It was raining heavily outside, and the air smelled of moisture. The windows were open, and the water vapor was blown in by the wind, mixed with the freshness of the earth.
Diaozi was blocked from the door and was coaxed by Gu Xilai and Gu Donglai. Even so, Diaozi's uneasy questions could still be heard in the room.
"How is my father? How is he?"
In the bedroom, the servant's face was solemn, and he kept changing his angle to feel the pulse of the person sleeping on the bed.
This scene gives people the feeling of throwing a stone into an ancient pool, sinking deeper and deeper.
She didn't dare to ask what was going on, fearing that Master Taipu would give a disappointing answer.
Yan Hui stood on one side, looking at the half-dead man expressionlessly.
From night to dawn, the room was eerily quiet. Yan Hui had already returned home. He wanted to take Yan Buhuan with him, but Yan Buhuan insisted on staying.
She didn't know why she wanted to stay here, but she felt that no matter Jiao Li or Xuanyuan Mu, she should be there the first moment they woke up.
Yan Hui knew that she was fine, so he stopped forcing her.
The faint dawn came in from outside the window, and the incense used to drive away mosquitoes suddenly stopped. At this moment, the real servant stood up from the bed. The moment he turned his face, he happened to be facing Yan Buhuan.
Huan was surprised to find that the usually high-spirited old man seemed to have aged more than ten years overnight.
"Why don't you go and rest? You are also injured." The servant's voice was muddy, as if he was recovering from a serious illness.
Yan Buhuan quickly shook his head: "My injury is not a problem, how is Xuanyuan Mu doing?"
Although the master always said that Xuanyuan Mu and Jiao Li were two conjoined wolf cubs, bastards without conscience.
But when he was looking at Xuanyuan Mu's injuries just now, the master kept twitching his brows and never opened them, and his eyes were filled with pain when he looked at Xuanyuan Mu.
Tai Pu Zhenren never got married and had no heirs. When she was a child, her master treated Jiao Li and Xuanyuan Mu as his own sons, but her status in Penglai Mountain was that of a freeloader.
Xuanyuan Mu and Jiao Li are very talented, and at least they are countless times better than her in martial arts, but this cannot be blamed on her - they are not fighting alone.
Precisely because they are good at what they learn, the master will teach them all their skills, which leads to Xuanyuan Mu and Jiao Li's arrogant and cold-blooded behavior.
But in the eyes of the master, these bad habits are nothing at all, because he himself is such a person.
Therefore, whether it is Jiao Li or Xuanyuan Mu, the master's eyes will never be 'disappointed' when he looks at them.
Even when Jiao Li stole the magic power, the master only cursed him outside Tianji Palace for a few days, but it never really reached the point where Xuanyuan Mu or Jiao Li were sad.
But what about today?
Seeing his most proud disciple lying half-dead on the bed, how could this make the old man feel so embarrassed?
If it were another normal day, if Master Taifu had known who had hurt his apprentice like this, then the murderer would definitely have to pay for it with blood, but this time... it was the apprentice who made himself behave like this.
The servant sighed once in a while: "Sorry, your master...is old."
He is really old.
When Yan Buhuan had an accident many years ago, he turned the tide and used Miao witchcraft to revive her. Now she only needs to take one pill every year and she will be fine.
Now...he no longer has the ability to save his current apprentice.
