The goddess of luck in fast wear is so handsome

Chapter 124 Accepting a Stupid Apprentice 2
Yechen came back to his senses, and immediately looked down at the steamed stuffed bun in his hand.

It was stuffed with pork and cabbage. Since it was just bought, it was still very hot, and the blood on his palm, which had been congealed with blood, was scalded again with bright red blood.

The blood was rushing, and it soon stained the bun wrapped in oiled paper in his hand, and the white bun was dyed red.

Seeing this, the immortal master Qing Leng who handed him the steamed stuffed bun took it back expressionlessly, "It's dirty. I'll buy another two later."

As he said, he turned around with the buns in hand and was about to go back to the bun stand again.

"Wait!" Seeing this, Yechen grabbed the immortal master in a panic and said, "It's not dirty. The immortal master should give it to me! Don't waste it!"

While speaking, he stretched out his hands forcefully and snatched the steamed stuffed bun from Immortal Master Qing Leng's hand, threw away the greased paper bag, and started to eat big mouthfuls, regardless of the blood and dust on his hands.

The way of eating is fast and fierce.

It was obvious that he was very hungry and hadn't eaten for many days, or he had never eaten such a delicious big bun in his whole life.

Even if he choked on a few stutters, he couldn't bear to cough and spit out the buns.

Instead, he swallowed abruptly.

His face was completely red from eating, and he was about to cough or not. At this moment, a palm fell on his back and stroked him gently. The warm spiritual power immediately stroked his internal organs along his meridians. , to adjust his breath, and the bun that almost choked him to death.

"It's not enough, there's more. Eat slowly." The cold order followed from above his head.

He froze, and paused for a moment while biting the bun.

No one noticed how sophisticated and complicated the look in his lowered head and eyes was, making it difficult to distinguish ghosts and tricks.

Why is he?
Could it be him?
Mo Qinghuan!
The leader who really forced him into the evil way in his previous life, his good master!
A ruthless and cold-blooded, self-important, despised his humble birth, but a hypocritical master who had to accept him under the order of the head of the sect!

A sanctimonious hypocrite!
Why is he the one who appears here at this time?
Bite by mouth mechanically biting the bun, Yechen couldn't figure it out, his doubts only increased, and he even began to wonder if his deduction just now was wrong?

He wasn't actually born again?
But he clearly remembered that he had already been struck to death by Jie Lei.

How could he still be alive?

It was still at this place again, with the same peddler, the same uncle who bought buns, and his injuries.

He is the only son of the sister of the head of the Yunyin Sect. Because his parents were hunted down and died tragically, he became an orphan and begged everywhere since he was a child. On this day, Yechen remembered in his previous life that the head of the Yunyin Sect personally found him. .

Mo Qinghuan, he didn't see Mo Qinghuan until he entered Yunyinmen later.

It stands to reason that he shouldn't be here at this moment.

While thinking about it, the two buns in his hand were quickly finished.

Yechen raised his head again, but he didn't notice when his body felt less pain, and when he retracted the hand on his back that delivered spiritual power to heal his injuries.

He was a little absent-minded, pretending to be grateful and kowtowed to Mo Qinghuan, "Thank you, Master Immortal!"

"Do you want more?" Qing Leng only asked lightly.

Yechen shook his head, endured the pain and tried to prop up his body and change to a more decent sitting posture.

In his previous life, he had been a lowly bastard for this person all his life, and he was not a good thing on the table.

Perhaps it was because he was reborn, recalling the most of his wronged life, he suddenly didn't want to bow down to others anymore.

Anyway, no matter what he did, in Mo Qinghuan's eyes, he was a lowly brat who couldn't get on the stage.

Although he is his master, he has never looked down on him as an apprentice.

I never wished that he could die outside.

Thinking about it, maybe relying on the hatred in his heart, he actually managed to sit up with his body propped up, and changed from lying prone to sitting facing Mo Qinghuan.

This state made him feel much better.

Even the forbearance between the eyebrows is a little less.

"The great kindness of the immortal master, if there is a chance, Xiaomin will definitely risk his life to repay it." With a forced smile, Ye Chen said hypocritically.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, that Qing Leng Xianshi made another surprising move towards him.

　Mo Qinghuan is the heroine~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)