Are you really trying to cultivate immortality? Something feels off.

Shen Chunri glanced at it and reminded her, "Xie Kunkun, Xiao Tan's recovery is quick, the root..."

There's no need to stop the bleeding in the first place.

Moreover, she had already dealt with it for someone else.

Before he could finish speaking, Yu Xintang covered his mouth.

"Hmm?" She opened her eyes wide and turned her head to look.

Yu Xintang chuckled awkwardly, gritting her teeth as she said, "It's alright, don't worry about it. Xie Weixing, quickly hold him down. If he bleeds too much, it'll be bad for his health. She's sick, don't mind her. Come on, Little Snake, let's have a chat."

Nie Zhao twitched the corner of his mouth, watching him perform enthusiastically.

Tan Suiting received a wink from Yu Xintang and looked down. He saw a hint of worry in Xie Weixing's usually carefree eyes.

He immediately stopped himself from saying he was fine, his long, thick eyelashes drooping, casting a shadow of grievance: "...Senior brother, it hurts."

Nie Zhao:

Isn't this acting a bit over the top?

Even she noticed it.

Unfortunately, Xie Weixing didn't realize it.

"Does it hurt?" He frowned slightly, turned his head and began to call out, "Little snake—"

Shen Chunri, whose mouth was surrounded by red marks from Yu Xintang's touch, trotted back with a chuckle. He seemed honest, but his eyes were mischievous: "I've already given him medicine to stop the bleeding and speed up his recovery. But this pain is normal. If you get hit, you'll feel pain too. If you take a hit for someone else, you'll feel pain too, right?"

Xie Weixing:

Who should I call?

"Little Dragon actually shielded you from those filthy, smelly corpses! These stinking, filthy corpses!" Yu Xintang poked at the air with her finger. "My God, I wonder if someone will even appreciate it!"

Nie Zhao suppressed a smile and cleared his throat: "Um, Xiao Nai, why don't you take Xiao Long to the carriage to rest?"

The maid was very perceptive and quickly came down, saying, "Please, gentlemen."

Shen Chunri nodded repeatedly: "Okay, you guys go ahead, I won't go. I suddenly feel like taking a walk."

Xie Weixing ignored them, put his arm around Tan Suiting, and whispered, "Can we go up? Do you want me to carry you?"

Tan Suiting shook his head, his profile was aloof and clean, the lines of his face sloping down from below his ear to his chin, sharp and clear, without a trace of excess flesh.

Yu Xintang raised an eyebrow and exchanged a glance with Shen Chunri.

The next moment, the two of them simultaneously started making sarcastic, mocking noises, their voices extremely low: "Do you want me to hug you~"

Nie Zhao kicked Yu Xintang in the butt.

"Ah!" he hissed, then roared, "Nie Zhao! My new clothes!"

"Get on your horse, don't be stupid."

Yu Xintang was shocked: "What shape am I to be able to roll onto a horse?"

Nie Zhao snapped, "Are you fucking getting out of here or not?!"

"I won't roll away," Yu Xintang said, rubbing her chin. Before Nie Zhao could draw his sword, she quickly turned around. "I'm going to climb up anyway."

Nie Zhao:

She dared not look at the future of the Feng Hua Sect.

*

Xie Weixing leaned the person against the soft cushion in the car.

Tan Suiting didn't say much, but kept his eyes downcast, staring at his fingertips, his thin lips slightly pursed, looking like a wronged little wife who dared not speak.

Xie Weixing's conscience was truly aching.

No one can face such a Little Dragon Palace without feeling guilty.

"Dragon Lord," he said gently, "would you like some water?"

Yu Xintang was a typical capitalist playboy, and the decoration of his carriage was anything but casual.

Tan Suiting nodded and raised his hand to take the water offered to him, but halfway through, he remembered that his left shoulder was injured, so he paused and took it with his right hand instead.

……

Has anyone ever told this dragon that he never lies?

Xie Weixing raised an eyebrow slightly: "I'll feed you."

Tan Suiting pursed her lips, raised her chin, and took the water he offered.

Xie Weixing held his hands up as if intentionally or unintentionally, while the faint sounds of Nie Zhao and the other two talking outside drifted over from afar. His wrist swayed back and forth with the slight movement of the carriage.

Tan Suiting was being held in his arms, making it difficult for him to move. He raised his chin again and again, his high nose bridge bathed in a thin light, but he still couldn't touch the rim of the cup.

