Immortal Venerable who cultivates ruthless Tao is pregnant with my cub

Chapter 26

"Get up and go take a shower."

The soup pool is filled with warm water, the water mist is dense, and the gauze curtain is ethereal.

After the rest of the people retreated, Pei Muzhi came to the side of the soup pool in person, squatted down and tested the water temperature with his hand, it was neither hot nor cold, it was just right.

He got up and walked to the bed. The person on the bed remained in the same posture as when he left, without moving at all.

Pei Muzhi stood with his hands folded, and didn't take the initiative to make a sound.

When he heard that Pu Huaijin had escaped, the first reaction in his mind was that even if he tried his best to catch him back, when he got the news that the Yunzhu was stolen and there was only one token left by accident, that kind of simple Longing is coated with hatred and becomes more complicated.

He once thought that once he was brought back, he would definitely not be able to survive or die. During these days when Pu Huaijin hadn't heard from Pu Huaijin, he only felt that life was like years, and he even regretted that he was soft-hearted before, so he had to tie him to a rope. Tied to the side every day.

But between the beds, seeing his forbearance, his usually distant and indifferent eyes covered with mist, he couldn't be cruel anymore.

Compared to hating Pu Huaijin for being unfeeling, Pei Muzhi is more cruel than him for being unfeeling.

After standing in front of the bed for a while, Pei Muzhi finally said without any warmth: "Get up and go take a shower."

Pu Huaijin remained motionless.

He always said everything once and never repeated it. Since he didn't answer, Pei Muzhi didn't have the patience to wait, so he just bent down, pulled off the brocade quilt and picked him up.

Even though the eyes of the person in his arms were closed, his brows were still not loosened.

Pei Muzhi was slightly stunned, as if he couldn't believe that the person in his arms had lost so much weight in just a few days.

It was rare for Pu Huaijin to be obedient, obediently staying in his arms without struggling.

Pei Muzhi picked up the man and walked towards the Tangchi, put the man into the water as carefully as possible, pulled off the clean robe and put it on for him, but it seemed that Pu Huaijin couldn't even sit upright. He tilted and almost fell into the water, but fortunately Pei Muzhi had quick eyesight and quick hands, and picked him up.

It doesn't look like it's fake.

Pei Muzhi originally thought that Pu Huaijin didn't answer because he hated himself and didn't want to talk to him, but he didn't expect that it was because of exhaustion that he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes to speak.

In desperation, Pei Muzhi had no choice but to take off his coat, put on a black undershirt and enter the soup pool, slowly sat down beside Pu Huaijin, and took him into his arms.

The water waves are soft and the steam is steaming, some people who are so smoked can't open their eyes.

Pei Muzhi took Pu Huaijin's wrist with his hand, and after a little probing, he found that the devil in his belly was restrained by the green blood and three liu leaves, so he couldn't help laughing at himself.

He has been running away these days, and he is worried every day that without the nourishment of the magic core to draw blood, whether his spiritual veins will be damaged, he is lucky, although he can't find a way to completely remove the magic fetus, but he can restrain the magic fetus first, and destroy it. Going to bind the spirit lock is free and easy.

Pei Muzhi lightly placed his hand on Pu Huaijin's lower abdomen, melting the three leaves of green blood.

He couldn't help sighing, this little thing is really tenacious, and he might have been frightened a lot by following his father.

Pu Huaijin also felt his touch, and her closed eyelashes trembled slightly.

Pei Muzhi moved his hand away to get the anti-swelling ointment placed on the tray by the shore. He had indeed grasped his wrist with more strength just now. If he didn't apply the ointment, he might get bruised.

Pull out the stopper, lift up Pu Huaijin's wrist, it is about to fall up according to the red mark, the wide sleeve slides down the arm to the elbow, there are still many scars on the fair skin.

After being shocked, Pei Muzhi carefully thought about whether he did something excessive because he didn't grasp the strength well.

Maybe not.

After calming down, he stroked the wound with his fingers and gently stroked it. It was not an ordinary scratch, it was clearly burnt by ghost energy.

Suddenly, he remembered that when he arrived at the Naihe Bridge in the ghost world, the ghosts on both sides were seriously injured and fell to the ground.

