Quick Wear: Male Supporting Role, Your Wife is Here, Do You Want Her?

Chapter 84 The Immortal Cultivator 8

Zhuo Ziyuan sat back in his original position, with his head lowered, his entire face not in the shadow, like a poor, aggrieved puppy.

But the next moment, Jiang Wan's legs went limp and he fell directly into his arms.

Zhuo Ziyuan subconsciously supported her, "Master, what's wrong with you? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Don't touch me!" Jiang Wan frowned, brushed away Zhuo Ziyuan's hand, and forced himself to stand up.

But she was ultimately powerless and fell back several times in a row. It was not her fault. Her cultivation level had fallen to that of a mortal, and her injuries had not fully healed...

After being scolded by Jiang Wan, Zhuo Ziyuan's hands froze at his sides. He dared not move at all and could only let her rise and fall in his arms.

He was a normal man, and in front of him was the woman he deeply loved, how could he remain calm? Afraid that his master would be angry again, Zhuo Ziyuan could only clamp his legs together and tense his body to prevent her from noticing.

His breathing was stagnant, as if he was trying to hold it in. His hands were clenched into fists, shaking slightly from the force he was exerting.

Unfortunately, the more I want to relax, the more tense I become. The more I force myself not to think about it, the more my mind is filled with those thoughts when I close my eyes.

Finally, Jiang Wan discovered something was wrong and slapped Zhuo Ziyuan in the face with all his might and without mercy.

"Evil disciple, do you want to die?"

Zhuo Ziyuan didn't dare to respond. He just carried Jiang Wan back to the bed to rest and fled from here quickly...

Jiang Wan had lost his cultivation and it was difficult for him to catch up with him. He could only pick up things around him and smash them hard at Zhuo Ziyuan's back.

......

Half a day passed, and Zhuo Ziyuan still didn't dare to go back.

There was not a trace of spiritual energy on the master, and Zhuo Ziyuan was afraid that she would be in danger, so he did not dare to stay too far away from her. He could only hide behind a rock and sneak a peek at her from time to time.

As time passed, Zhuo Ziyuan couldn't help feeling a little anxious. He and his master had been separated for so long, and now he finally had a chance to be together. This opportunity was so rare that he wished he could stick to his master every moment.

But he also knew that if he went back in such a swagger, he would be severely beaten and scolded by his master... No, he had to think of a way!

Seeing Jiang Wan holding his stomach from time to time not far away, Zhuo Ziyuan suddenly came up with a plan. Master has become a mortal now, and he must have three meals a day!

Thinking of this, Zhuo Ziyuan concentrated his energy and clapped his hands twice until blood came out of the corners of his mouth. Then he took out some fresh food from the storage space with satisfaction and ran towards Jiang Wan as if offering a treasure.

Zhuo Ziyuan slid to his knees and tackled Jiang Wan directly. Before Jiang Wan could utter a single curse, the remaining complaints were all stuck in his throat after seeing his miserable state.

"What happened to you? Who hurt you?"

"I'm fine, Master. I was just worried that you'd be hungry, so I thought of finding you something delicious to eat. I was careless and fell into the trap of those people from the Sword Sect!"

Zhuo Ziyuan forced a smile, but the next moment, another mouthful of blood spurted out, shocking Jiang Wan so much that he became extremely flustered and anxiously looked for injuries on his body.

Looking at the food in Zhuo Ziyuan's arms, Jiang Wan was angry and annoyed, "Is it worth it for you to take risks just for these things? Why didn't you ask me earlier? I have them all in my storage ring. Is your brain a decoration? We killed Shen Wanyi, and Cang Shu must have set up a trap outside. If you go out now, aren't you courting death?"

Facing Jiang Wan's series of questions, Zhuo Ziyuan did not refute, but just lowered his eyes and looked at her pitifully.

In fact, I was already very happy in my heart, haha, he finally fooled me about what happened this morning!

But how could he know that the best hunters always appear in the form of prey. Jiang Wan saw clearly on the light screen everything he just did. Without her active cooperation, who could Zhuo Ziyuan deceive with his poor acting skills?

Seeing Zhuo Ziyuan's almost unable to suppress his smile, Jiang Wan continued to touch him with a distressed look on his face, "My cultivation has regressed to that of a mortal now, and I can't help you heal your wounds. How do you feel now? Are you seriously injured?"

These words seemed to have awakened Zhuo Ziyuan invisibly. He immediately coughed violently a few times and held Jiang Wan's hand to his chest. "Master, even if I am seriously injured, so what? As long as Master is fine, I am willing to die!"

Seeing Zhuo Ziyuan whining, Jiang Wan mocked him crazily in his heart, but his face became more and more worried. He was so concerned about Zhuo Ziyuan's injuries that he didn't even notice his overstepping actions.

......

Jiang Wan was indeed hungry, so she was very happy that Zhuo Ziyuan came back. She had the ingredients and was just waiting for Zhuo Ziyuan to come back to cook.

As if to prove his acting skills, Zhuo Ziyuan would cough from time to time even while cooking. At the beginning, Jiang Wan would pretend and greet him with concern, but later, she simply lay back on her bedding, turned over and slept with her back to him.

"I'm a little tired. Call me when dinner is ready."

Zhuo Ziyuan agreed quickly.

After eating and drinking, Jiang Wan lay back on her bed, with her hands behind her head, staring into the void above.

As a cultivator, Zhuo Ziyuan did not need to sleep, but he took advantage of his injury and shamelessly spread a piece of cloth on the ground and lay down next to Jiang Wan.

Jiang Wan looked into the void, while Zhuo Ziyuan rested his head on his arms and looked at her sideways.

Master is so pretty, Zhuo Ziyuan is so happy. In the past when he was in the Sword Sect, he never had the chance to look at Master closely! Although the underground environment of this abyss is harsh and no grass grows, if he can always look at Master like this and stay with Master, he would like to live here for a hundred or eighty years...

Zhuo Ziyuan's gaze was too intense, and it was hard for Jiang Wan not to notice it. She had insisted on ignoring it for so long, which was considered as giving him face.

Jiang Wan slowly turned his head to look at him and said calmly, "Zhuo Ziyuan, don't stare at me like that."

Zhuo Ziyuan's figure suddenly froze for a moment. He retracted his gaze inconspicuously and looked around nonchalantly, but his posture towards Jiang Wan did not change at all.

This might be the closest he has ever been to his master. He has so many things in his heart, so how could he miss this rare opportunity?

"Master, you don't hate me, right?" Zhuo Ziyuan's voice was low and hoarse, and he glanced at her with burning eyes.

Jiang Wan closed his eyes and didn't want to say anything more.

Seeing that Jiang Wan didn't say anything, Zhuo Ziyuan became a little bolder. "You said before that it was against human ethics for a master and a disciple to fall in love, and then you said that you didn't have a disciple like me. So we are not a master and a disciple now. Wan... Wanwan, do you want to give me a chance?"