Stay with me, I rely on the childbearing system to get pregnant and dote on me alone

Under the flickering candlelight, the two of them were so close that they could smell each other's breath.

Chajiu took a close look at Xuan Canglan's face.

The young man had engraved sword-shaped eyebrows, eyes like stars at night, and the skin on his face looked unhealthy and pale.

He was clearly young, but there was a trace of gloom and hostility between his eyebrows.

Cha Jiu withdrew his gaze and said calmly: "Don't worry, I won't go crazy and attack a 13-year-old child."

Xuan Canglan rarely blushed: "I'm not worried about this, I'm worried about the impact on Master's reputation."

"I've been called a demon sect witch, so why should I pursue fame?" Cha Jiu sneered.

She pointed to the large bed that could accommodate five or six people, and said, "Go to sleep, you have training tomorrow morning."

Seeing her continuing to write, Xuan Canglan couldn't help but ask, "What about you?"

"I'm still a little short of finishing it." Chajiu rubbed his head, "Go to sleep."

This time her tone was gentler.

Xuan Canglan had no choice but to get on the bed alone and sleep on the pillow.

He turned his body to the side where Cha Jiu could be seen and looked at her back quietly.

Eyelids are getting heavy.

Consciousness fell into nightmare again.

He seemed to be running, but no matter what, he could not escape from the dungeon where Xuan Baiyu imprisoned him.

Desperate, trembling.

"Canglan, Canglan, don't be afraid."

Xuan Canglan seemed to have fallen into a warm and soft embrace while half asleep and half awake.

"I'm here, Canglan, and I will always protect you."

The man's voice sounded like his ruthless master, but his words were so gentle.

She kept holding him tightly, calling his name one after another, leading him out of the dark dungeon.

He walked toward the light, opened the door, and saw vast mountains and rivers, a sunny day, and the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers.

He saw the master in mysterious clothes standing on the edge of the cliff where the sun was shining, and asked him with a smile:

"Canglan, come to me and be my only disciple, okay?"

Xuan Canglan's eyes were red in the dream, and without any further hesitation, he strode up and hugged her.

"Okay, Master, I am willing to sacrifice everything for you, as long as you never abandon me."

……

Xuan Canglan slowly woke up from a deep dream.

The rare good sleep made him feel the long-lost laziness and comfort, and the mental and physical fatigue since his rebirth was wiped away.

He opened his eyes and found that he was sleeping in the middle of the bed.

Cha Jiu sat on the edge of the bed, flipping through the book in his hand.

"Are you awake?" Her eyes never left the page.

His attitude was indifferent, as if everything last night was his imagination.

But at this time, Xuan Canglan's tone was sour: "You slept so deeply last night, the protector held you in his arms all night."

Xuan Canglan was stunned, and rarely responded to his original consciousness: "Master hugged me all night?"

Body: "Yes, you kept having nightmares last night, so I stopped writing and came to comfort you. You are so shameless, just roll into my arms."

Xuan Canglan: "...Did I talk in my sleep?"

It would be bad if he told me what happened in his previous life.

Ontology: "That's a lot to say."

Xuan Canglan's heart skipped a beat.

Body: "You have been calling Master, and asked her not to abandon you, and said that you would listen to her in everything. No, why are you acting like a baby like this? Didn't you tell me not to be sincere towards the protector some time ago?"

Shameless! big liar!

Xuan Canglan was silent.

The main body felt aggrieved: "You still hold on to the Lord Protector's hand, you despicable and shameless pervert."

Xuan Canglan: "You also have a share in this body. Don't you feel anything when I hold Master's hand?"

Ontology: "...Yes."

Xuan Canglan sneered in his heart.

"I was just disturbed by a nightmare last night, and I didn't even realize whose hand I was holding. To live my life again, my goal is to practice the ninth level of Qingxu Jue, become the strongest person in the world, and overcome the torture I suffered in my previous life. Give it back to Xuan Baiyu a hundred times."

Xuan Canglan's heart was as cold as iron, as if he was warning his own consciousness and also reminding himself.

"I will never trust anyone again."

The main body was sadly silent.

Chajiu finally finished reading the book in her hand. She balled up the book and the messy rice paper on the table and threw them all into Xuan Canglan's arms.

