Chapter 34: Thirty-fourth

Qiu Yutong gently lifted the curtains inside and looked in.
Lu Xiao lay on the low collapse against the wall, her eyes closed, her face extremely pale, and her chest was scattered on the snow-white placket, and there was a little dark blood stains.
Qiu Yutong felt a slight pain in his heart and barely endured the weakness of his legs. He walked lightly and sat down beside the couch.
"Master ..."
His little apprentice's eyebrows were clenched, and his expression was very painful.
Qiu Yutong was a little afraid of waking up Lu Xiao, but was really distressed. After a moment of hesitation, he lightly touched the apprentice's hair, with a little appeasement.
It was just such a soft touch that Lu Xiao suddenly shuddered, and then opened his eyes vaguely.
His expression was dazed, and it seemed that he was not completely awake: "Master?"
Qiu Yutong looked at the apprentice's eyes, and his heart was sour and soft. Those dark eyes were foggy, almost staring at himself with confusion, and he seemed helpless to the extreme.
He was distressed for a while, and even regretted using Lu Xiao's heart and blood, but there was no way but to comfort him softly: "Master is here."
Lu Xiao looked at him blankly, and suddenly said dumbly: "... I'm sorry."
"Sorry?" Qiu Yutong blinked inexplicably. "Xiao'er, what nonsense are you talking about?"
He doubted whether Lu Xiao had a fever and couldn't help but touch the forehead of the little apprentice.
Uh, it seems there is no fever?
With cold fingers on the warm forehead, Lu Xiao shuddered violently, and his eyes finally became clear: "Master."
"Well, I'm here." Qiu Yutong responded casually and wondered, "No fever. Are you sleepy?"
Lu Xiao looked a little guilty, and didn't seem to dare to look at Qiu Yutong in general: "It's nothing."
Qiu Yutong looked at Lu Xiao seriously for a moment, and did not see anything unusual. He estimated that most of this little apprentice had lost too much blood, and his brain was confused.
Thinking of this, Qiu Yutong couldn't help but sigh: "Xiao'er, these days, you are suffering."
"No." Lu Xiao lowered his head, sulking.
"Well, let's go back and rest."
...
That night, a sudden downpour rain suddenly started, and the bright lightnings followed one after another, and the tumult of thunder and thunder rolled across the sky as if the chariot was running over from the heart.
Qiu Yutong meditated on the bed with his eyes closed, carefully feeling the weak spiritual power in the body, like the trickle of the stream, washing the body's weak meridians over and over again.
"Knock!" The door of the bedroom rang twice.
Qiu Yutong opened his eyes and looked towards the door.
Lu Xiao stood at the door of the bedroom, his long fingers squeezing a pillow tightly, and his eyes shifted: "Master, I ... can I sleep with you?"
"How old are you?" Qiu Yutong was a little speechless and a little funny. The boy now clearly doesn't like to be close to people, but when he meets thunderstorm days, he is exactly the same as when he was years old.
In fact, when Lu Xiao was a teenager, thunderstorm days came to drill his bed, he was not happy anymore, he also reprimanded two