Zhou Shaobai put his ears to Yu Qiluo's lips and listened carefully.

At this time, Yu Qiluo had not actually woken up, and his voice was as weak as a mosquito flapping his wings. Zhou Shaobai was afraid of missing a word, but after holding his breath and listening, he looked confused.

He originally thought Yu Qiluo would say something about Mr. Wuchang, but Yu Qiluo did not mention these things. Her words were intermittent, but it was enough for Zhou Shaobai to hear them clearly.

I want to take a shower.

Zhou Shaobai was stunned. He didn't expect that Yu Qiluo would say such a sentence, but when he thought about it carefully, Yu Qiluo was in a coma all the time. What else could he expect her to discover?

only……

Zhou Shaobai was in trouble.

The two of them fought fiercely together for several times today, and they walked so far and were wet from the rain. So even when they were unconscious, Yu Qiluo must feel very unhappy. But how should she take a bath in this way?

Zhou Shaobai looked at Yu Qiluo with worry, and suddenly an idea came to his mind: Why don’t you just carry a bucket of water to wipe Miss Yu’s body?

But as soon as this thought came out, Master Chengyu's stern face appeared in his mind again.

Do not look at what is wrong! Do not move what is wrong!

He couldn't help but shivered, but his heart suddenly became hot.

With a creaking sound, a figure was seen carrying a wooden barrel, pushing open the back door of the house and walking out. He walked slowly along the quiet path made of pebbles under the moonlight towards a small wood behind the house. Under the soft moonlight, he saw the clouds in the forest, the milky white water vapor slowly rising, and the sound of gurgling water was coming.

Of course, this figure is Zhou Shaobai.

Although the master's majestic words were still in my ears, Yu Qiluo was seriously injured and was wet with rain, and her clothes were all wet.

Zhou Shaobai was worried that she would have a fever and worsen her injury. He hesitated for a while, but he stomped his feet, found a wooden barrel and looked for the hot spring behind the house.

He planned to quickly put a bucket of hot water, go back and scrub Yu Qiluo's body, change into a wet clothes, wash it dry, so as not to make Yu Qiluo's fever worsen his injury. As for men and women's defenses, what kind of things are about to teach or not to get married, it is no longer important at this level.

Zhou Shaobai was walking along the cobblestone road when he suddenly felt excited, widened his eyes and held the handle of the wooden barrel tightly.

How could there be such a powerful spiritual energy in the direction of the hot spring?

Zhou Shaobai's heart tightened and looked over there. However, the moist fog of the hot springs floated in the forest. He could only hear the tinkling of the running water, and he could not see any figure.

Logically speaking, it should be only Mr. Wuchang in the hot spring now, but his spiritual energy is so strong?

Could it be that the demons in the Stone Ghost Fog Forest lurk in the hot spring?

Thinking of Zhenxing, who was broken up several times and could recover as before, Zhou Shaobai became nervous and touched his waist, but it was empty and he didn't find anything. Then he remembered that he was only concerned about fetching water, and the Ningshuang Blade was still in the house and never brought it. What should he do if he really encountered a demon?

Without any hesitation, Zhou Shaobai had made up his mind that if the demon was really following him, he would definitely lure him far away to another place. In short, the demon would never hurt Yu Qiluo at all.

Suddenly, a voice came from the hot spring wrapped in milky white fog and asked, "Is Mr. Zhou outside?"

The voice was Mr. Wuchang. Zhou Shaobai put a suspended heart back for a while and answered in confusion: "It's right below, Mr. Wuchang, are you the only one bathing in the hot spring?"

"That's right, I'm the only one, why do you have this question?" said Mr. Wuchang.

Zhou Shaobai suddenly slapped his forehead and understood. Just now in the house, Mr. Wuchang had already said that his robe could cover up the demonic aura. He was bathing now, so he was naturally not wearing the robe, so the demonic aura was unscrupulous, which caused his own misunderstanding.

He hurriedly said, "It's okay, I'll ask casually."

While talking, Zhou Shaobai walked into the white mist with a wooden barrel and finally stood on the rock beside the hot spring, and suddenly felt the heat was impatient.

In the mist, I could vaguely see Young Master Wuchang vaguely opposite him, immersed in the hot spring, and only exposed his head, allowing his long hair to float on the water surface, making him look comfortable and leisurely.

Seeing Zhou Shaobai standing on the rock with a wooden barrel, Mr. Wuchang nodded slightly and said, "Mr. Zhou, this hot spring is very comfortable. After soaking for a while, your whole body will be soft. It's really a god that won't be replaced! Don't you come down to enjoy it?"

Seeing that he enjoyed so much, Zhou Shaobai felt itchy, but he shook his head and said, "I really want it. But I am worried that Miss Yu's clothes are wet and can easily catch a cold. So I should hurry up and get a bucket of water and go back and wipe it for her briefly to avoid getting sick and getting worse."

If it were someone else, Zhou Shaobai would definitely not say it so directly. However, he is now worried that Yu Qiluo will be alone in the house without anyone taking care of him, and he thinks that after all, this young master Wuchang is only half of his blood, and he has grown up in the mountains and forests since he was a child, and he has never been to school to read the words of a saint, so he should not care much about these things.

Sure enough, Mr. Wuchang just replied: "Since that's the case, Mr. Zhou will go back and take care of him."

Zhou Shaobai nodded, squatted down and put the wooden barrel diagonally into the hot spring, lifted a full barrel, and then stood up.

Speaking of which, the stones beside the hot spring are stained with fog all year round, and are nourished by the hot spring heat. They are always covered with a layer of moss, which is extremely slippery. Zhou Shaobai stood up a little anxiously, and suddenly his feet slipped, and he thrust into the hot spring with a "thump" sound, causing a big splash of water.

Zhou Shaobai suddenly fell into the water without any preparation. Gudong Gudong took a few big sips. The hot spring water was bitter and astringent, making him cry, but he couldn't see it in the water.

He slammed twice, and was about to float up, but suddenly his eyes turned black and his whole body was exhausted, and he sank quietly!

It turned out that he had rushed many mountain roads today, and fought several fierce battles with the demons of the Stone Ghost Fog Forest and the Taoist Priest of Qixia Mountain. After escaping, he kept pouring his internal energy into Yu Qiluo for healing. The damage was too heavy, and in fact he could no longer support it. Now he suddenly fell into the water and was shocked. He was suddenly forced by the heat of the hot spring water. He suddenly stagnated his chest and almost fainted.

At this time, Zhou Shaobai felt that the hot spring water was pouring into his mouth and nose continuously, making him feel extremely painful and his consciousness was very vague. What was even more terrifying was that because his qi was stagnant in his chest, his limbs could not move, and he could only slowly sink to the dark bottom of the water...

At this time, a soft body swam over from the bottom of the water, stretched out her white arms, and hugged Zhou Shaobai, who was about to lose consciousness, into her arms, then shook her tail and swam upwards toward the water.
Chapter completed!