The villain's non-scientific feeding plan

Huayu didn't say anything, Meng Zhe couldn't notice it, but when Huayu said it, Meng Zhe saw a bright red whip wound under Chang Xiao's plain silk clothes.

He pulled the quilt for Chang Xiao calmly, walked towards the door, Huayu hurriedly asked him:

"What are you going to do?"

Meng Zhe kept walking, "Call him a doctor, otherwise he will burn out."

"I don't recommend you to do this." Huayu said, "90.00% of this behavior does not fit the Demon Lord's personality."

Meng Zhe ignored him, "Since I dare to yell, I can naturally make this behavior conform to Mozun's personality."

Mozun Mozun is nothing more than four words of evil charm and madness. As long as you keep a cold face all the time, who dares to challenge the authority of Mozun.

Therefore, when the royal physician Xie Wuya stepped into the hall, he could see Mozun sitting by the bed with a gloomy expression, tapping his fingers on the long beech wood table again and again, as if he was in a very bad mood.

Xie Wuya suddenly became a little scared.

He lifted up the hem of his clothes calmly, knelt down respectfully, and tentatively asked, "Dare to ask Your Majesty, where do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Get up." Meng Zhe pointed at the bed, "show him."

The movement of Xie Wuya getting up was a pause.

Meng Zhe sneered, "Why, I can't order you?"

Xie Wuya quickly got up, "I dare not."

He stretched out a finger to press on Chang Xiao's pulse, lowered his brows for a moment of thought, and probed, "This... the situation is not very good, I don't know how far His Majesty wants to cure it?"

Meng Zhe glanced at him, "Naturally it's cured to the best extent." He fiddled with the white jade seal in his hand, and curled his mouth, "I haven't started playing yet, if I die, it would be a disappointment."

Xie Wuya gave him a fright.

He examined it carefully for a while, but Meng Zhe didn't rush him, and after about half a cup of tea, he didn't know what Xie Wuya had diagnosed, his complexion became more and more ugly.

After a while, he gritted his teeth, fell to the ground with a touch, closed his eyes and said, "I am incompetent, please forgive me, the injury of Daoist Chang Xiao cannot be healed in a short time, he has no cultivation base, and many medicinal uses No, I have to take care of it carefully for many years, my lord is afraid that for a while, for a while..."

Meng Zhe was overjoyed, and thought, "I'll just wait for your words!"

The demon king is evil, charming and arrogant, with a transcendent status. Of course, he has to play what ordinary people can't play. As his plaything, Chang Xiao's physical fitness must of course be extraordinary, so because Chang Xiao's current physical fitness is too poor, he must take good care of his illness until he is competent. For this job, it is only natural for the Demon Lord to treat him, give him medicine, and put him aside as a vase without moving him. What a perfect logic this is!

According to Meng Zhe's estimate, he can at least spend these few years in peace.

He forcibly suppressed the joy in his heart, his face was still gloomy, and even knocked on the table impatiently, asking in a low voice, "How many years will it take?"

Xie Wuya was frightened by him again and knelt down, kowtowed again and again, with cold sweat on his face, "Your Majesty, I can't say this, at least three years, if... If Daoist Chang Xiao is depressed, or if there is any mistake, maybe Yes, maybe longer."

Meng Zhe thought to himself, "Long time is good, long time is wonderful. I will find out the whole story of the stabbing within three years, and then find a way to let Chang Xiao go."

However, his face was half invisible, he lifted his clothes and stood up, revealing a gloomy side face, and glanced at Xie Wuya, "Then you treat him well, the medicine is the best, understand?"

So Xie Wuya tremblingly took a pen and paper under the intimidation of the demon king, wrote six or seven medicines crookedly, and tremblingly gave the prescription to the maid outside the door, as if he had Parkinson's.

When he tremblingly picked up a spoon and wanted to feed Chang Xiao medicine, and almost spilled someone else's face, Meng Zhe, who was cosplaying Xie Mei Mozun, finally couldn't stand it any longer. Intentionally or unintentionally, he glanced at the instruments of torture hanging in the bedroom, and said with a sneer, "Come on, look at you, go down, I'll find my own way to pour it in."

Xie Wuya turned his gaze around the instruments of torture, and stepped back.

But what can the confident Meng Zhe do?He has a trick.

Chang Xiaoshao was in a trance, and he was fed half a glass of wine. His teeth were closed tightly, and he couldn't even pry them open. Xiao Yao put two pillows on his back, half hugged him up, and rubbed his head, "Wake up, don't sleep, sleep after drinking the medicine."

Chang Xiao's eyelashes trembled.

In fact, Meng Zhe noticed just now that when Chang Xiao was sleeping, his body was curled up and his legs were firmly tucked into his chest and abdomen, just like a newborn kitten. Meng Zhe could only help him stretch his body very carefully. , then half hugged her, and coaxed, "Don't sleep, drink the medicine first."

