Rebirth in Another World: Enchanting and Chaotic World

"Immortal Lord, you are disrespecting your status by holding me like this. Junior sister is your disciple, so let the disciple do it." Qian Mo stopped him immediately.

He quietly walked around Qian Mo, so fast that people couldn't see his movements clearly, and coldly said "No need."

Nangong Qingyu was happy, although she felt a little bad for Qian Mo.

A warm current passed by, and she actually didn't feel the pain anymore. She looked around and saw that they were in mid-air, and she was in the master's arms. This time the embrace was no longer frighteningly cold, and it was the princess hug she had dreamed of!!!

Her little wolf claws couldn't help but climb up his neck, which seemed more comfortable.

"Let go." He frowned slightly, his voice a little cold.

Nangong Qingyu had no choice but to take off her little wolf claw obediently. She couldn't explain how she felt, but it was more practical to look at the beautiful man more.

Xiao Jifan carried her into a room. She recognized it as his room. She fell asleep that night and didn't see clearly what his room looked like. She sat beside the bed, and there seemed to be some residue left on the bed.

Smelling his faint peach blossom fragrance, I thought his room would be different from other rooms, but to my surprise, it turned out to be exactly the same!

He held a small white bottle in his hand, which should be something like ointment, which made his hands even more white as jade.

He walked to the bed, squatted down, his hair flowing like a waterfall on the ground, and carefully took off her embroidered shoes.

Nangong Qingyu began to lose his composure. Although in this era, seeing a woman's feet is not equivalent to seeing a woman's entire body and being responsible like in ancient China, but after all, he is a superior immortal! She had a small face.

Yihong, what is he going to do? Isn’t he going to give her the medicine himself? Isn’t he??!

When he saw the redness and swelling on her feet, his frown deepened, and he subconsciously picked up the ointment and tried to apply it on her feet.

The cool touch did not come as expected. Xiao Jifan was stunned there, as if he was remembering something. Rich sadness gradually appeared in his dark eyes. He put the ointment on the bed and turned to leave.

She didn't say anything, nor did she show any expression or emotion. She was just thinking about something. After a long time, she picked up the ointment and applied it to her feet.

Penglai Mountain must have been boiling. Many disciples saw that scene. They spread the news to ten and hundreds. In less than half a day, all the disciples knew about it. This matter became a tea talk after dinner.

Later, Ji Lin came forward to suppress the matter, but he didn't ask Xiao Jifan anything. He believed that he would not be passionate about a mortal woman, and it was impossible for him to be passionate.

Speaking of which, the ointment was as effective as a panacea. In just a few days, her injuries were almost healed. She couldn't walk these days, but Xiao Jifan took care of her. She tasted his craftsmanship for the first time.

, this is just a bowl of clear porridge, but it is better than any delicacies from the mountains and seas. At least, this is what he made.

She often asked him: "You are an immortal, why do you want to go to the mortal world to be a prime minister?"

But he always remained silent.

Seeing him like this, every time she knew him without asking, he must have a reason for doing this, but why exactly?

"Master, master, where are you?" Nangong Qingyu shouted in the Eternal Life Palace, her voice getting louder and louder.

"backyard--"

The old man's faint voice came again.

Nangong Qingyu hurriedly ran to the backyard, but the master was not alone. Next to him, there was a woman.