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A dark purple palm print on his chest made Shi Yao gasp, thinking that he should not let Si Ming go so easily.

Su Junli was very angry. In his opinion, Shi Yao's behavior was simply heresy, just like his behavior at the back peak that night. He pointed at the door and roared:

"Get out, get out, I don't have a disciple like you"

Shi Yao looked at him quietly for a while, then actually turned around, opened the door and left.

For some reason, Su Junli felt a soreness in his eyes, and the spiritual energy in his dantian reversed, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

When Shi Yao came in with the medicated oil, he was shocked to see this scene. He frowned, walked over quickly, picked the person up and put him on the bed.

"Why is it so cold? Where else do you feel uncomfortable besides your chest?"

Shi Yao covered him with the quilt and asked with a worried look.

Su Junli turned her head to the inside and said coldly, "Go away. I don't want you to care about me. Get out."

Shi Yao had never seen such a stubborn person before, and he wanted to slam the door and leave, but when he saw the blood at the corner of his mouth, he couldn't bear to do it no matter what.

He calmed down his anger, held him in his arms, and coaxed him softly:

"There is a limit to how much you can get upset with. How can I leave if you are injured? What happened these days? If I went too far that night, I apologize. Is that okay?"

Su Junli was a little overwhelmed by Shi Yao's rare gentleness. She turned around and glanced at him, saying in a sad tone:

"You don't even consider me as your master, so why are you saying these things?"

Shi Yao was puzzled: "What do you mean by that?"

Su Junli bit her lip and said in a low voice:

"Does that night at the back peak count as dual cultivation? And just now, you tore my clothes to shreds. You didn't even consider me as your master."

After hearing this, Shi Yao was stunned for a long time. He couldn't help but soften his brows and looked at him with burning eyes.

How could there be such a pure person in the world? They have been doing this for so long, but he still naively thought that they only had a master-disciple relationship.

He couldn't help but smile, sighed and leaned closer: "You are right, I didn't regard you as my master"

This person actually admitted it?

Su Junli was angry and disappointed, and stopped looking at him: "Okay, don't go back to the Wanjian Sect this time, just leave on your own."

"Leave? I'm afraid that's not possible. As for why I don't treat you as my master, you can think about it yourself."

After Shi Yao finished speaking in a gentle voice, he couldn't resist the itch in his heart and gave him gentle kisses on his eyes, nose, and mouth.

Su Junli looked startled, with her mouth slightly opened, which was exactly what Shi Yao wanted. He leaned over and kissed her, treating her with utmost tenderness, as if she were a treasure that he couldn't let go of.

Immortal Venerable Ye Heng's heart, which had been cold for hundreds of years, was pounding. He was completely unable to think. His eyes gradually closed, and he was led by Shi Yao until he could no longer breathe.

For a moment, the room was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere...

After a long time, Shi Yao slowly stepped back, looked at the person with pure eyes and radiant lips in front of him, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Do you understand now?"

Su Junli is not a fool, he has never been involved in love affairs. His face was hot when he saw Shi Yao's undisguised desire and affection. He turned his head and nodded slightly.

Shi Yao pressed his tongue against his upper palate, getting irritated by his docile and soft appearance, but thinking of his injury, he held back.

He took the medicated oil, slightly activated the Chiyang Gong, dissolved the ointment on his hands, and used some force to push it on Su Junli's chest.

Su Junli leaned in his arms a little awkwardly, but did not refuse. She just felt much warmer and even enjoyed it a little.

After a while, he suddenly groaned, and looked up at Shi Yao with some resentment.

"Why, did it hurt? Should I be gentler?"

Su Junli hummed, leaned back again, with a slight smile on her lips, and fell asleep before she knew it.

When he woke up, it was already late at night. Su Junli tried to circulate his spiritual power and found that the pain in his blocked chest was no longer as severe. However, his body was icy cold again and he was shaking uncontrollably.

He unconsciously cast his gaze towards the next room, but he restrained himself and tightly grasped the corner of the quilt, trying to grit his teeth and endure it like the previous night.

But things did not go as planned. The door was gently pushed open from the outside, and Shi Yao walked towards him step by step like a ray of warm light in the darkness.

"Are you awake? Are you cold again?"

Shi Yao put down the bowl, sat down beside the bed and held the person in his arms.

Su Junli stretched her head to take a look at the pitch-black medicine, and covered her nose with disgust: "Take it away, I don't want to drink this"

There was a hint of amusement in Shi Yao's eyes:

"This is specially made by Qi Shan. It contains blood spirit seeds. It will be good for your injury. I also made it into a sweet medicinal porridge for you."

"Lie to me, how can something sweet be this color, take it away quickly"

Shi Yao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. How could this person take off his cold appearance and coax him helplessly like a child?

"Blood Spirit is this color. If it's not sweet, you can punish me... to recite it. Is that okay?"

Su Junli didn't move. Endorse?

Is it really not hard for this traitor to burn down the kitchen of Wanjian Sect just for carrying out his daily reading?

He frowned and hesitated for a while, but finally tried to scoop up a spoonful to taste it, then took another sip and looked at Shi Yao with bright eyes:

“It’s really not bitter, it tastes good.”

Shi Yao saw that he was cute and couldn't help but pinch his nose and said lovingly, "Yeah, now you believe me, right?"

Su Junli glanced at him strangely, lowered her head and drank the porridge silently, then said to him seriously:

"We can only be master and apprentice, do you understand?"

Shi Yao raised his eyebrows and listened quietly to what was to follow.

"I cultivate the ruthless way. I should not be bound by emotions or disturbed by external things. You are my disciple. If you want, I can help you advance quickly and become a being that surpasses me in the future."

Shi Yao's face gradually turned cold, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips: "You mean you can practice with me and help me improve my cultivation, but you are only my master..."

Su Junli hooked her fingers tightly around the bed sheet and nodded.

Shi Yao's chest rose and fell, and he gritted his teeth: "What if someone else became your apprentice, would you be so "generous"? "

Su Junli was stunned, subconsciously rejected it, and said with clear eyes:

"I told you that you are my closed-door disciple. I will not accept any more disciples."

These words made Shi Yao feel a little better. Looking at Su Junli's innocent eyes, he felt a little powerless.

He was wrong. This guy is not hypocritical, he is just a blockhead, a blockhead who cannot think straight.

tsk...

Seeing Shi Yao's eyes flickering, Su Junli felt inexplicably nervous. After thinking for a while, he said:

"If you insist on being stubborn, then our relationship as master and disciple will end here..."

Shi Yao leaned close to his ear from behind, his voice low and a little weird:

"I agree. Master is so generous, how can I disagree? It's getting late... My good Master."

Su Junli sensed Shi Yao's urgency and pressed his hand against him in panic: "Since you understand, then you can't do it like that night at the back peak..."

Shi Yao's eyes flickered slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a hint of amusement: "Don't worry, disciple, I understand"