After two rounds, he realized that Xie Weixing was deliberately teasing him. His thin lips formed a calm curve, and he looked angry.

I'm not drinking anymore.

"Why aren't you drinking?" Xie Weixing asked him calmly.

Tan Suiting turned her face away, not looking at him, her voice slightly hoarse: "I'm not thirsty, take it."

"You're getting angry now," Xie Weixing said, putting the teacup back on the rosewood table. The bottom of the cup fell with a soft sound. She then reached out and turned his shoulder. The wound had clearly healed. "You pretended to be in pain so I would worry about you and comfort you, didn't you? Actually, your injury is already healed. You don't need any more medicine."

Bad kid.

The previous Little Dragon Palace had never lied to him.

Now, only four years have passed since we last met, yet he keeps spouting lies one after another.

Who corrupted the dragon while he was away?

Yu Xintang? Or Shen Chunri? Could it be an unknown creature from the depths of Longyuan?

Xie Weixing's eyebrows are sparse and not too angular, making him look gentle and easygoing. But when he gets angry, they can be quite sharp.

"Why can't I say I'm in pain? I am in pain. Even if I'm not in pain now, I was just now," Tan Suiting answered through gritted teeth, raising his gaze, his jaw slightly clenched. He was extremely heartbroken, yet coldly and stubbornly refused to show weakness. "Even my second senior brother feels sorry for me. Don't you feel any pain?"

"Where haven't I doted on you? Who has spoiled you more than me?" Xie Weixing curled his lips, his peach blossom eyes, which always held a faint smile when he looked at people, turned completely cold as he coldly replied, "Yu Xintang said one thing, and you've forgotten all the good I did for you before. Tan Suiting, isn't your dragon clan's memory a bit too bad?"

Tan Suiting's fingers froze.

His senior called him by his full name. His senior disliked him again.

Just like that day at the Sword Tomb, just like in the disciples' courtyard.

Why? What did he do wrong?

He went to Longyuan for seclusion and training, he shielded Xie Weixing from pain. He did all this just so that Xie Weixing would cherish him more, not neglect him, not distance himself from him, not leave him, not stop holding his hand, and not dislike him.

What did he do wrong? Why did Xie Weixing treat him like this?

"Second Senior Brother is better to me than you are," Tan Suiting said, lowering his eyes, deliberately trying to provoke him, even stubbornly calling him by his full name, "Xie Weixing, you are the worst person to me."

Xie Weixing looked at him, then burst into laughter from anger, a slight stinging sensation creeping onto her nose: "Fine, then go find your second senior brother. I've been mean to you, so don't come looking for me again!"

He then got up to leave.

"I haven't finished speaking yet," Tan Suiting had never argued with his senior brother so fiercely before. Seeing that the man was about to leave, he panicked, grabbed his hand and pulled him back. The movement was so big that it almost knocked over all the teacups on the table. "Why do you keep talking about me? Can't I talk about you?"

Xie Weixing was pressed down on the soft cushions, his back digging into the interior of the carriage. His voice suddenly tightened, and he frowned angrily, saying, "What's wrong with me saying a few words to you? Can't I say anything? You're as precious as an ox. You say a few words and you have to tell me that Yu Xintang treats you better. Just because I can't afford to offend you doesn't mean I can't? Are you trying to rebel? Tan Suiting, have you gone too far?!"

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ovo mini-drama ovo

Young Master (eyes wide): Little Dragon! How dare you anger your senior brother like this! (picks up the Four Directions Sword) I'll teach you a lesson today! I must teach you a lesson today! I'll teach you a lesson right now!

Xiao Long (sat there looking aggrieved, without saying a word)

Lion (observing the world with a cold eye): Let's see how long you jump around here before you can touch a single hair on his head.

The young master (awkwardly withdrawing his four-sided weapon): Uh, hehe, you can't hit children, they'll easily get hurt.

Little Snake (rubbing its hands together): Hehe, I'll do it then! Hoohoo!

Phoenix (grabbing the snake's tail, expressionless): Shut up, all of you! The entire sect is ruined because of you and this lion!

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Do you guys like watching short skits? If you do, I'll keep them and show them occasionally.

Little Lion (bowing weakly with his mother, as if he were a non-Newtonian fluid): Hey...you guys better send some love to my mom...