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"How...how is that possible," Hua Ze couldn't believe it, "Who is it, is it..."
"Master?"
Seeing Chu Yuncheng nod slightly, Hua Ze's face turned extremely ugly, and his tone was indeed very light: "Why isn't it you?"
Hua Ze is not someone with a good temper, but in front of Chu Yuncheng, he has always controlled his temper well. But this time, Hua Ze is really angry.
The feeling of being flooded by the sea and struggling to breathe is not pleasant.
At that time, he really hoped to see Chu Yuncheng, even if it meant facing death.
Facing Hua Ze's questioning, Chu Yuncheng remained silent for a moment before answering lightly, "It's the same for anyone."
The same for anyone, the same for anyone...
Hua Ze was obviously dissatisfied with this answer, so he let go of Chu Yuncheng's arm and threw out a sentence, "Since it's the same, why don't I just ask the sect leader to be my master," and left angrily.
"Bang—" Hua Ze suddenly kicked open the door, strode into the room, then turned back and stood at the door, not finding Chu Yuncheng's figure. He could only retreat back into the room and firmly close the door.
Calm down, calm down...
Hua Ze knew that what he needed most at the moment was to calm down, but he couldn't calm down at all. So he went to pour a glass of water and drank it all in one gulp.
Afterwards, Hua Ze stared at the cup in his hand for a long time, unable to come to his senses. Suddenly, he exerted force, and the cup in his hand shattered, and blood dripped onto the floor, drop by drop.
Hua Ze Waking up sober, opening his hand, looking at the blood-soaked palm, only the corners of his mouth are upturned.
Hua Ze Found some gauze and did a simple bandage.
Hua Ze It's important to ensure the bandage is done well, and also to ensure that blood seeps onto the gauze.
If there's not enough blood, press and squeeze until even if more wounds are made, the blood soaked into the gauze satisfies Hua Ze. As the sky darkens, "thud thud" the knocking on the door continued, but no one opened it, and no one answered.
After exchanging a glance, the two of them tacitly pushed open the door. When they saw Hua Ze lying on the bed with bandaged hands, Chu Yuncheng quickly stepped forward to check. This time, Gong Jing was a step behind. The sudden touch startled Hua Ze, but upon seeing that it was Chu Yuncheng, he was overjoyed in his heart, though he forced himself to remain calm on the surface.
Hua Ze wanted to sit up, but for a moment forgot about the injury on his hand, which made him frown in pain.
"What happened to your hand?" Gong Jing asked with great concern as he unwrapped the bandage.
"It's my own clumsiness. I accidentally fell just now, not only breaking the teacup, but also... stabbing my hand," Hua Ze said, avoiding looking directly at Chu Yuncheng, and fell silent.
Gong Jing felt heartbroken and got up, saying, "This bandaging won't do! No, I'll go get some medicine. It'll be bad if it leaves a scar."
" Yuncheng, you stay here and make sure he doesn't touch this hand again. I'll be right back," Gong Jing said urgently before leaving.
Indoors, only the master and disciple remained. Chu Yuncheng kept his gaze fixed on Hua Ze's injured hand.
"How did you get hurt?" Chu Yuncheng suddenly asked Hua Ze.
Hua Ze frowned in confusion, pouted as if in a huff, and seemed to want to ignore it, but couldn't hold back.
"My hand is injured like this, and you still doubt me!?"
Hua Ze hmphed and turned his head.
"Hua Ze." Upon hearing his name called by Chu Yuncheng, Hua Ze immediately turned back, and the two of them locked eyes. Chu Yuncheng remained as cold as ever, showing no emotion. "Not exposing you doesn't mean I don't know. I hope there won't be a next time," Chu Yuncheng said, then turned to the side.
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