The golden osmanthus planted on both sides of the courtyard are in full bloom, and the slender branches are clustered with orange-yellow flowers, and the breeze is rushing.

A ray of spring light mixed with the fragrance of flowers is thrown into the house through the window.

Lin Huaizhu lay on the bed and practiced in a dream.

There was a sound of messy footsteps outside the door, from far to near, the door was opened after a while, Lin Huaizhu suddenly opened his eyes, and a cold light suddenly appeared.

Two blue-clothed slaves came in, holding Shen Sui with a pale face on their arms.

Lin Huaizhu frowned slightly, and his dark pupils were a little cold. He didn't know what the hell this man was doing.

Recently, Shen Sui's temper has changed drastically, and he goes to him all day long. Lin Huaizhu can't tell what evil thoughts he has, so he sticks a paper-cut on Shen Sui's body every day.

Until the day before yesterday when Shen Sui found the paper kid on his body, although the other party had no doubts, Lin Huaizhu was always cautious, so he withdrew his surveillance.

Shen Sui closed his eyes, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and occasionally a painful moan or two escaped from his throat.

When the servant put him on Lin Huaizhu's bed, he raised his eyelids, his long eyelashes trembling like a weak kitten.

Shen Sui looked around with his eyes closed, and asked, "Why did you carry me to this room?"

One of the young men in blue said in a panic: "Master, you were the one who said you wanted to come to Master Shen Huai's room."

Shen Sui lay on Lin Huaizhu's bed, looking weak and weak, "Did I... say something?"

Afraid of being punished, another servant immediately said, "I said it, you said it yourself."

Shen Sui groaned in vain, and Lian Yanlian said: "Blame me, people usually send things to Xiao Huai, and it's easy to say."

If the Shen family has Shen Sui, even if there is only one share, he will give half of it to Lin Huaizhu.

Shen Sui said this on purpose to remind the little wolf cub that he treats him well.

The servant asked hesitantly, "Then young master... shall we carry you back?"

How could he be miserable when he carried it back?

Shen Sui pretended to sit up, but as soon as he moved, he yelled, "I have to lie back on the bed" pitifully.

"Since you have already carried me here, then stay here first." Shen Sui said weakly, and after speaking, he pretended to ask Lin Huaizhu, "Xiao Huai, don't you mind?"

"Hey, I was whipped by my father several times, and I couldn't move because of the pain. But it's also my fault for treating you badly before, and I deserve my father's punishment today."

Lin Huaizhu was on the bed when Shen Sui was carried in, but now he squeezed him inside.

Lin Huaizhu stared at his beautiful eyes, and his eyes wandered around Shen Sui's back with blood spots, his eyes were quiet and deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

He retracted his gaze and finally spit out three words, "I don't mind."

Hearing this, Shen Sui stopped being polite, pulled the pillow and supported his chin and said to the boy, "Take off my clothes."

If the open flesh sticks to the clothes, it will be troublesome.

The original owner had a bad reputation in Shen's residence, and the servants were very afraid of him. Hearing Shen Sui's order, the two servants bravely stepped forward and carefully stripped off his clothes.

Shen Sui was only wearing a pair of obscene trousers, his upper body was naked, and there were several criss-crossed whip wounds on his back.

The original owner was just a child of a few years old, the skin was tender, his back was covered with blood after a few whips, the flesh and skin were opened, it looked shocking and miserable.

Fortunately, 70% of the pain was shielded, and Shen Sui could barely bear it.

He has a bad relationship with Lin Huaizhu now, so he is naturally worried about entrusting Lin Huaizhu with the task of applying the medicine. What if he messes with the medicine?

After the medicine was applied, Shen Sui took two more pills made by Wang Gu, and Shen Sui lay weakly on the pillow with his head tilted.

The breeze blows outside the window, and a few petals of sweet-scented osmanthus are blown in.

Lin Huaizhu sat on the Luohan couch, separated from Shen Sui by a screen.

Through the layer of gauze painted with bamboo forests, one can vaguely see Lin Huaizhu's beautiful side face, as thin and sparse as a green bamboo.

Already quite temperamental at a young age.

However, Shen Sui was so upset by the injury on his back that he was not in the mood to appreciate the pretty boy at all.

"Xiao Huai." Shen Sui called him in a drawn out tone, his voice weak.

The person behind the screen didn't even move, but the wind outside the window stirred his drooping plain clothes.

Seeing that he ignored him, Shen Sui deliberately said: "Huaihuai, I'm thirsty and want to drink some water."

After calling Huaihuai twice, Lin Huaizhu brought a cup of tea.

Shen Xuxu raised his arm, frowned and whimpered in pain, he looked at Lin Huaizhu purely and innocently.

"My back hurts and I can't lift my arms. You can feed me." Shen Sui opened his mouth and raised his head, as if waiting for a drink and a feed, with pitiful eyes.

Lin Huaizhu glanced at Shen Sui lightly, not being rude, but not gentle, he put the teacup to Shen Sui's lips.

Shen Sui lowered his head slightly and took two sips. He was very satisfied to see that Lin Huaizhu didn't take the opportunity to retaliate and feed him with water all over his mouth and nose.

After drinking half a cup, Shen Sui shook his head, "No more."

Lin Huaizhu didn't say much, and turned around and left.

Putting down the cup, Lin Huaizhu sat back on the Luohan couch.

In less than half a cup of tea, Shen Sui called Lin Huaizhu again, "Xiao Huai."

"This wind makes my back hurt a little, please help me put down the curtain."

"Huaihuai?"

Probably because the name "Huaihuai" was too disgusting, the person behind the screen moved again.

