It was not as expected by Jin Baiyu.

This Demon Lord, who was full of defects except for his face, started acting like a monster on the first day after he woke up.

Due to what she said when he woke up, Jin Baiyu had no choice but to stay here to take care of this ancestor.

Although their cultivation had long since gone away from grains, Jin Baiyu had a daily habit of eating. The Demon Lord had been ill for several days and his mouth was dull, so she wanted to eat with him.

The small hot pot originally planned could not be eaten, so Jin Baiyu had to go to the kitchen to get some sweet porridge and snacks, and brought them to Yuan Changqi's bedside.

The man looked at her with a critical eye, and then at the little male cultivator who came behind to deliver the meal but lingered on finishing it, and his eyes rolled.

He reached for the small porcelain spoon beside the bowl. As soon as he picked it up, he dropped it into the bowl with a bang.

As soon as Jin Baiyu picked up her portion, she paused when she heard the sound and looked at him silently.

Sure enough, the next moment, the man frowned skillfully, and slightly lowered the corners of his mouth, "It's okay, Yuyu, you can eat first...I'll eat later."

Whether you like to eat or not, you, a demon king, will never starve to death.

Jin Baiyu lowered her head and drank the hot porridge.

The little male cultivator behind him who finally came to the door paused and suggested enthusiastically: "Master Jin, Mr. Yuan has probably been in a coma for too long. He is weak and can't exert himself. In this case, it's better to drink some hot porridge to warm him up.

Body, why don't you feed him!"

Hey, according to Uncle Ping, the relationship between Master Jin and Young Master Yuan is the most sincere love that is rare in the world.

Peak Master Jin must have wanted to do this for a long time, but he did not do it because of the majesty of the Lord of the Peak. At this time, it is up to a young disciple like him to step out of the way in a timely manner!

The little disciple thought this way and urged enthusiastically: "It's okay, just feed him. I'll wait here and take the bowl back to the kitchen when you finish eating."

Peak Master Jin gave him a "satisfied" look and asked "gentlely": "Are you a disciple of the Changsheng Sect? I look a little strange at you."

The young disciple blushed and lowered his head in embarrassment: "I am a disciple of the Jinxiu Sect, and Elder Ping is my uncle. Elder Ping said after returning in the morning that you and she have been close friends for a long time, so

I was specially sent here to help you get started." By the way, I will watch more of the exchange between the two, so that I can provide my uncle with writing materials when I return.

Jin Baiyu fell silent.

Elder Ping, among the people she knows, there is only one named Ping, and that is Ping Tianzhi this morning.

But they were not close friends, and she even wanted to unilaterally return to a state where they were strangers to each other.

"...The Elder Ping you are talking about is..."

"What a blessing!" The young disciple's eyes widened in surprise, "Aren't you two good friends?"

Without waiting for Jin Baiyu to answer, the young disciple quickly figured it out: I understand. After all, his uncle is also one of the well-known figures in the world of cultivation. Now he has dedicated many years of his writing career to Master Jin and Mr. Yuan.

This is the first love story book in the novel. If it openly admits their deep friendship, wouldn't it cause criticism from others?

Jin Baiyu's lips twitched slightly, and she told the truth: "Elder Ping and I met for the first time today. We only exchanged a few words, so we can't be called friends."

Don't suffer.

She doesn't want to become a source material for such storybook writers.

But the young disciple said with a look of sudden realization: "I understand, Peak Master Jin! You two just met each other, I understand, don't worry, I will definitely not go out and talk nonsense!"

Jin Baiyu: "..." No, you obviously don't understand.

The heat of the sweet porridge had gradually dissipated, and Jin Baiyu was no longer in the mood to drink porridge, so she simply picked up another bowl and fed the former Chang Qi the porridge.

Sure enough, the young disciple who had been chattering just now stopped immediately and stared at their interaction quietly, his little face almost glowing.

Ah.

Based on Jin Baiyu's experience of reading online articles in modern times, she could almost guess what this young disciple was thinking about.

This is the case with CP fans who are obsessed with CP. If there is no sugar, they can use a magnifying glass to find sugar. If given a little sugar, they can directly create a world.

Instead of confronting them, it would be better to quickly feed the porridge and let others take the bowl and leave.

"Hiss--" The man suddenly let out a cry of pain. Jin Baiyu raised her eyelids, and he looked at her innocently, "Jin Baiyu, the porridge down there is a bit hot, can you help me cool it down a little?"

...You are a cultivator and you are still afraid of being burned? Jin Baiyu's expression was strange, and the heat in the eyes of the young disciple behind him soared by dozens of degrees.

To be honest, if he didn't know in his heart that Yuan Chang Qi was the Demon Lord, as a Demon Lord, no matter how much he behaved as a demon, he probably wouldn't have been able to pull off such little tricks - otherwise Jin Baiyu would have almost suspected that this young disciple was Yuan Chang Qi

It was specially arranged.

With a blank expression on her face, she quickly finished feeding the porridge, and then fed Yuan Changqi a few snacks. As if she had been released from prison, Jin Baiyu couldn't wait to help the little disciple pack his things, urging and frightening him.

Got out the door.

At dusk, the daytime temperature drops rapidly.

In just a few breaths, the room became freezing cold. Jin Baiyu helped close the window, thinking that today was over, and turned around to say good night to the Demon Lord who had been praying for most of the day.

The good night I had prepared was not uttered.

The original Chang Qi was half lying on the bed. His pale face was now lighter in color, even showing a bit of bluish white. His eyebrows were tightly knitted to give him a scholarly look, his eyebrows were drooped, and his breathing was rapid.

"...Are you okay? Is it serious again?" Speculating in her mind whether this was the Demon Lord's disguise or a secret, Jin Baiyu hesitantly approached the head of the bed and stretched out her fingers.

As soon as I stretched my fingers in front of him, I felt the hot breath blowing out from the man's nostrils one after another.

Jin Baiyu's heart sank slightly.

Chacha also sank in her mind: "Ah, ah, hurry up and care about him, hurry up and comfort him! Quickly take this opportunity to melt his defenses and remove the tenderness wrapped in his heavy spikes!"

Jin Baiyu: ...What a mess you are, and isn't he the one you care about most? You were on the verge of death a few days ago, why don't you care about his body now?

Chacha said confidently: "This is not a mess. This is the winning rule that I summarized after reading the first hundred articles of the innocent white flower love package shared by my little sisters!"

"Almost 80% of the white-flowered female protagonists have made the male protagonist fall deeply in love with her at this time by relying on her kindness and care, regardless of status or wealth!"

It coughed twice, imitating the tone of the male protagonist in the novel: "Woman, you are the kindest, most innocent, fresh and refined woman I have ever seen. You caught my attention!"

"puff--!"

Jin Baiyu didn't hold back and burst into laughter.

At the same time, the suppressed breathing sounds also stopped.
Chapter completed!