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

Before Shen Junlin rushed forward to hug him, Xie Qingyun decisively teleported and threw the man into the bathhouse in the mansion.

Just smelling of alcohol makes people smell good.

After a long time, the alcohol decomposes and the whole person smells bad.

She will not wrong herself.

Shen Junlin, who drowned in the bath and forcibly sobered up, was so sad that he almost collapsed.

The master left without saying goodbye, and the master subconsciously avoided him. The master threw him into the bathtub, leaving his heart full of holes.

When he gets angry, he simply sinks himself into the water.

Just drown him, Master doesn't want him anyway.

Just when his consciousness began to blur, the sound of leisurely footsteps came closer and closer.

There seemed to be some long object, which was violently moving.

One blow split the water waves and hit him hard on the forehead.

Another blow, hitting the back mercilessly.

His bones ached instantly, his brain was buzzing, and the continuous beatings made him taste the fishy sweetness in his throat.

When he couldn't help but surface, the coldness and disappointment in the woman's silver eyes shocked him.

Xie Qingyun raised his hand and held the ruler in his hand, his eyes sharp and his tone sarcastic:

"Shen Junlin, are you capable?

As a teacher, if you leave for a while, you will learn to get drunk and sleep in flowers and willows? "

The last four words touched Shen Junlin's radar, and he almost jumped up to explain:

"not me……"

"Did I let you speak?!"

Xie Qingyun's shining metallic ruler tapped rhythmically in the palm of his hand, and a slightly cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Very good, I can even talk back. It seems that our Lord Son of God has achieved great success in cultivation and no longer needs a master.

It just so happens that I haven't tested the cultivation results for a long time, so today I will test it one last time as a teacher.

If you pass, the respected Lord Son of God, please leave. No one will care about you anymore in the vastness of the world. "

Xie Qingyun held the ruler and bowed far away.

Shen Junlin's face turned pale with fear, and his red and phoenix eyes, which were already bloodshot due to hangover, became even more frightening.

"Master, that's not the case, listen to me..."

What greeted him was a magic spell coming from his head, and in a blink of an eye, he was neatly thrown into the courtyard.

When he was about to speak again, the rulers imbued with spiritual power fell one after another.

A blow hit his chest, knocking him several feet away. He vomited blood and rolled down the roof.

Another blow hit his lower back, and a suppressed groan of pain escaped from his throat. He curled up and rolled on the ground.

Another blow hit him on the back, and he rolled down the rockery, coughing out a large mouthful of blood.

……

"Why don't you hide, my dear Son of God?"

"You won't, or you don't dare?"

Seeing the man's lips moving and whispering "I don't dare", Xie Qingyun sneered and became more ruthless.

"You can't even take one of my moves, how dare you say that you are my disciple?

Shen Junlin, if I have taught you carefully for ten years and you are like this, our master-disciple relationship can end here. "

Shen Junlin spit out the blood in his mouth and climbed up with difficulty holding on to the ground.

The white robe with golden silk was covered with dirt, like pines and bamboos torn by the storm.

"Master..."

He walked towards her step by step with heavy steps, holding his chest.

The long and narrow phoenix eyes were covered with a layer of watery light, the eyes were bloodshot and ferocious, the deep blue and black under the eyes were dense, and the deep coldness and persistence were sealed under the watery light.

"Master..."

The hoarse voice full of emotion, amidst the annoying chirping of insects, makes people anxious.

Xie Qingyun's eyes darkened, he waved his hand and threw out the ruler, pointing it at the man's heart.

"Shen Junlin, draw your sword!"

"I always keep my word. If you can't take the three moves, our relationship as master and disciple will be over for the rest of our lives!"

There was a flash of pain in the depths of his silver eyes. Looking at the ruthless look on her clothes, Shen Junlin twitched the corners of his lips and said in a trembling voice:

"Yes, Master!"

He raised his right hand slightly, and a long sword appeared out of thin air. He held it tightly and swung it forward, and the clanging sword intent was as powerful as breaking a bamboo.

When Xie Qingyun tortured and beat Shen Jun, Xiao Tiandao Alin sighed melancholy.

Rule the world:

[Why did the young lady hit him? 】

Thank goodness:

[Maybe you can’t stand it? Hey hey hey hey uh...]

The cutest little Tiandao in the world:

[Why don’t you take back the garbage? 】

[Xiao Xiao’s small emotional class has started! 】

[This is called preemptive strike! 】

Yeah yeah yeah:

[What’s the meaning of pre-emptive strike? 】

The cutest little Tiandao in the world:

[Shen Junlin was filled with sorrow and anger because the young lady left him drunk without saying goodbye. The first time he saw the young lady, he must have asked why, because then the initiative would be in his hands.

The little sister used Shen Junlin's drunkenness as an entry point to attack first, and used this to punish him. The one who took the initiative was the little sister.

Haven't you seen that Shen Junlin is so full of regrets now that he almost bursts into tears and hugs his legs to beg for mercy? 】

The gods took a look and found that it was indeed the case.

Shen Junlin was covered in blood, his eyes were red, and he was dying to pray:

"Master, please don't leave!"

The cutest little Tiandao in the world:

[Now, Xiao Xiao’s Emotional Classroom will lead everyone to sort out the moves used by Miss Qingjun:

Play hard to get, strike first, use retreat to advance, show the enemy is weak, and turn against the enemy. 】

Xie Qingyun sent a "speechless" message to the customer service backend and walked up to Shen Junlin, suppressing pain under his light and gentle expression.

She bent down to pick him up and walked steadily to the bedroom.

She placed Shen Junlin on the bed and healed him without saying a word. No matter what he said, she didn't give any response.

When she turned to leave, Shen Junlin fought hard against the open wound and tightened her wrist tightly, his noble and cold phoenix eyes filled with moisture.

"Master! What exactly do you want me to do?"

"I don't ask you to give me a status. I just want to stay by your side. As long as you don't tell me and I don't tell, who knows the relationship between us?"

"Isn't it good for us, master and disciple, to stay together like this?"

Seeing Ningzhihao's wrist slipping away from his palm, Shen Junlin closed his eyes and hissed:

"I can pretend that nothing happened!!!"

A tear slipped from the corner of his eye, and he begged softly:

"Master, please don't leave me without saying goodbye again, okay?"

The man's eyes were red, and his face, as gentle as jade, had a hint of brokenness and charm because of the two clusters of red.

It makes people want to press him down, admire his clear wind and bright moonlight, and listen to his cry for mercy.

The struggle of the white wrist in his hand became smaller, and a slightly cool finger touched the corner of his eye.

Shen Junlin raised his eyes, and the woman's forehead was pressed against his. Suppressing the pain so intense that it was suffocating, she said hoarsely:

"I promise you my master.

Lin'er, remember, we are just master and apprentice, there is no other relationship!

Let the wrong things be buried in the dust and wind, and forget them now! "

"Master——"

A hoarse and intermittent breath sighed from Shen Junlin's throat. He swallowed the questions and confessions that had been brewing countless times in his mouth with difficulty, and pulled out a forced smile.

"I will be Master's good disciple, always will be."