Lin Huaizhu walked around the screen and helped Shen Sui put down the curtains on both sides of the bed with a slumped handsome face.

After half a cup of tea, Shen Sui called Lin Huaizhu for the third time, this time directly calling him Huaihuai.

Shen Sui said weakly: "It's too stuffy to put down the curtain, I can't breathe, please lift one for me, Huaihuai."

Lin Huaizhu had no choice but to stand up again.

Shen Sui looked at his calm face and light eyes, and whistled in his heart.

The little wolf cub was quite tolerant.

Although Lin Huaizhu was young, his facial features were extremely good-looking, and when he pursed his lips and said nothing, he gave off a cool and dignified feeling.

Looking at the little gentleman like jade, the actual heart is very dark, and the thoughts are very heavy.

Shen Sui tossed him back and forth like this, his heart was as calm as he appeared on the surface, and he didn't give Shen Sui a negative favorability point.

Tranquility is by no means because Lin Huaizhu has a broad heart and doesn't like to care about it. On the contrary, he is the kind of crazy critic who must get revenge.

Shen Sui didn't provoke him, it can only show that Lin Huaizhu is not a person who can't control his emotions.

It is capable of great things.

Afterwards, Shen Sui didn't ask Lin Huaizhu to help him do this or that, and lay on the head of the bed and yelled "Oops" from time to time, as if he was terminally ill suffering from great pain.

After selling a few times, Shen Sui fell asleep on his stomach.

After a long silence in the room, Lin Huaizhu quietly walked to the bedside.

The person on the bed slept soundly, half of his face was pressed against the soft pillow, his long eyelashes were drooping, his lips were pale in color, a little sickly, and his neck was so thin that it could be broken with a pinch.

Although the whip wound on Shen Sui's back was covered with good medicine, if it was an ordinary wound, it would start to scab early, but the whip wound of Shen's family was extraordinary..

Lin Huaizhu looked at it quietly for a while, then sat back indifferently.

Shen Sui didn't sleep well, he had a nightmare.

In the dream, he was alone in the mass grave, and all he could see were loess graves, and the ominous black crows croaked harshly, each sound getting worse and piercing the eardrums.

Shen Sui was like the cannon fodder in a ghost movie, running wildly while trying to escape from here.

The originally rammed ground became inexplicably soft, as if something invisible was plowing the ground under his feet.

When Shen Sui was wondering, he suddenly stretched out a hand to grab his ankle.

Shen Sui stood on his head with his hairs on his back, without even thinking about kicking that foot away, he ran forward with trembling legs.

Pairs of huge green-haired arms protruded from the grave and from the ground, crowding and scratching at Shen Sui's ankles and calves.

What the hell is this motherfucker?

Shen Sui panicked and didn't choose his way, and suddenly staggered, he tripped over a thick and swollen hand, and fell into hundreds of pairs of arms, like a lamb into a wolf's pen.

His hands, feet, mouth and nose were tightly bound by those arms, only a pair of eyes were exposed.

Shen Sui opened his eyes wide in horror, gradually feeling suffocated.

A shadow was cast from above his head, and Shen Sui looked up at the person coming.

The other party was about the same size as him, with red lips and white teeth, and an excellent appearance.Maybe it's because of the creepy atmosphere, or maybe because of the angle, the delicate facial features look creepy and terrifying in the deep night.

He is obviously a seven-year-old child, but at this moment, it makes people shudder.

Seeing Lin Huaizhu, Shen Sui calmed down from the extreme panic, because he knew it was a dream.

Lin Huaizhu dragged him into a nightmare to frighten him.

There is such a plot in the novel, the original owner repeatedly troubled Lin Huaizhu and wanted to kill him many times, so Lin Huaizhu sneaked into the original owner's dream to scare him.

After several nights of nightmares, the original owner subconsciously panicked when he saw Lin Huaizhu.

However, this episode should have happened three years later. It stands to reason that Lin Huaizhu has not yet mastered such an advanced skill as dreaming.

What's going on, why is the plot line advanced?

Shen Sui was wrapped more and more tightly by those sticky arms, which made him unable to think calmly.

Although he knew that this was a dream and that the squirming arms on his body were all fake, Shen Sui couldn't overcome people's fear of ghosts——

Thinking: fake, I should calm down.

Body: Fuckfuckfuck, I'm fucking scared to pee.

Shen Sui only saw Lin Huaizhu, but couldn't see the human-shaped black mist behind Lin Huaizhu.

The black mist sticks to Lin Huaizhu's back, and whispers in his ear like a bewitching——

"Don't you hate him? I can help you kill him now, and avenge the bullying in the past."

"Do you want to feel what blood is like? Let me help you."

The cloud of black mist surrounded Lin Huaizhu, and he stuffed a huge ax with a sinister aura into Lin Huaizhu's hand. He manipulated Lin Huaizhu's hand from behind, and raised the giant axe.

In Shen Sui's eyes, a murder weapon suddenly appeared in Lin Huaizhu's hand, and the blade of the ax was facing him.

Shen Sui's eyelids twitched, and he wanted to open his mouth to plead for himself, but he didn't know which salty pig's hand stuffed his stinky hand into his mouth.

Shen Sui felt nauseous.

Seeing Lin Huaizhu's vicious cannon fodder in the novel, Shen Sui only had one word - cool!

Now that he has become vicious cannon fodder, Shen Sui can't feel happy anymore.

That voice was still bewitching Lin Huaizhu, telling him to kill Shen Sui, "Not only him, but I can also help you find the real culprit who killed your entire family, and let them taste your pain too."

Lin Huaizhu's dark eyes fluctuated, his eyelashes were slowly lowered, and his tightly pursed lips showed a bit of shadow.