Ning Ji woke up again in Hexueyuan.

Memories from before came back, and he remembered that he had fainted after being possessed by a ghost.

He was also covered with a thin shirt, and Ning Ji vaguely remembered that it was Chu Jinxiao who sent him back. He was still not feeling better after losing strength last night. When Ning Ji thought about it, his forehead felt a faint tingling pain.

The stinging pain came suddenly. He stretched out his hand and was about to touch it, but suddenly a pair of hands beat him to it.

Chu Jinxiao didn't know when he came. At this moment, he looked down at his master and gently rubbed his forehead.

He was not wearing a mask at this time, and his face was fully revealed. It was much paler than before, and he actually looked a bit sickly.

Chu Jinxiao's hands tightened a little, and he lowered his eyes and said, "Master, is this better?"

He used spiritual energy in his hand to warm it slightly, and when he pressed it on his forehead, it relieved some fatigue.

Ning Ji looked at the mask on the table and asked.

"Why did you go to Guixiao?" Chu Jinxiao had been in Longyuan. How could you go to Guixiao last night?

He frowned.

Looking at the master's cold face, Chu Jinxiao felt a stab in his heart and slowly curled up his fingers.

He still lowered his eyes and said: "I swallowed the dragon soul and came out." He said that he suppressed the emotion in his eyes and raised his head again.

"Master, you lied to me first."

It was rare that Chu Jinxiao was so stubborn, and his voice was a little different from before.

Ning Ji is not stupid.

He thought of the voice in the dragon scale that told him not to go.

I'm afraid it was because he went to find the Ghost King that Chu Jinxiao was driven out of Longyuan.

The young man wanted to reach out and cover his eyes, as if he didn't want to see his cold eyes.

Ning Ji saw the deep scars on his arms.

That was the price he paid for leaving Longyuan.

His eyes moved slightly.

In the endless silence, Chu Jinxiao's heart had fallen to the bottom of the valley.

He wanted to pretend not to care, but he didn't expect to hear an unexpected voice.

"Were all these injuries sustained in Longyuan?"

There was a scar on the back of Chu Jinxiao's hand that had already reached the bone. It looked like it had just been injured.

Ning Ji let him move.

He was obviously very weak at this time, but with just one word, Chu Jinxiao's tightened hand began to tremble. He suddenly retracted his hand, not wanting the master to see his embarrassed appearance.

Ning Ji coughed lowly. His face was pale now, but his eyes were a little complicated.

"I know you are worried about me."

Chu Jinxiao pursed his lips tightly. He looked like a child who hadn't gotten the pear candy. His eyes were red, but he looked at him intently.

"But Master only worries about others." He whispered.

The dragon horns on his head made him different from before, and Chu Jinxiao's face could not be seen clearly under the shadow.

Even at this time, he couldn't bear to hurt his master.

He was obviously worried and frightened, but the moment he saw him, all he could see in his eyes was the will-o'-the-wisp shooting towards the Master.

At that time, his fear reached its peak, and he reached out to intercept it before he could think about it.

Chu Jinxiao didn't even dare to think about what would happen if he came a step late?

If he comes a step late, will Master be eroded?

His heart sank to the bottom bit by bit. But when the master opened his eyes, he only asked him to take blood from his heart.

At that time, he still wanted to save Xie and Qing.

Chu Jinxiao's eyes were bloodshot. No one knew what he was thinking when he watched his master give the antidote to Xie Yuqing outside Fengdu.

——He didn't look at him.

Xuanlong's body was surging with crazy blood. The next moment, he was suddenly injected with a cool sword energy between his eyebrows.

"Chu Jinxiao, wake up."

The coldness poured into Zifu, pulling him back from the demonic barrier quite a bit.

Chu Jinxiao was half kneeling on the ground and raised his head, and saw his master looking at him with a frown.

His eyes were still cold. Chu Jinxiao saw his current appearance from the master's eyes and lowered his head slightly. The clearness faded away, and the blood lines on his neck were looming. He was now more and more like a dragon.

Chu Jinxiao's body felt cold.

After Ning Ji frowned, he didn't know what he thought of, but he still took out the medicine.

"Come here." His voice was calm.

The rejected Xuanlong suddenly raised his head.

…

Chu Jinxiao originally wanted to imprison Master here.

He asked the boy to go back, and he and his master were the only two people left in Hexueyuan.

He knew that the master was injured. He could guard him and prevent him from leaving.

He had made up his mind, but when the master held his hand, something seemed to stab him in his heart.

Ning Ji opened his sleeves. Sure enough, what he saw at that moment was far more than that.

There were dragon claw marks all over his arms.

"It hurts a little, bear with it." When Chu Jinxiao lowered his eyes, he reached out and dipped some ointment.

The cold temperature melted on the wound, causing Chu Jinxiao to frown. He couldn't help but look up at his master.

The master's profile was somewhat unclear in the sunlight.

"Master." He paused and spoke.

Ning Ji didn't say anything. He always had a cold temperament. Chu Jinxiao didn't mind either, but he didn't expect that the master would care about him again.

He looked at him closely, for fear of missing the master.

Ning Ji finally raised his head after seeing him. He frowned, but still asked: "Does it still hurt?"

Chu Jinxiao was startled for a moment and quickly shook his head. His heart was originally full of anger, but at this moment it suddenly collapsed and he was pressed down bit by bit.

It seemed that in the darkness, as long as the master stretched out his hand, he could suppress his madness and lean in like an ordinary person.

His switch is in the hands of the master. He can make him go crazy, and he can also force him to suppress the side of himself that he doesn't like.

Chu Jinxiao covered the darkness in his eyes. He knew better than at this moment that he was in the master's hands. But he did not feel restricted. He just wanted to be with the master.

He handed the other end of the thread into the master's hands, and it was up to him to decide whether it was crazy or normal.

Ning Ji paused, glanced at him, and said calmly: "Go and rest."

It's not like he didn't see the bloodshot eyes in Chu Jinxiao's eyes. I'm afraid this man hasn't rested since Long Yuan.

Chu Jinxiao lowered his eyes.

"Master, I want to rest here."

Ning Ji frowned and glanced at him, but when Chu Jinxiao's eyes were bloodshot, he still gave in.

"Just this once."

He paused and said, "Chu Jinxiao, I don't want to see you like this."

His voice was cold, but Chu Jinxiao still laughed. This was the first time he laughed in the past few months, as if he was overwhelmed by joy.

"I listen to Master."

"There won't be a next time."

Ning Ji hid his thoughts and didn't say anything else.

…

He has been recuperating in Hexueyuan these days, and Chu Jinxiao has never left him.

It wasn't until later that he relaxed a little.

Ning Ji frowned when he saw this. His influence on Chu Jinxiao was so great that it was beyond his surprise.

After Chu Jinxiao left, he lowered his head and looked at his heart, where a trace of black energy lingered.

He was eroded.

Even though Su Fengyan's painstaking effort was used to block the Ghost King later, he had been eroded long ago. Ning Ji frowned, not surprised by this.
To be continued...