As if he understood something, Pei Muzhi raised his hand sideways, lifted Pu Huaijin's long hair that was hanging down his shoulders, and pulled down the back collar of his clothes.

Sure enough, the wound on the arm was nothing compared to the wound on the back.

Pei Muzhi felt resentment in his heart, he didn't know whether he was angry with Pu Huaijin or himself, he frowned and said coldly: "It's too easy for Weiyan to die."

Instead of just crushing his soul and letting him re-enter the samsara to experience the sufferings of the world, he should personally send his torn soul to the animal realm.

But it's just thinking about it, let's look at the present first.

Pei Muzhi smeared the ointment with his index finger, let Pu Huaijin's head rest on his shoulder, pushed aside his loose long hair, and smeared the wound on his back.

Some itchy.

Pu Huaijin moved slightly, Pei Muzhi also stopped, and said: "Don't move, be obedient, and help you apply the medicine, otherwise you will leave scars in the future."

After applying the elixir and washing away the remaining stains on his body, Pei Muzhi picked him up from the water, wiped off the moisture, and patiently changed him into a clean nightgown, then carried him back to the bed, settled him down, and then turned around Go change into your wetsuit.

After tidying up, he went back to the bed and sat down.

Pu Huaijin closed his eyes and rested for a long time, finally recovered some strength, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at Pei Muzhi.

However, Pei Muzhi didn't seem to notice, but lifted a corner of the quilt, and rolled up the opponent's trouser legs above his knees. There were two conspicuous bruises on both knees. Pei Muzhi applied ointment according to the bruises, although he could see that he had tried Take it lightly, but still lose strength when you drop your hands.

Pu Huaijin silently looked at him.

After applying the ointment, Pei Muzhi remembered that when he was a child, whenever he was bullied by a group of little devils and his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, his mother would apply medicine to the bruised place, and then gently massaged it with her fingers to speed up the bruising.

Thinking about it, Pei Muzhi imitated his mother's action in the memory, pressed his fingertips on the bruise on Pu Huaijin's knee, and began to rub it, looking a little clumsy.

But the hands are still not light or heavy.

Pu Huaijin couldn't hold back, and hummed softly in pain.

This sound interrupted Pei Muzhi's thoughts, he suddenly raised his head, and realized that the person lying down had woken up.

It turned out that he would make noise when he was in pain.

Pei Muzhi raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you say nothing before, why are you becoming coquettish now?"

Those blurred and clear eyes were looking at him, the soft red at the end of the eyes had not completely dissipated, and they were as clear as the misty mountain snow in the morning.

Pu Huaijin closed her eyes, then slowly opened them again, her voice was as light as a breath, and her voice was inaudible: "After the child is born, you can take my life if you want."

He thought for a long time just now, the reason why Pei Muzhi hates him so much is probably only this, Wuxieer indeed died under his Yuanchen sword, and he was also related to the theft of Yunyunzhu, now Wuxieer is the only one The broken strands of his body were scattered, and Pei Muzhi must have hated him to the bone.Why bother to hate each other and torment each other.

"what?"

Pei Muzhi's eyes darkened, and he spoke in a cold voice.

Pu Huaijin said softly: "I know that you have a lot of grudges against me because of the past. I will pay you with my life, and I will stop hating you in the future."

"Don't even think about it!"

Every word was almost squeezed out between his teeth, Pei Muzhi's face was gloomy, he got up, walked a few steps, and came to Pu Huaijin, casting a shadow that enveloped the person on the bed.

Pei Muzhi looked at him condescendingly, folded his hands and bent over, the corners of his mouth curled up in contempt: "I just think that dying like this is too cheap for you."

After finishing speaking, he straightened up, and the short-lived tenderness a moment ago had disappeared without a trace, as if everything was just an illusion and never happened.

Pei Muzhi returned to his previous unkind appearance again: "Take care of her well, and when you feel better, I will take you to meet an acquaintance."

Pu Huaijin frowned. Hearing what he said, it must not be a good thing.

Before Pei Muzhi turned to leave, he left a sentence in a relaxed tone, but full of threats.

"A lot of immortal monks were captured on the day of the offering ceremony, and they are all locked in the dungeon now. If you don't want them to be even fewer, then don't think about seeking death."