The sick and charming male god of fast transmigration wants to hug

Master, what happened, are you injured?Still have some stubborn illness?

Bai Lin hurriedly stepped forward to help Mu Qinghe, but when he was about to approach, he was pushed away by a sword energy from Mu Qinghe, and fell heavily to the ground.

"do not move!"

Mu Qinghe still had the look of rejecting others thousands of miles away, lowering his head, as if he didn't want to see him.

The whole world is showing off, only Rin Lin is being beaten.

Bai Lin managed to get up, he was in a dilemma, he wanted to move forward but was afraid of being pushed away again, but he couldn't just do nothing like this!

"Master is alright, disciple...disciple, go back and find senior brother!"

In Bai Lin's impression, Mu Chengying was the closest person to his master, he definitely knew what to do, but was immediately rejected by Mu Qinghe with a scolding.

"Don't look for Chengying, just pretend you've never seen it, you know?"

These words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, completely inconsistent with his usual cold appearance, it seemed that the master didn't want the elder brother to know about it.

Bai Lin was so frightened that his face turned pale, Mu Qinghe already looked like this, how could he pretend that he had never seen it before.

"Master... Master, this..."

He stood there as if he had been frozen.

He wanted to leave here directly according to the instructions of the master, but he reluctantly turned around every step of the way.

At this time, Bai Lin's original good mood when preparing the food was gone, the box used to hold the delicate sweet-scented osmanthus cake had been pushed down by Mu Qinghe's sword energy just now, and the cakes inside rolled out.

Bai Lin squatted down sadly, and packed up the sweet-scented osmanthus cakes one by one.

Mu Qinghe glanced at him when he heard the sound, and felt his heart ache again.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

He clutched his chest, and spit out a few mouthfuls of black blood from inside the white gauze, splashing on the ground!

This is terrible, Bai Lin originally thought that Master was just a minor injury and ailment, and it was more serious when it happened, so he passed it with a little effort.

I didn't expect to vomit blood, it's quite difficult, and it's not a girl's aunt every month!

Regardless of Mu Qinghe's dissuasion, he rushed forward. This time, the magic sword was trembling in the scabbard, but it did not come out of the sheath.

"Master, you... what happened to you?"

Bai Lin handed the silk cloth used to hold the sweet-scented osmanthus cake to Mu Qinghe, who held it tightly in his hand, but did not move for a long time.

"...Master?"

Those puzzled and curious eyes seemed to be tempting Mu Qinghe.

Before Bai Lin could react, a pair of bloody lips pressed against her.

And he was pulled into the white veil that the world cannot pass through, and only then was he able to see Mu Qinghe's true appearance clearly.

Creamy skin, black jade-like eyes, and a simple white belt tied Mu Qinghe's long hair high.

The appearance is very soft, completely different from the outside rumors and the old-fashioned image that he usually sees.

Bai Lin could clearly see the arch of his eyebrows, bent into a very gentle arc, even when kissing, there was still an unearthly aura between his brows, maybe this is the real fairy boy.

Oh no, old fairy.

Damn, he was dumbfounded again, useless.

It wasn't until the bloody smell in his mouth gradually permeated that Bai Lin's thoughts returned to reality.

Although he was very happy that Mu Qing and himself rushed over on their own initiative, isn't it inappropriate for their master and apprentice to be like this in the barren mountains and wild mountains?

Bai Lin wanted to push Mu Qinghe away, but his heart beat so fast.

Moreover, those hands hugged him too tightly, and he couldn't break free at all.

The saying goes well.

If you can't resist, enjoy it.