Perhaps it was because Meng Zhe's voice was indeed very soft, not so threatening. Chang Xiao struggled for a while, and finally opened a pair of foggy eyes in a daze. He obviously didn't know what night and what night, and looked at Meng Zhe. Zhe's eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't focus, and he whispered a word for a while.

"Am I dead?"

Meng Zhe said unhappily, "No, what the hell is going to die, you drink the medicine quickly."

Although his tone was not very good, his movements were still very gentle. He scooped up a spoonful and handed it to Chang Xiao's mouth, still in the mood to ask him, "Are you afraid of suffering?"

Chang Xiao didn't seem to understand what he was saying, one spoonful after another, although his brows were furrowed, he didn't want to stop at all because it was too bitter.

On the contrary, he is much better than Meng Zhe's little nephew.

The bowl is full of medicines, and even if the patient is surprisingly cooperative, the feeding is very slow.When he managed to pour the whole bowl into it, and was about to put the medicine bowl back on the table, Chang Xiao, who did nothing but open his mouth, suddenly reached out and grabbed Meng Zhe's sleeve vaguely.

Meng Zhe "Huh?"

In fact, he was very loose and hesitant. As long as Meng Zhe pulled it, he could release it, but sick people always need more comfort, so Meng Zhe didn't leave. Sit down and ask him "what's wrong?"

Chang Xiao stared at his face for a long time, then suddenly frowned, arched half of his face under the quilt, and said inexplicably, "I don't."

"Yeah." It's impossible to reason with the patient at this time, Meng Zhe followed his words and said, "What do you have?"

Chang Xiao still stared at him, did not move for a while, and after a while, he cautiously got out from under the quilt, sniffed his sleeve lightly, and then observed Meng Zhe's expression, and saw that he had no expression. Impatient, she actually raised her hand, embraced his neck and arched it into Meng Zhe's arms, rubbing her head against his shoulder blades, and repeated softly, "I just didn't."

Mencius are all stupid.

As Nong Zhu said, Chang Xiao's skin is very fair, but it's not a very healthy white, but a little sick, but this doesn't affect his body temperature when he posted it. Meng Zhe felt uncomfortable all over with the thin cloth leaning against him.

He was covered with hairs, and subconsciously wanted to push him away, but Chang Xiao kept staring at him. As soon as Meng Zhe frowned, he consciously relaxed his arms and put them on his clothes, as if waiting for Meng Zhe to push him. Well-behaved and scary.Although Meng Zhe didn't know who Chang Xiao took him for, and he couldn't bully the patient like this, he could only place half of his hand on his waist, telling him not to get so close, and coaxed, "Okay, okay, you didn't, first Did you sleep well?"

Unexpectedly, Chang Xiao was very obedient after drinking the medicine just now, but now he is not so easy to coax. He was just looking at Meng Zhe, then he was stunned for a while, and suddenly softened his brows, as if he was about to cry, and then he whispered Yes, like accusation, but also like grievance "I know, you don't believe me."

"You don't believe me."

Meng Zhe has been solo for more than [-] years. He has never seen such a terrible scene. He was in a hurry for a while, and he didn't know who Chang Xiao took him for. Repeat "No, I believe you, whoever says I don't believe you, whoever says I don't believe I will kill him."

So Chang Xiao tilted his head and stared at him for a long time. He didn't know what kind of mental activities he went through, and then he threw himself into Meng Zhe's arms again, and said in a low voice, "It doesn't matter if you don't believe it. No one believes me."

Meng Zhe was so stiff that he could no longer be stiff.

He began to doubt whether it was a good idea to stay in Changxiao, but he could only coax in a low voice, "Then let me go first, okay? You are sick, and the doctor said to sleep more."

"I don't want it." Chang Xiao shook his head. He thought he hid it well, but Meng Zhe had already noticed that he was looking at him carefully. Seeing that Meng Zhe was not bored, he tightened his arms slightly and hugged him again "... ...You don't want me, don't want me."

"Ancestor." Meng Zhe wailed in his heart, "If you see who I am, I don't want you anymore. I am a devil who commits all kinds of evil. All demon cultivators would tremble three times when they saw me, and this demon was stabbed by you." A few times, if I don't come, he will stab me back immediately, are you holding on to it?"

He crazily cue Huayu who is as dead as dead, "Tune up your database bro, what should I do now?"

"Responding to the host's needs." Huayu seriously analyzed "Scheme [-], according to the database and the analysis of the demon's personality, I suggest you sneer, "You deserve my pity too? ", and snapped his wrist with a snap."

——The onomatopoeia of "Pa Chi" is really very soulful, fully embodying the crispness and ruthlessness of the magic cultivator.

"break you*"

Meng Zhe exploded a national curse.

He resigned himself to lying down, patted Chang Xiao's back lightly, told him not to hug him so tightly, and coaxed him like a mantra, "Don't go, don't go, trust you, trust you, give me a hug, ancestor, Go to sleep, go to sleep."