It took nearly seven days of walking.

Ying Qian finally arrived at Du Yan's school.

"Big brother!"

When the young monk sweeping the floor outside the mountain gate saw Du Yan, his eyes immediately lit up and he was overjoyed.

But when he saw Ying Qian following behind.

Suddenly he looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Monster, monster, monster!"

The young monk was not very good at speaking.

He lifted the broom, pointed it in Yingqian's direction, and stammered:

"You...where did you come from as a witch?! Stay away from my senior brother, otherwise I will...subdue you!"

His voice is quite crisp.

It's just that the sound is very weak.

His eyes were circling, but he didn't dare to look at Yingqian.

His face was also slightly red.

"If you respect fear, don't be rude."

Du Yan clasped his hands together, scolded him lightly, turned around and said to Ying Qian:

"I'm going to see the master, you..."

"I'm waiting for you!"

Yingying raised his lips and smiled.

He tugged on Du Yan's sleeves, lowered his voice, and whispered to him:

"You have to come back and find it, little master."

Du Yan glanced at her thin white fingers, and there were still small, incompletely healed scars on the skin.

The action of wanting to brush it away stopped with this look.

He finally nodded slightly and said:

"good."

Chong was afraid that the little monk's eyes would pop out of his sockets.

The senior brother who was like a god and Buddha in his heart actually brought a girl back.

And to that woman...

Extremely gentle?!

Is this still his serious senior brother?

I'm afraid not...

The core must have been changed by some monster!

"I'm afraid, you go back first and report it to the master."

Du Yan gave an order.

However, it took Chongfeng a long time to come back to his senses.

He didn't dare to see Yingqian again.

He just kept his head down and nodded twice vigorously.

"I'll take you to the monastery. You can rest until I come back."

Du Yan walked in front.

Along the way, the monks who saw him had expressions of fear, fear and joy.

but.

But they met Yingqian again.

But they all looked like the sky had fallen.

Yingqian smiled and said hello.

What a pity.

No monk dared to pay attention to her.

Du Yan took Ying Qian into a relatively remote monastery, but did not leave in a hurry. He found the medicine box and said to Ying Qian:

"hand."

Yingqian sat down opposite him.

Very obediently, he handed it out with his palm.

But his eyes couldn't calm down. He glanced around and asked in surprise:

"Duyan, is this your room?"

Du Yan's fingertips paused.

The earlobes seemed to have a faint red tint.

He said nothing.

Apply the golden sore medicine carefully to the wound on Ying Qian's palm.

He then removed the cloth on his wrist, revealing a scar that was mostly healed but still quite hideous.

Du Yan's expression instantly became extremely serious.

There was a slightly charming atmosphere before.

Suddenly.

Dissipate completely.

Yingqian couldn't help but straighten her waist.

He looked like a primary school student who was about to be called on by the teacher, but his head was empty and he could only prepare to be punished.

But Du Yan was silent for a long time.

But he said something.

"It will leave a mark."

"Do you care, little master?"

Yingqian immediately answered, leaned closer, blinked, and said with a smile:

"I don't care much. The injuries I suffered before were much more serious than this, and I didn't die. My life is very tough."

She clearly wanted Du Yan to express her feelings.

But I don't know why.

The look of worry between his brows actually became a little heavier.

"Yingqian, no matter how big or small the injury is, it will hurt."

It’s really rare.

Du Yan can say such words.

Yingqian was stunned.

Suddenly he leaned down even lower.

The distance between them has become extremely small.

Du Yan sat upright.

Yingqian is crooked.

It seemed like she would fall into his arms at any moment.

If it were normal.

She was afraid that she had been pushed away long ago.

But this time.

Maybe it was just what he said.

It also resembles the scar on my wrist.

It actually made Du Yan's heart feel anxious inexplicably.

Ying Ying's shallow breath had already touched his lips.
To be continued...