Master, he always wants to leave me

In the end, Su Yao couldn't stand it any longer, lay down on the black and white letters he had written, and fell into a deep sleep.

In the dream, there is a world full of flowers, noisy crowds, heavy traffic, drunkenness, and the Lantern Festival.

Countless river lanterns flowed on the river course of the ancient street, and it was the first time that Ling Wuzheng brought him to play in the human world.

The Shiwai Xianjun, who took off his Taoist robe, was dressed in white. He was holding a child with a bun in his arms, and he was following the crowd through a small bridge on the street and river.

The surface of the river at night is lit up by thousands of river lanterns. The river flows, and the little lights gather in the dark night to form a star-studded Milky Way, carrying the wishes of countless people to pray for good, and drifting away into the distance.

"If you want to make any wish, I will write it for you as a teacher."

Su Yao looked at those river lanterns helplessly, and even forgot to eat the candied haws next to his mouth for a while. After being reminded by Ling Wuzheng, he looked at Ling Wuzheng in a daze.

"No, I'm going to write it myself."

"okay."

Ling Wuzheng took him to the stall selling Hedeng. When recommending Hedeng, the peddler praised Su Yao for being extremely delicate and cute from time to time, and when he saw Ling Wuzheng was shocked, he even gave him a Let Su Yao hold the lotus lantern.

Ling Wuzheng gave the money with a blank face, not missing a penny, but Su Yao knew that Ling Wuzheng was still in a good mood under that paralyzed face.

With the pen handed over by the peddler, Su Yao wrote a few words crookedly.

"Forever"

It's also good to be like this forever with Ling Wuzheng.

The master and apprentice in the previous life, the master and apprentice in this life.

Just master and apprentice, that's all, that's the best thing.

Ling Wuzheng saw that he was writing very seriously, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. He also held a river lantern and wrote down his wish.

Su Yao wanted to see it, but Ling Wuzheng put the river lantern into the water very quickly, the river swirled, and the river lantern just disappeared from Su Yao's staring sight.

Before he had time to be annoyed or angry, Ling Wuzheng bent down and held his hand, and handed out the river lantern in his hand together with him.

"It turns out that the disciple's wish is to be like this forever. Is Yao'er happy with me as a teacher?"

The cold and clear voice rang in Su Yao's ears, with the crisp sound of silk and bamboo, Su Yao only felt that Ling Wuzheng's voice was so unbearable that it made his ears go soft.

"So, what is your wish?"

Su Yao grabbed Ling Wuzheng by the corner of his clothes and asked with a stern face.

Ling Wuzheng hugged Su Yao in his arms, the coldness on his face melted one by one, and he just led Su Yao to continue wandering in the crowd.

"I can't tell you yet."

Su Yao heard Ling Wuzheng say this, although he didn't care on the surface, in fact he was thinking about it that night.

Until night, Ling Wuzheng forced him to wash up, because he ate a lot of candied haws, fearing that he would develop tooth decay, and then he was hugged by Ling Wuzheng and coaxed him to sleep.

Su Yao actually had a dream too.

Many things happened around in the dream, big and small, coherent, staggered, some happened between him and Ling Ling in reality, and sometimes it happened between him and Ling Wuzheng and Ling Wu'an.

Finally, he picked up Ling Wuzheng's river lantern from the river, on which he saw only two words.

"Su Yao"

Then, he woke up from the dream, and before he could breathe steadily, he heard a weak voice from his body.

"Why are you in my body?"

Drowsiness completely disappeared.

Afterwards, he stayed in the boy's body, sleeping for a long, long time.

"Senior, are you really just a wandering soul?"

"Senior, why does Master care less and less about me?"

"Senior, did you know my master before?"

"My name is Ling Suyao, what's the name of the senior?"

"Senior, please help me stay by Master's side!"

"Senior, I'm just going to take a shower, I'll be fine, the seniors have treated me very well..."

The teenager is noisy and willful.

In the end, it will lead to accidents.

Su Yao felt that she had to copy the books for him, and she couldn't even sleep peacefully.

He didn't know that the culprit who punished them came quietly.

The person who suddenly appeared in the room stood quietly beside him, looking at the ink stains on the boy's face and fell into a deep sleep.

Ling Wuzheng's light-colored pupils were fixed on the boy's body motionlessly, and after a long time, he transformed into a robe and covered the boy's body.

Ling Wuzheng lightly cast a spell to make the boy fall into a deep sleep. Then he carefully bent down and picked up the boy's immature body. The boy's white feet were slightly cold. Ling Wuzheng placed the boy on the bed , put the boy's feet into the bed.

