After dressing up as a sadistic female supporting role, I was spoiled by the villains

Chapter 285 The little apprentice’s home

Luo Beixiao was rushing to the Eastern Region when he received the news from Zhan Wuya.

He just suddenly wanted to visit his little apprentice's hometown to see if he could find her there.

Before that, he also received the news that his clone desperately sent back to him.

A force that does not belong to the world of cultivation, a person from the upper world.

He immediately thought of that day in Nine Heavens Battle City, when he followed into the alley, the two who followed him disappeared.

It wasn't for Luo Beixiao's arrogance. In the entire world of cultivation, there was no one who could leave without knowing it under the lock of his spiritual consciousness...

But Luo Beixiao still postponed the matter for the time being. He wanted to find his apprentice first.

Seeing that he was about to arrive at his young apprentice's hometown, Luo Beixiao sent a message to Zhan Wuya that he would look for him in two days, and continued towards the border of the Eastern Territory.

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"Good on you Luo Beixiao!"

When Zhan Wuya received the message from the man, he almost laughed angrily.

He really wanted to pry open Luo Beixiao's head to see what he was thinking. He was not in a hurry to solve the curse, and he was not angry even if the clone of the dignified sword master was killed. When did he become like this?

Zhan Wuya really wanted to give up the burden and quit, he didn't even worry about it, so why should he worry about it!
Thinking like this, the fire in Zhan Wuya's palm trembled unsteadily, just as Mo Lin came to find him, he quickly reminded him: "Master, be careful not to blow up the stove!"

Mo Lin had no other intentions. Besides, he didn't know that his good master had ever blown up a furnace.

Unexpectedly, when Zhan Wuya heard the words "blow up the stove", his whole body was like a lion whose tail was stepped on, and his hair suddenly exploded: "Go to hell, get lost!"

Mo Lin took two steps back when he growled, then stepped forward after a while: "Master, is there anything you need help from, my disciple?"

Zhan Wuya glanced at him: "Are you free?"

Mo Lin nodded: "I'm free."

Zhan Wuya put away the fire, and the fragrance of medicine wafted faintly from the alchemy furnace where he was refining alchemy.

After waiting for a while, Zhan Wuya opened the medicine furnace, put the newly refined elixir into the medicine bottle, and handed it to Mo Lin: "When you have free time, go and help take care of people in the master's palace."

take care of people?
After Mo Lin took the pill, he scratched the back of his head.

Are there any patients in the Master's Hall?
What kind of patient actually asked Master to bring him directly into his bedroom!

Mo Lin became curious and was about to rush over, but Zhan Wuya said again: "Go by yourself, don't take Su Lan with you."

Zhan Wuya could trust his apprentice, but Wanwan could not trust his apprentice's sweetheart, and it was also the sweetheart that Mo Lin pursued unilaterally.

Mo Lin paused slightly, knowing what the master meant. He felt a little sad but didn't have much opinion. Based on this, he concluded that the patients in the master's palace must be very important.

Until Mo Lin saw Luo Beixiao on the bed, he stood upright beside the bed and froze for a while, then touched the tip of his nose.

Well, it is very important.

It's just that after not seeing each other for a few days, how could Master Luo be so injured?

Mo Lin first gave Luo Beixiao one of the pills that his master gave him, and then sat on the side of the other party's bed, looking at the man intently, as if he had no intention of getting up and leaving.

Mo Lin's eyes gradually changed, becoming a little obsessed.

He slowly moved towards Luo Beixiao, his body getting lower and lower, and he could even feel the man's breathing.

Mo Lin's heartbeat suddenly started to accelerate. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He just... just wanted to get close to Uncle Luo.

He even thought about...

Embarrassed, Mo Lin glanced across the man's blood-stained thin lips, rubbing his red ears as if he had been scalded.

(End of this chapter)