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

Chapter 299 She Cares About Him
In her previous life, her master's Taoist name was Qingyuan, and her medical skills were also taught by him.

The moment she finished speaking, Shen Yuan felt a tight squeeze on her shoulder.

Luo Beixiao had a cold face and whispered: "Oh? Qingyuan?"

Under the cover of the wide sleeves, the blue blood vessels on the back of the man's hands bulged one by one.

She has another master, she actually has another master.

She has been at Shangqing Peak since she was five years old. The only time she had the chance to leave him to become a disciple was when she went down the mountain alone to practice.

Perhaps from that moment on, her heart was no longer on his side.

Luo Beixiao felt very uncomfortable, and his bones ached, as if nails had been drilled into him. "I've never heard of it," he added.

Of course, Shen Yuan could not have known that the man had recognized her a long time ago. She said without any burden: "Master, he ascended very early, and what remains in the world of cultivation is an afterimage."

She didn't know if it was her imagination, but she always felt that the air pressure around her suddenly became lighter.

Luo Beixiao snorted, happy to accept this result.

It’s great to have ascended.

Shen Yuan turned her head to look at him: "Sword Master, do you feel uncomfortable?"

She said she wanted to think about it, but at this moment she allowed the other party to hold her half by her side, which meant she had accepted his feelings.

Luo Beixiao naturally understood what she meant, "Why do you still call me Sword Lord?"

Shen Yuan blinked and said, "Luo Beixiao."

The man sighed softly, hugged her into his arms with a little force, and let Shen Yuan sit on her lap.

He rested his head on her shoulder and breathed against her ear.

Shen Yuan thought he was going to say something else, such as what she should call him. She just called his name deliberately for this purpose. She wanted him to say it himself. After all, she was somewhat embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, the man was silent for a long time, and finally said two words helplessly: "That's it."

Shen Yuan:? ?

After Luo Beixiao calmed down, the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became. He didn't know whether A Yuan agreed to him because he liked him or because he couldn't resist.

Master-disciple love is not allowed in the world of cultivation.

She didn't like herself at all when she was at Shangqing Peak. When she came into contact with him as Yi Yuan in the past, would she really fall in love with him?

Luo Beixiao was not sure. After all, in retrospect, his attitude towards Yi Yuan was not good.

He worried that she felt she was being coerced.

He has now successfully embraced her, and she has agreed to be with him. He shouldn't be anxious, and he shouldn't push her too hard.

"Well--"

Luo Beixiao felt an unspeakable pain suddenly surge in his heart, and then a smell of blood spread from his throat.

Shen Yuan knew that this was the reaction to break the curse. Even though she was mentally prepared, when she saw the blood spilling from the corner of the man's mouth, she still felt heartbroken inevitably.

Shen Yuan wiped the blood from the corners of his lips with a handkerchief: "It will be fine soon." She comforted softly.

Luo Beixiao held her hand and rubbed it on his cheek. He hummed and looked so well-behaved that Shen Yuan had never seen before.

Shen Yuan did not withdraw her hand and allowed the man to hold it on his face.

Luo Beixiao's eyebrows frowned and then relaxed. After going back and forth three or five times, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Shen Yuan.

Shen Yuan's heart skipped a beat: "What's wrong?"

Luo Beixiao opened his mouth: "I——"

buzz

Shen Yuan heard a rapid sword cry.

Then she was hugged by Luo Beixiao and fell to the ground. The man let go of her hand and left her far away in the blink of an eye.

The Qinglan Sword flew out from Luobei Xiaodantian, and the Qinglan Sword, which had always been firmly in the man's hand, stabbed in front of the man menacingly as if he was going to kill his master.

Shen Yuan's pupils shrank.

tear-

Luo Beixiao's robe was lifted open by the tip of the sword, and the clothes on his chest were scattered.

"Luo Beixiao!" Shen Yuan ran over.

At the same time, Qinglan Sword suddenly became quiet again, fell to the ground with a clatter, and lay peacefully on the ground.

Luo Beixiao sat cross-legged, looking down at his clothes that had been picked apart by the natal sword, until the woman's hand appeared in his sight.

Shen Yuan checked Luo Beixiao's wounds in a panic.

It was discovered that the Qinglan Sword only scratched a blood mark there. Along the tiny invisible wound, the purple-glowing blood gathered into water and gurgled out.

Shen Yuan first gave the man three blood-replenishing pills, and then received a bottle of purple blood.

Luo Beixiao didn't feel any physical discomfort: "I guess A Yuan's medicine was so effective that he even forced these things out."

This was brought to him by the clone. Originally, it wouldn't have much impact on him after fusion, but it would be better to force it out.

Shen Yuanhou glanced at the very docile Qing Lanjian in fear, breathed a sigh of relief, and let out a muffled hum.

Luo Beixiao raised her hand to support her side face, rubbed her cheek twice with her fingertips, and laughed softly: "Are you scared?"

Shen Yuan waved his hand away: "No."

Luo Beixiao's eyes were gentle, and he smiled and said, not sure whether he believed it or not, he said: "Qinglan is my destiny sword, it can't hurt me."

Just now, he was worried that A Yuan would be hurt, so he hurried away from her.

Shen Yuan also knew that it was her concern that caused chaos, but she was really frightened.

She didn't know why. She clearly understood her feelings for the man, and even said that this throbbing love didn't last long. Why did she care so much about him?

Luo Beixiao hugged the person in his arms.

Regardless of whether A Yuan really liked her as much as he liked her, the nervousness that the other party subconsciously revealed at that moment was not fake.

She cares about him.

No matter how deep this concern is, even if it is just a shallow wave now, he will turn this wave upside down.

Luo Beixiao fell asleep at some point.

Shen Yuan lied to him when she told him that he wouldn't lose consciousness. He wouldn't lose consciousness anywhere. Even though she used medicine to relieve his pain, the pain was real. He couldn't feel it, but it didn't mean it wasn't there.

Without painkillers, the man would faint from the pain, but with the medicine, he would not be in so much pain.

Shen Yuan wiped the fine sweat from the man's forehead, retracted her fingertips and tapped the tip of the man's nose, and chuckled lightly.

An hour later, when the effect of the medicine was almost gone, Shen Yuan stood by the bed and drew a secret in mid-air with both hands. The golden seal of the secret swirled above Luo Beixiao's head and then struck between his eyebrows.

As the curse-breaking seal worked on Luo Beixiao, the man's frown gradually relaxed.

In the past few hundred years, it seemed that he had never been so relaxed.

The depression caused by the spell was not only during attacks, but also entangled his meridians on a daily basis, like a gangrene attached to the bone.

(End of this chapter)