It is the fairy sent by heaven to save him.
Or a pure dream
Hearing this question, the young man pursed his lips for a moment of silence.
Then he raised the corners of his lips and said softly, "My name is Lan Chuxi, and I'm a puppet master. I'm very glad to meet you today."
…
The flow of people shuttles on the street.
A handsome man led an ugly boy with scars through it.
The masculine temperament is gentle, like the warm breeze in spring.
The young man behind him was full of gloomy and cold eyes, with vigilant eyes, as if he was guarding against everyone who approached.
Only when looking at the young man ahead, will there be a hint of tenderness in his eyes.
"[Danpin Pavilion], I found it."
Lan Chuxi stopped in front of a pharmacy with a happy expression on his face.
Ye Nu asked suspiciously, "Master, do you want to buy medicine pills?"
Lan Chuxi sighed and said, "I told you not to call me young master. I'm older than you. Call me brother."
Ye Nu blushed.
Chewing the word "brother" between his lips and teeth, he was a little crazy for a while.
"Shopkeeper, I heard that [Danpin Pavilion] has an exclusive [Fuyan Pill] for sale, is that right?"
A quarter of an hour later, Lan Chuxi spent 200,000 crystals to buy a [Fu Yan Pill] and handed it to Ye Nu.
Ye Nu: "What is this?"
Lan Chuxi smiled slightly and said, "Fuyan Pill is not a precious and hard-to-refined pill, but the pill formula is a unique inheritance of a small school, and I am not good at refining, so I simply bought one here. Just take it Him, the scars on your face will disappear."
Ye Nu's hand holding the porcelain bottle suddenly tightened.
There was a bit of uncontrollable difficulty and pain in the voice: "So, do you also despise me for being ugly?"
Lan Chuxi was stunned, and then couldn't help stretching out his hand to pinch the boy's face: "Xiao Ye, you are good at everything, but you are too sensitive. How could I despise you for being ugly? Our Xiao Ye is obviously the cutest .”
The youth's fingers are soft and warm.
Ye Nu's face turned red all of a sudden, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.
The pain and anger just now disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Lan Chuxi said again: "I don't care if you have scars on your face, but Xiaoye you care! I don't want you to feel inferior to your appearance all the time. Of course, if you don't like it, I..."
Ye Nu shrank his hands suddenly, held the porcelain bottle tightly and carried it behind his back, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "No, I, I like it very much."
As long as you give me something, I like it.
…
The night wind was blowing slowly, carrying a hint of coolness.
Lan Chuxi stood alone in the night wind, looking at the distant and vast night sky, a trace of melancholy slowly appeared between his brows.
His hand gently stroked a pendant on his waist.
The pendant is a very delicate silver halberd, only the size of a palm, but if you use your spiritual sense to sense it carefully, you can feel a coercion like a huge wave rushing towards your face.
With slender fingers lightly stroking the halberd lines, Lan Chuxi murmured in pain and anxiety, "Father...Father, can you give up..."
Suddenly footsteps came from behind.
Lan Chuxi suddenly came back to his senses, withdrew his hand on the halberd, and subconsciously turned around.
"Xiaoye, have you taken [Fuyan Pill] yet? The medicine works like..."
The gentle voice stopped abruptly.
Lan Chuxi stared blankly at the tall and handsome young man in front of him, and seemed to have lost the ability to think and speak for a while.