The moonlight projected from the hollowed-out window, sprinkled on the quilt and the boy's peaceful sleeping face, Ling Wuzheng sat quietly by the bed, looking at the boy.

His eyes were deep, so dark that he couldn't see a little bit of starlight inside.

As if he had endured for a long time, Ling Wuzheng restrained his gaze, and his voice sounded faintly.

"He's not looking like he used to be."

His tone hides a faint clue, making it difficult to tell from his indifferent tone whether he is asking why or accusing all of this.

After experiencing the young man exposing his bisexual body in full view, Ling Wuzheng had to admit that the apprentice he had cared for since childhood seemed to be gradually being deprived of his memory.

The more he grows up, the more and more the boy is different from that person.

Obviously... it's a person.

But after the Lantern Festival, this person began to become submissive and respect him in every possible way.

……

Could it be... it shouldn't be.

Barriers continued to arise, and Ling Wuzheng could no longer bear the weak and incompetent child in front of him, so he chose to practice in seclusion.

So much so that, on the day of retreat, he looked at the worried children in the crowd, and he only gave him a cold look.

I wanted to wait for Su Yao to wake up completely, and force him to ask him why he named him...

However, there was still no movement.

When he lost control of his emotions, Ling Wuzheng almost couldn't control himself, and wanted to strangle this false boy to death.

The soul he put in with his own hands, Lin Shuyao's body has been fed with rejuvenation water...

Could it be that there was something wrong with the remnant soul that was trying to cover up Su Yao's soul aura?

He wished he could get the remnant soul out immediately, but that night, the boy seemed to be Su Yao again, looking at him with sad eyes.

Let him hesitate.

Su Yao's soul is inherently unstable, and the remnant soul is to cover up the aura of foreign souls, so it is extremely dangerous to peel off easily...

He didn't take a remnant soul seriously.

But, this time, the boy was really too willful.

When the young man is weak, he will pull out the remnant soul in his body and reshape Su Yao's soul.

They can be together life after life.

Ling Wuzheng closed his eyes, and his eyes fell on the young man's face.

When he was still a child, he could feel the familiarity from the child. One of the things the little guy likes to do the most is to find opportunities to take revenge on him. He never likes to cry when he cries. The shrugging of his body softened his originally hard heart.

This is his Su Yao.

Su Yao who belonged to Ling Wuzheng.

Su Yao, who is under his control.

Ling Wuzheng stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the young man's delicate eyebrows with his fingertips. His fingertips lightly brushed the fair skin with traces of affection. In his gradually darkening eyes, there was a gloomy look A creepy possessiveness.

He leaned down, and lightly placed a kiss on the boy's eyelashes, like a thin flap of cicada's wings, with a slight itchiness.

mine.

This person is mine.

No one will be able to take this person from my side again.

As if he couldn't bear the long wait, Ling Wuzheng forced himself to stand up, his eyes were still cold, but he enveloped the young man within his sight, and locked the young man firmly under his body.

"If, one day, he wakes up, will he be afraid?"

Ling Wuzheng said quietly.

He knew that when he was still Ling Ling, the blood of the Ling family flowed through his body after all, and there were perverted mutations hidden in his dirty genes all the time.

And the only fuse for these mutations is that there is only one.

Su Yao.

The impression Ling Tianyi left on Su Yao was one of fatal fear.

Then one day, if Su Yao wakes up, will he also look at him in horror and disbelief.

It was like looking at Ling Tianyi.

Su Yao, will he be afraid?

"Will he be afraid? In fact, the person he has always loved is no different from Ling Tianyi."

He's a pervert just like his father.

It's just that Ling Tian wants to destroy it if he can't get it, he is different.

What he can't get, even if it is death, he will firmly hold it in his hands and will not let it go.

So, holding the boy firmly in the palm of your hand, cutting him off from all contact with other people, and letting him only see himself is the best, isn't it?

You are mine, Su Yao.

Regardless of life or death, it can only be mine alone.

Forever and ever, life after life.

Ling Wuzheng gently opened his thin lips, and said silently, the darkness in his eyes was extremely intense.

Then, he chuckled, grabbed a strand of the boy's hair, put it on his lips and kissed it delicately.

"Drip, this system can't answer the host's question, please ask the host to check again."

Ling Wuzheng didn't care.

"There are still five years."

This person completely belongs to him.

very nice.

The cold kiss fell down again, but it was engraved on the young man's thin lips, tossing and lingering.