came back covered in blood. Please save the Master quickly. Isn't the blood on the Master's body worth a thousand dollars? How much gold would have to be shed!

"

The child smelled the sweet scent of blood that filled the room, carefully removed the bloody clothes of the fallen man, and said distressedly.

"

The silver-haired man walked to the edge of the cave. Hearing what the child said, he was stunned for a moment, and then his thin lips opened into a smile.

His Feng'er always has the ability to teach the people around him to be relatively innocent and pure people, which can be shortened to one word: stupid.

How long has it been, to still care about how much money the blood shed is worth? Isn’t that stupid?

If his other little disciple, who was brought out by Feng'er, heard this, wouldn't he be stupid enough to find a basin to catch it?

He stretched out his hand to look at the body bones of the fallen man, and then felt the pulse of the fallen man's wrist. The silver-haired man took a few breaths of relief. Fortunately, he was just poisoned, and there was no external injury on his body. It should not have been caused by human intervention.

, rather like being bitten by some poisonous animal or infected.

"Master, what happened to the young master's injury? Is it serious?"

A wisp of fragrance drifted in from the door, and a handsome young man with a clean appearance and an air of elegance all over his body suddenly walked into the house with steps.

The beautiful boy lived far away from the man's house. Hearing the child's cry, he rushed over as quickly as possible, but was still one step behind the silver-haired man.

"Mi'er, this time you're one step behind my master again, I really should punish you properly."

The silver-haired man walked to the dressing table in the room, opened the small drawer at the bottom of the dressing table, picked up the dagger on the dressing table and opened the bottom of the drawer, took out a pill wrapped in silk cloth and put it in

He glanced at the beautiful young man's open and disheveled clothes from the man's mouth, his eyes were clear and stern, and he put away an icy cold look.

"

The handsome young man walked up to the cave, clasped his hands on his chest, looked at the man on the cave for a while with his big, delicate and shrewd eyes, nodded, and saw that the poisonous wound on the man on the cave should be fine, and relaxed.

He started arguing with the silver-haired man.

"It's because your requirements for yourself are too low!"

The silver-haired man clapped his hands, pushed the beautiful boy aside in front of him, and replied impatiently.

As his disciple, how could he not find this ability to quarrel and show off in the past?

Did he become so frightened that he had no disciples that he became hungry and thirsty? Is that why he was so hungry? [

If not, why does he feel like he wants to strangle this weird disciple to death now?
Chapter completed!