After completing level 1, Tiandao wants to hire me as CEO?

Shen Junlin did not accept the three people's apologies. He listened expressionlessly and left as if he had completed his task.

Yueshu Diji chased out of the crowd, her ears were red, but it was hard to see because she was wearing exaggerated crystal butterfly ear clips.

She walked beside Shen Junlin, glanced at him and quickly lowered her head, her voice was pleasant, with a hint of nervous swallowing.

"Your master is very cool when he protects you."

Shen Junlin originally wanted to leave in a big move and was unwilling to get involved with others.

But when I heard someone praising Master, I couldn't help but slow down and say thank you.

He pursed his lips and raised the corners, his eyes became gentle, and his voice was lowered and suddenly softened, making it unbearable.

"I know, Master has always been very good."

Listening to the smiling voice, Yueshu Diji became even more nervous, her heartbeat was beating like a drum, and she was completely speechless.

By the time she came to her senses, he was already gone.

Yueshu slapped herself hard, what a rare opportunity, why are you so unlucky?

After leaving, Shen Junlin walked around, but found that he didn't know the master's new residence at all.

He ground his back molars, his eyes darkened, and he hated the gossip even more.

Xie Qingjun picked up Shen Junlin on Palace West Avenue.

The man squatted quietly under the crimson palace wall, wearing silver-gray clothes, looking around eagerly, like a Persian cat that was accidentally left behind.

"Lin'er, why are you squatting here?"

Xie Qingyun stepped forward, gently pulled him up, and tidied the man's hair.

She is now the gentle and considerate master of the male protagonist named Shen, instead of the unstable master of the male protagonist surnamed Lou.

As for Lou Xingzhou, she has set up a monitoring array so that she can immediately detect if something goes wrong. Besides, she also has a book of rules that she can check via video at any time.

Shen Junlin looked around, and when he found no one there, he lifted up his sleeves pitifully and stretched out his arms.

"Master, my disciple feels so hurt. They are so fierce. I almost didn't beat him..."

Xie Qingyun:? ? ?

Little question mark Do you have many friends?

Why did Gentle God Son get the Green Tea script?

No matter how doubtful she was, she could not destroy her character. She had a heartbroken look on her face, wanting to touch but not daring to touch him. Finally, she frowned and looked at him with a hint of sadness in her deep and mysterious silver eyes.

"Lin'er, can I help you with my master's blowing?"

Before Shen Junlin could react, the soft wind fell on the wound, and a numbness spread through the wound to everywhere.

Seeing the distressed look on the woman's hand holding him, Shen Junlin's ears instantly turned red and hot.

It seemed like her lips had turned into a kiss and landed on him.

He always wanted to be closer to his master, even closer.

At this moment, he finally understood what he wanted.

He hoped that their relationship would start from master and apprentice, but not end at master and apprentice!

"Lin'er, why are you looking at me like this?"

Facing the woman's doubtful gaze, Shen Junlin quickly suppressed the rebellious thoughts in his heart, fearing that the clues would be revealed and that she would alienate him.

She is his master!

Rescue him from the cold palace, let him be fed, clothed, and cared for, teach him how to practice, and give him the ability to take revenge. Like a father and a mother, the master has the grace to rebuild!

"It's nothing, I just feel that Master is very powerful and it won't hurt much after blowing on it."

Shen Junlin retracted his arm and slowly straightened his sleeves.

The woman smiled helplessly, "It's not that magical. I still need some medicine. Let's go back first."

Seeing the direction she was walking, Shen Junlin couldn't help but ask:

"Master, why don't you go to your residence?"

"I?"

Xie Qingyun pretended to be surprised and chuckled, "I am temporarily staying in the inn as a teacher. The injury is serious, so you should not worry about it so much."

I'm asking Tianzong, baby!

The master sits on Yaoyue Peak, which covers an area of ​​more than 10 million square kilometers. It is such a big mountain top, with countless beautiful buildings, pavilions and pavilions, and is as beautiful as a fairyland.

Being a teacher and having the next head of Wentian Sect as a dedicated chef is not more comfortable than Laoshizi Inn?

It's just a bit troublesome to run back and forth.

But is this what I can tell you?

Returning to Qingshi Mansion (named Elder Qingjun in the Xuanwu Sect and honored as Master in the Sunset Dynasty), Xie Qingyun gave Shen Junlin some medicine.

She certainly had a way to recover from her injuries more quickly, but it wasn't necessary.

Just like a ball of alcohol cotton can do the job, why use thousands of good medicines?

This is not the way to waste money!

What's more, it doesn't fit the development of the plot. The master in the original script, and it should be said that almost all the masters in the main plot, have a cultivation level around the transformation of gods.

How could her methods be compared to cheating?

Xie Qingyun picked up a small dollop of snow cream with her index finger. The light blue paste had a Hetian jade-like texture and exuded a rich magnolia fragrance.

Shen Junlin's attention was attracted by that hand.

The woman's hands were gleaming white, with a layer of hazy brilliance lingering around them, and her knuckles were slender and slender, without a trace of redundancy.

The nails are trimmed and rounded, with a light pink color, as if they have a peach petal attached to them.

The snow cream was cool, and her fingertips were also cool. When it fell on the burning wound, it caused waves of shivers.

Shen Junlin's mind became more and more distant, as if he saw a woman's delicate fingertips tracing across his chest...

His fists clenched instantly, and he could not sit still. He caught a glimpse of her cold and sacred face from the corner of his eye, and wanted to run away.

"All right."

The two words were like a spell that unlocked the restriction. Shen Junlin ran away without saying a word, leaving Xie Qingyun to pack his things calmly.

The cutest little Tiandao in the world:

[Tsk, tsk, tsk, I’m embarrassed. 】

"How did you come?"

Xie Qingyun spoke up.

The cutest little Tiandao in the world:

[Hey, it’s not your lotus that’s about to wake up. 】

"Well, I see."

Xie Qingyun changed into a pair of green clothes, with a lotus-colored belt made of Tianxiang gauze, with a few golden crab-claw chrysanthemums on the light pearls, making her look noble and noble.

From the cyan color of the lotus leaves to the lotus pod, the pink color from the lotus root to the lotus flower, and the golden color of the stamens, this dress perfectly matches her lotus.

Xie Qingyun sat down by the bed and used the back of her hand to feel the temperature on Lou Xingzhou's forehead. The loose but complicated snow-colored braids fell from her shoulders to her chest, and the velvet flowers made of silk were lifelike.

This outfit is exceptionally fresh and refined, and is so beautiful that it has a natural charm.

Lou Xingzhou woke up when she touched his forehead, but he wasn't fully awake.

He seemed to be stuck in the time when he was sick as a child. He stared at Xie Qingyun intently and said hoarsely:

"Master, I want to eat hot noodle soup."

Xie Qingyun touched his face, tucked the quilt away, and responded with crooked eyes:

"Okay, I'll cook it for you, master."

The cyan figure overlaps with the person in the memory, and the heartache of these years seems like a broken nightmare.

Lou Xingzhou stared blankly at the door, and soon fell asleep again.

In the kitchen, Xie Qingyun had not cooked for a long time, and his skills had long been rusty. In order to restore the old flavor, he had to put a lot of effort into lighting the fire.

After all, the taste of simple firewood burning is very different from that of spiritual fire.

The same goes for kneading the dough, which is purely hand-kneaded and will either become thin or dry.

Repeated defeats made her feel crazy.

"Why couldn't I think of cooking noodles for him in the first place?"