Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

The next day, all the disciples on Ziyun Peak saw with their own eyes how much the newly promoted Elder Tianji cared about the White-robed Master.

If one wants to find Han Yu, the first place that comes to mind is not Tianji Gate, but Ziyun Palace.

"Master, today I have learned a new technique, so I came here to ask you for your advice."

"Master, have you felt better after taking Yao Lao's medicine?"

"Master, I just learned how to make a mortal pastry, and I'm bringing it here to you."

“Master…”

It was just past noon and Si Mo had just finished his nap when he heard the disturbing sound coming from outside the palace door again.

After observing for a few days, Si Mo found that this person was very patient. He had been lurking for so many days but had not made any moves.

Luo Yuheng never got tired of it. From the initial tit-for-tat, he has even become somewhat accustomed to Han Yu's harassment now.

"Master, he's here again. Don't you really need me to chase him away?"

The young man in black lowered his eyes and peeled a longan and handed it to his master's mouth while speaking.

The little fox rolled the round white flesh into his mouth and tasted the sweetness: "No need."

He waved his hand to signal the eunuch to let Han Yu in. Han Yu was seen holding a plate of osmanthus cakes, which looked delicate and must have been made with great care.

"Master...Junior Brother is here too, so let's try it together." After Han Yu saw Luo Yuheng, the smile on his face froze for a moment, and then he took a step forward and placed the white jade plate in front of Si Mo.

Although they are in different sects, their status is not much different. Han Yu was also the eldest disciple under the former elder Tianji, which is equivalent to the same seniority as the deceased Luo Xun, so he also calls Luo Yuheng "junior brother".

"Han Yu," Luo Yuheng glanced at the plate of pastries with contempt, picked up a piece and put it in his palm, and crushed it with a little force: "Aren't you tired?"

"You come here every day to annoy me and my master. It seems that Tianji Sect is too idle, right?"

Luo Yuheng told him with his expression that he did not recommend finding something for him to do.

He wore that outfit every day and showed up in front of his master with a face that looked 60% like Luo Xun, and Luo Yuheng just couldn't stand it.

The osmanthus pastry turned into a pile of powder and fell mercilessly to the ground. Han Yu's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his face was full of disbelief.

"Master, I was disrespectful and disturbed your peace." When he looked up again, Han Yu's expression changed instantly. His eyes were slightly red, his voice was choked, and he looked at Si Mo as if he had suffered a great injustice: "But this is my sincere gift, but it was treated so badly..."

Halfway through his speech he couldn't go on any further and glanced at Luo Yuheng cautiously, as if he was afraid of being retaliated against.

This Green Arrow face is really pitiful.

Seeing Han Yu about to squat down to pick up the crumbs with his hands, Si Mo swung out a spiritual force from the folding fan in his hand and restrained his wrist: "Hey, what are you doing, Yu?"

"It's just a piece of cake. I appreciate your kindness."

Han Yu stood up after hearing what Si Mo said, but glanced at Luo Yuheng with resentment in his eyes:

"Master, I don't mean to blame you, Junior Brother."

"It's just that we are all from the same sect, so we should unite with each other and avoid any rifts. But recently some voices have been heard in the sect, saying..."

"It is said that Junior Brother Luo has no respect for the inferiors, deceives his superiors and deceives his subordinates, and even suspects that he is... that he is your master..."

"In fact, this disciple came here because of this matter. Of course, I believe Junior Brother Luo, but some rumors are not false. Junior Brother Luo has been staying in your bedroom day and night recently."

"Disciple is afraid that this will get out and affect Master's reputation."

Han Yu spoke out all the concerns in his mind these days in one breath, as if it was all for his own good, but his words implicitly implied how unbecoming Luo Yuheng's behavior was to the Immortal Sect.

"When do I need you to instigate the matter between me and my master?" Luo Yuheng swung out a stream of immortal power, instantly blowing the unsuspecting Han Yu several meters away, almost causing him to fall out of the hall.

Si Mo didn't expect Luo Yuheng to take direct action. His eyelids, which were originally drooping due to sleepiness, now became a little more awake.

"Ah Heng," Si Mo hurriedly called him, "It's not that serious."

Luo Yuheng now wanted to kill Han Yu directly, and his gloomy eyes were full of coldness.

Han Yu's back hit the door frame, making a loud thump.

He was so shocked that he couldn't stop coughing, and the tears in his eyes seemed genuine.

"You!" He almost couldn't pretend anymore and wanted to fight back, but because Si Mo was still here, Han Yu suppressed his anger, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said pitifully: "Master, do you want to give this disciple an explanation?"

The light in Si Mo's eyes dimmed slightly. He rubbed his fingertips and secretly used his divine power to find out Han Yu's inner thoughts.

After a moment, the master in white understood everything.

"It was my negligence in teaching Ah Heng. Ah Heng's temper..." Si Mo glanced at the still angry Luo Yuheng and said, "He is a little impatient."

"He's spoiled. I apologize to you on his behalf."

"It's a pity for that plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake. It seems that I have no fate with it."

Si Mo gently waved the folding fan in his hand. Although he said bad things about Luo Yuheng, there was no blame in his tone at all. It seemed like he was just looking for an excuse to fool Han Yu.

"But now that things have come to this, what compensation do you want, Ayu?"

Seeing that things were developing as she expected, Han Yu held his chest and barely stood up: "Master, do you still remember the Fairy Sword Conference in a few days?"

"Although I am already an elder of Tianji Sect, I dare not boast of my high position in front of Master. I will always be a disciple."

Han Yu nodded slightly towards Si Mo, with a willing look on his face: "Disciple requests to share Master's worries."

"Why don't you let your disciple preside over this Immortal Sword Conference?"

Seeing that he finally hit the point, Si Mo suddenly looked up and met Han Yu's gaze with faint expectation, but the other party quickly looked away.

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you." The master in white smiled.

Han Yu's phoenix eyes suddenly brightened up, and the sickly look he had shown after being beaten by Luo Yuheng disappeared in an instant: "Yes! Then I will go back and prepare immediately!"

After Han Yu left, he noticed that Luo Yuheng's face was gloomy again, so he had to coax him: "What's wrong, Ah Heng? Didn't you say that you were acting first?"

It’s just that the plan they had agreed upon did not include taking action against Han Yu.

But it doesn't affect anything, Si Mo is willing to tolerate his little disciple's willfulness.

Luo Yuheng curled his lips: "But Master called him so intimately, I..."

He felt uncomfortable.

"Is that so? I'll be careful not to call you that in the future." Si Mo pinched Luo Yuheng's slightly cold earlobe and said, "Just call me Ah Heng."

Luo Yuheng pursed his lips. Although he still felt a little angry and it was hard to vent, with his master's words of comfort, he was able to digest it on his own.

"Is it okay?" Si Mo pulled Luo Yuheng over to her side and whispered in his ear, "Husband, is it okay?"

Upon hearing the news, Luo Yuheng was stunned and no longer remembered why he was angry.

These two words spoken from Si Mo's mouth in a submissive and frivolous tone were particularly charming and alluring.

Although he was happy to force Si Mo to scream like this in bed, this was the first time on weekdays.

Luo Yuheng's Adam's apple rolled, and his voice became hoarse: "...Scream again."

Si Mo: "Husband~"

The moist and hot breath sprays on the neck, and an ambiguous and charming atmosphere gradually rises.