Fire.
Everywhere was set ablaze with fire, and even the sky seemed to be awash with blood.
The place was filled with blood, fighting, wailing, and crying.
Swords sank into flesh, and heart-wrenching screams pierced his eardrums.
He was huddled in his mother’s arms, the tongues of fire greedily licking his skin, devouring him. The pain made his body tremble violently, but he couldn’t utter a single sound.
This time, no Jian Xiuyun passed by.
The flames swallowed him along with his mother, burning them into a handful of ashes.
Then snow fell, and large flakes pressed down on his body, unbearably heavy and cold.
He seemed to be frozen into a piece of ice, and even his breathing was chilly.
The temperature kept getting colder and colder, and he was so cold that he despaired.
He didn’t know how long it took, but suddenly, there was a hint of warmth. A tiny bit at first, and then more and more waves of warmth flooded him. It enveloped his whole body, separating him from the coldness, and pulled him out.
He finally escaped.
Kan Wenxiao’s eyes snapped open, his breathing disordered. His vision was hazy and confused, and it took him a long time to regain his composure.
His senses gradually recovered, and the first thing he noticed was the steady flow of heat coming from his right hand.
He turned around and saw that Jian Xiuyun had one arm half-bent and was resting his head on it. His other hand was holding Kan Wenxiao’s, transferring spiritual power smoothly, and it seemed he had just fallen asleep.
Kan Wenxiao sat on the bed and let him hold his hand. The warm spiritual power continued to pour into his body, infinitely warm and comfortable.
The fear, confusion, and panic from the nightmare just now all subsided at this moment.
The wooden carved windows were slightly open, giving a glimpse of the sky outside. It seemed to be just past the hour of rooster. The sky had darkened, accompanying the setting sun with a soft afterglow. Two or three birds flew by, most likely returning to their nests.
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When Jian Xiuyun woke up, the sky had completely darkened.
He slept for a long time, and his mind was still laced with a haze of sleep.
He stretched and had just sat up when Kan Wenxiao’s voice sounded from the side, “Shizun, you’re awake.”
“Yes.” Jian Xiuyun responded lazily.
When he raised his eyes, he realized that Kan Wenxiao had gotten up at some point and was sitting on a chair next to the bed, staring at him.
And he didn’t know when he fell asleep on Kan Wenxiao’s bed.
“Shizun, do you want some water?” Kan Wenxiao asked.
Jian Xiuyun, “???”
Wasn’t it Kan Wenxiao who was injured? What was going on?
He glanced at the thick gauze on Kan Wenxiao’s hand, and hurriedly lifted the quilt. He spoke with a confused tone, “Why did I sleep on your bed? You are still injured, come and lie down.”
Kan Wenxiao held him down and said, “It’s merely an injury on my hand. I don’t need to lie down all the time.”
“Mn, that’s right.” Jian Xiuyun rubbed his eyes and washed his face. After he had freshened up, he sat down opposite Kan Wenxiao.
“By the way, I went to the kitchen today and got some blood-enhancing soup. Drink some.” Jian Xiuyun said, removing the lid from the earthen pot and pouring out a bowl.
The soup had already gone cold, so he used his spiritual power to warm it up before placing it in front of Kan Wenxiao.
“Okay.” Kan Wenxiao lowered his eyes, and raised his hand to rub his nose, trying to hide his smile. He then picked up the spoon and drank slowly.
Seeing that he drank quite contentedly, Jian Xiuyun asked, curious, “Does it taste good?”
Kan Wenxiao looked up at him and nodded seriously, “It tastes good.”
Jian Xiuyun had gotten a glass of wine for himself. The dark soup made him unable to suppress his curiosity.
So he also served himself a bowl.
The moment the soup entered his mouth, Jian Xiuyun’s facial features were distorted. It was too bitter. The soup seemed to be alive, quickly occupying the territory in his mouth, aggressively spreading over his taste buds.
Jian Xiuyun hurriedly reached out and covered his mouth to prevent himself from spitting it out.
A glass of water was handed to him just at the right time. Jian Xiuyun quickly drank it without thinking twice. The bitter taste in his mouth gradually faded away.
After calming down, Jian Xiuyun looked at Kan Wenxiao with a look of horror.
He pointed at the bowl in front of him, his fingers trembling, “You think this stuff tastes good?”
Kan Wenxiao smiled and nodded, his expression genuine.
Jian Xiuyun was confused. Was he really that bad to Kan Wenxiao before? What exactly did this boy eat when he was a child?
To the point that he thought this soup tasted good.
It was really unbelievable.
No wonder Kan Wenxiao was so cruel to him in his previous life. Did he really live such a miserable life as a child?
Or was he deliberately pretending it tasted good just to trick Jian Xiuyun into taking a sip? Jian Xiuyun thought of the things he had done before, and from a scheming point of view, it indeed made sense.
In order to confirm his idea, Jian Xiuyun concentrated on feeding him.
After Kan Wenxiao finished one bowl, Jian Xiuyun would immediately refill.
In the blink of an eye, Kan Wenxiao drank one pot of soup all by himself.
Jian Xiuyun stared at the empty earthen pot and was convinced. It seemed that Kan Wenxiao was indeed not deceiving him when he said it tasted good.
It was all his fault for being so cruel.
Jian Xiuyun finally felt a hint of guilt in his heart. He raised his head with a trace of pity in his eyes, “Shizun will take you to eat something good when you recover.”
Kan Wenxiao was confused as to why Jian Xiuyun suddenly said that.
But he naturally would not refuse and agreed.
After finishing the soup, Jian Xiuyun helped him change his bandages again, and his task was considered complete.
So he picked up the earthen pot, and retreated back to his room.
He had slept too long in the afternoon, and couldn’t sleep at night as a result.
In order to pass time, he fished out a storybook from his Qiankun pouch and read it.
The story was about a fairy flower demon and a human boy who fell in love, but because of their different races, they experienced various obstacles and setbacks before finally getting together.
The only person who left a distinct impression on him was the young master.
A rigid, mean, serious and annoying person.
He refused to allow the main couple to be together, so he imprisoned the young man and even almost killed the flower fairy demon.
In the end, he was thrown down the mountain by the young man and fell to his death.
The more Jian Xiuyun read, the more he felt that the plot was inexplicably familiar.
Later, when he closed the book, he discovered that, to his horror, the male and female protagonists in the book were just like Kan Wenxiao and that little monster You Zhinian.
And he was the unlucky master who insisted on them breaking up.
“Has this child been eating poorly his whole life? Better make him eat all of this super gross soup in order to confirm.”
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Who trusts children to that person! 🤣
Thank you for the update.
Thank you for the chapter!
All it took for him to finally realize that he was indeed a very awful teacher towards his discipline was Wenxiao’s food taste😭
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Thank you for the chapter.