"This book is an auxiliary mental method for Qingxu Jue. You can read it when you have time. Use it in conjunction with the detailed explanations I wrote. You should be able to enter the third level in half a year." Chajiu said.

Xuan Canglan pursed his lips, stood up and thanked him.

The main body said faintly: "My lord stayed up all night last night, helping you to exercise your energy and regulate your breath, and also to search for auxiliary mental methods for you."

Xuan Canglan looked up at Chajiu, and sure enough, she saw a light blue color under her eyes and fatigue between her eyebrows.

"Master."

"Ok?"

"It's nothing."

Xuan Canglan didn't say anything in the end and walked out of Wuwang Building with his thoughts on his mind.

But he turned back halfway.

He went to the small kitchen to make a bowl of snow fungus sweet porridge for Chajiu.

The snow fungus is moist, the red dates are sweet, the warm porridge has a sweet fragrance, the crystal clear white and the red dotted in it complement each other, making your index fingers twitch when you look at it and smell it.

But Xuan Canglan just quietly placed the sweet porridge at the door and left without saying a word.

It seemed that if he didn't send it in with his own hands, it wouldn't be considered soft-hearted on his part.

In the room, the system prompted: "Chacha, Xuan Canglan's favorability has reached 15.00%."

Cha Jiu watered the orchids on the window sill leisurely, the corners of her lips slightly raised.

……

With Cha Jiu's secret of organization, Xuan Canglan's cultivation progressed rapidly.

Soon, he was able to master Tsing Yi Shi's training program with ease.

But Xuan Baiyu made no progress and was extremely depressed.

He found an excuse to take leave and came to the back mountain alone.

On the winding staircase path along the mountain, there was a short old man cleaning fallen leaves.

From time to time there are some green-dressed attendants passing by.

When Xuan Baiyu passed him, he pretended to drop his sword.

The old man picked up the sword and called out to him: "Master Qingyi, your things have fallen."

"Thank you." Xuan Baiyu turned around and took the sword with a smile. When no one was around, he whispered to the old man:

"Xuan Yue doesn't trust me. My face has no effect on her, and she is not willing to let me practice Qingxu Art."

The old man was surprised: "You have been with Xuan Yue for several months, and you haven't come into contact with Qingxu Jue yet?"

Xuan Baiyu's face looked a little ugly.

He knew that his father would be disappointed if the news came back to Mingjian Villa through the hidden stakes.

His half-brothers and sisters would also look down on him and think he was extremely incompetent.

So he chose to blame Xuan Canglan for all this.

"Xuan Yue is partial to another apprentice, and that person happens to have some beef with me." Xuan Baiyu said.

The old man suddenly realized: "It seems that it is because of that person's slander. So, just get rid of him."

Xuan Baiyu: "Just in time, I will go on a mission with him in seven days. I also ask you, Mr. Song, to go back and discuss with your father, and send someone to ambush Xuan Canglan..."

The two quickly plotted a plan to assassinate Xuan Canglan.

At the cliff training ground on the other side, Xuan Yi Shi placed a blank wooden sign in Xuan Canglan's hand.

"You are ready to go on missions. You can write your name on this wooden sign and hang it on the mission board. From now on, it will represent the completion of your mission."

Waiter Xuanyi also warned: "Write carefully. This wooden sign cannot be replaced at will after it is hung up. It will follow you for a long time." Xuan Canglan naturally knew it.

In his previous life, when he was a servant in blue, he was not yet the master's disciple and had no name.

So at that time, I could only write the word "无" crookedly on the wooden sign.

No name, no surname, no worries.

He couldn't write at the time, and even the word "无" was ugly.

Everyone was laughing at him.

Until later, his wooden sign appeared in higher and higher positions.

The higher the position, the higher the number and difficulty of tasks completed, and the higher the status among peers.

He climbed to the first place among the servants in green clothes, then to the first place among the servants in black clothes, and finally to the first place among the servants in white clothes.

No one in Wuji Palace dared to make fun of him anymore.

Xuan Canglan hung the empty wooden sign on his waist and walked back to Wuwang Building.

Cha Jiu is not here.

Xuan Canglan happened to run into Xuan Baiyu who had just returned.

Xuan Baiyu had already discussed the plan for seven days with Mr. Song, and now in his eyes, Xuan Canglan was already a corpse.

So his tone became more relaxed and he said provocatively: "Xuan Canglan, why is your wooden sign empty?"