Master, the disciple knows it's wrong

Chapter 77 Yun Zazai: Zazai will die, right?
Yun Zai said: "Eldest brother said that Zai Zai was born in winter, and he is just five years old this year."

Shu Qingge shook her head: "Wrong."

Yun Zai was stunned.

"Your senior brother didn't lie to you. I said these words to him back then."

Shu Qingge held her hand, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "I planned to hide it from you forever. If you are like this, even if you never grow up, it's fine, at least I can guard you. But, after all, I overestimated I can't get rid of Wangchuan's poison with my own strength."

Yun Zai panicked inexplicably, she squeezed Master's hand tightly, fearing that he would disappear in the next second, her voice was short and urgent: "Master..." Her lips moved, as if she suddenly figured out something: "Ye Ruo said, Zai was poisoned by Wang Chuan."

Shu Qingge looked at her, and the seriousness in her eyes affirmed his answer.

Yun Zaizai couldn't accept it: "How come, it's obviously not uncomfortable at all."

"The poison of Wangchuan is to make people die unconsciously." Shu Qingge saw the fear and anxiety in the little disciple's eyes, his heart ached, he picked her up, put her on his lap, Don't look at her face.His eyes were empty, and he continued with a hard heart: "Wangchuan. It is refined from Tianshan lotus seeds that bloom once a hundred years. It can save people or harm people. Those who are poisoned by Wangchuan will slowly turn back to children, and their memory and IQ will be one step closer. One month is like two years for an ordinary man, until he becomes a baby, until—"

Her mind was buzzing, and she couldn't hear any sound except for Master's words piercing her heart.Suddenly, I remembered a conversation I had with Master not long ago.

……

"Has Master ever encountered a disease that cannot be cured?"

"Have."

"Ah—what is it?"

"Forget River."

……

It turned out, it turned out that the person Master couldn't cure, the unlucky one who was hit by the 'Wangchuan', was actually her.It was her... ah.

"Zaizai will die, right?" Yun Zazai's voice was unexpectedly calm.

Shu Qingge's arms holding her trembled slightly, her small body was hugged even tighter, and his elegant voice sounded above his head: "In the past two years, I have tried every means to delay the poison in your body, The poison of Wangchuan slowed down the onset speed until one month ago, I received a letter from Hunwushi, saying that he has a way to cure Wangchuan."

That's why Master left the letter and went out, and it was an unexpected accident that she was taken out of the valley by Yinyin.

She knew what happened next.

"Yinyin's brother?" Did he also know that he was in the middle of Wangchuan?

Shu Qingge paused for a moment, and when she spoke again, there was a bit of unconcealable coldness in her words: "Because he was the one who poisoned him back then."

"Ah." Yun Zaizai was completely stunned.

She never imagined that the person who made the poisonous hand back then would be the Sixth Prince.

No wonder, the relationship between him and Master is so rigid.

"Back then, he was my best friend, so I didn't set up defenses against him." Shu Qingge said calmly, but Yun Zaizai understood that at that time, Master must have suffered a great blow in his heart. How sad it must be for a friend to betray you.

But now, the master is willing to believe in someone who once betrayed again for her sake.

A spring of warm current slowly poured into Yun Zaizai's heart.

With her little hand pressed against Master's warm palm, she suddenly felt that death was not so scary anymore.

But there is still one thing that can't be figured out. Wiping the tears on his face, Yun Zaizai said depressedly: "Was Zaizai's character so bad before? Why did Yinyin's brother kill Zaizai?"

"No." Shu Qingge turned her small body around, and the two looked directly at each other, "The person he wants to kill is not you, but me."

ps: My friend lost the manuscript and needs to use my computer at home, so the rest of today's updates will be delayed until evening.Forgive me, sorry, this chapter was written in a hurry, and I will probably fix it.

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