During the period, Fan Wuya used the sound transmission technique to ask her to take care of Yunluo, but she had no right to hear it.
Fan Wuya took Yunluo to his room and took good care of her. Except for the bloody hole on her shoulder, Yunluo had no other serious injuries.
But the strange thing is that Yunluo's breath has been very disordered, and she still screams in pain in her dream.
Fan Wuya couldn't detect any abnormalities, and when he was frowning, Yunluo recovered by himself.
The breath is stable and there is no pain.
Fan Wuya checked the wound on Yunluo's shoulder, he could feel the coldness there, and he felt a little strange.
I have a bad guess in my mind.
This wound looked like it was caused by Feng Qingyan's spell, so he immediately used the sound transmission technique to summon Feng Qingyan.
But the other party didn't respond.
Fan Wuya was so annoyed that he had no choice but to help Yunluo heal first, and then asked the maid in the courtyard to help Yunluo clean the wound.
After being so busy until the evening, Yunluo was fine.
He sat beside Yunluo, and wiped the thin sweat off her face with some distress.
"Masterfather" Yunluo began to babble in her sleep.
Her fingers kept trembling, and they reached out in mid-air to grab something.
Fan Wuya stretched out his hand to hold her hand, and said softly, "Master is here."
"Master" Yunluo grabbed his sleeve and put it on her body, her pale lips moved, "Master, am I useless? Do you hate me?"
Fan Wuya smiled desolately, his eyes were full of sadness, and comforted softly, "No, you are very useful. You are very good."
"Master hates me, but only likes Senior Sister. Woooooo" Two lines of clear tears flowed from the corners of Yunluo's eyes.
Fan Wuya felt a pain in his heart when he saw it, and stretched out a hand to wipe the corners of her eyes, "Silly boy, Master"
He let out a long sigh, and buried all his tenderness in his heart.
Fan Wuya always remembered the catastrophe he had calculated in his heart. Yunluo had a catastrophe of love, and the catastrophe of love could also be a catastrophe of death.
He didn't want Yunluo to die because of him, this is the disciple he raised since he was a child!
He couldn't bear it.
Fan Wuya looked at Yunluo firmly, "Luoer, Master will definitely protect you. Trust Master, all this is to protect you."
He resolutely pulled his hand out of Yunluo's, stood up and went out.
Fan Wuya went directly to Feng Qingyan's room, stood still at the door, and said in a cold voice, "Feng Qingyan, do you want me to invite you in person?"
Zhao Miaomiao lay motionless under the quilt, not even moving her eyes, but said lightly, "Master, the disciple is already asleep."
Feng Qingyan has always been sensible and obedient, and will never disobey Fan Wuya.
Today's Feng Qingyan really impressed Fan Wuya, not only ignored his voice transmission, but now he didn't even want to get up to meet him when he was standing at the door.
A person who has always followed you and acted according to your wishes suddenly made the opposite move, and that kind of discomfort spread over the face.
Fan Wuya was shocked at first, and then furious.
The kind of rage that couldn't be ignored from the depths of his heart swept over him. He couldn't understand why Feng Qingyan suddenly became like this?
Became so rebellious, just like Yunluo.
No, Yunluo has always been used to doing whatever she wants.
What happened to Feng Qingyan?
Don't everyone take him seriously as a master?
Fan Wuya's face sank like water, he pushed the door open and went in, walked to Zhao Miaomiao's bed, looked at her coldly, "What's the matter with you today? Did you cause the injury on your junior sister's shoulder?" (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com