Master, he always wants to leave me

"..."

Su Yao held a sword in his hand, dripping blood was dripping down the smooth surface of the sword onto the ground, reflecting Su Yao's blood-stained eyes and the miserable and bloody everything around him.

In the entire Taiyi Palace, only Su Yao stood with a sword in his hand. His white clothes were splattered with blood, like a red plum blooming in the snow, with a little bit of arrogance, but in the hellish scene, it was very strange.

All the disciples of Taiyi Palace were seriously injured and fell to the ground clutching their wounds, looking at him in fear, at this murderous monster who never blinked.

It was also after Su Yao's death that he looked at those disciples who regarded him as an enemy in a daze.

Why... They slandered themselves, and still looked at him with such innocent eyes?

Doesn't he just like his master Ling Wuzheng?

What's wrong?

Just like this, Su Yao bent his eyes and smiled innocently under their fearful eyes, and the demonized blood eyes were full of clean smiles.

As innocent as a child, he didn't know what heinous crime he had committed, but smiled extremely innocently.

He asked gently: "Where is Ling Wuzheng?"

As if asking and answering himself, he seemed to think of something in the end, and he directly left this hell created by himself.

He was wearing his blood-stained white clothes, with a slight smile in his eyes, and his smooth, bare feet stepped on the blood, walking unhurriedly on the way to the Xuanbing Cave. , Just like countless times before, he followed his master's footsteps, walked happily through the corridor, and finally took the hand that his master extended.

Looking at the end of the long corridor, he remembered something in a trance, a long wind blowing, a young man carried him on his back, and walked step by step from Xuanbing Cave Mansion through this long corridor to Fengya Stream.

When is this memory?

Before he had time to think about it, the sword in his hand was full of demonic energy, and all the disciples who rushed to kill him were eliminated with one sword.

Seeing these disciples lying on the ground, moaning, clutching their wounds, and scolding him for being ungrateful, Su Yao didn't mind at all, just trampled on them and walked over.

All he knows now is that his beloved master abandoned him, and now he is probably practicing in seclusion in the Xuanbing Cave Mansion.

These eye-catching disciples must be dealt with one by one. Although he wanted to be ruthless in his heart, he didn't know why at most he stabbed each of them with a sword with a devilish energy. With the devilish energy inside, you have to lie down for at least two or three days.

His intuition told him that he could maim these Taiyi Palace disciples, but he couldn't kill them.

Although he was bewitched by others, he was not the real murderer.

Arriving at Xuanbing Cave Mansion just like that, Su Yao stood at the door and stopped.

He recited a light dust formula, which washed all the blood on his body, even the blood on the sword.

He lowered his head and thought that he couldn't let the master know that he had killed people. He didn't like how he became a bad person in the eyes of the master.

After arranging his clothes a little, Su Yao raised the corners of his mouth, showing a sweet smile, and said happily:

"Master,"

Then he paused again and continued.

"Ling Wuzheng, I'm here to kill you."

He narrowed his eyes, and walked inside holding the sword like this.

Xuanbing Cave Mansion, Xuanbing Terrace.

It was Ling Wuzheng, with an indifferent expression, dressed in white and not stained with dust.

The white hair is like snow, the coldness is like frost, the icicle between the eyebrows is like silver frost, and the cold and beautiful appearance is like a heaven and a man descended into the world, handsome and beautiful.

The handsome face was expressionless, and then he opened his eyes when he sensed that someone had broken into the Xuanbing Cave, and those deep and charming light-colored pupils just fell on Su Yao.

When Su Yao's slightly provocative eyes looked over, Ling Wuzheng seemed to have discovered his demonized blood eyes, and Su Yao saw Ling Wuzheng's brows frown.

He smiled, walked over, and sat on Ling Wuzheng's lap intimately and boldly, then stretched out his arms to wrap around Ling Wuzheng's neck, and deliberately whispered into his ear.

"Master, have you missed your apprentice recently?"

"..."

Ling Wuzheng stared at Su Yao. He already felt that this was Su Yao, but he also noticed something abnormal...

But at the moment Su Yao approached, he couldn't help it, stretched out his arms to wrap around Su Yao's waist, and brought his body into his arms.

His, Su Yao.

He opened those fickle lips, his voice was like water hitting the ice and snow, with a slight chill, he leaned sideways to Su Yao's side, smelling the clean smell of Su Yao, and replied.

"think……"

In Ling Wuzheng's icy eyes, a trace of indescribable emotion flashed, and finally all turned into calm one by one. How could he not want to...

Su Yao was extremely surprised that his master, who had always been heartless, didn't push him away immediately, but... wrapped his arms around his waist as he sat on his lap.

He was surprised at first, but when he heard the word "think", all the emotions in his heart suddenly lost control. He said with resentment:

"Think? If you really want to, I won't be reduced to where I am today!"

"Everything I have now is thanks to you!"

If it wasn't for falling in love with this person, he wouldn't have fallen to this level...

As if Ling Suyao was possessed, Su Yao was full of resentment. He hated his master to the core...

Obviously this person is very close at hand, all he needs, all he needs is to take out his sword and stab him fiercely in the heart...

That's all.

Just like that, Ling Wuzheng hugged Su Yao in his arms.

His voice was a little low, almost buried in Su Yao's neck, and muffled:

"Sorry……"

It's his fault.

Su Yao was taken aback, he was hugged tightly by Ling Wuzheng, his breath was filled with the pleasant scent of Ling Wuzheng's body, it was cold and seductive...

However, it was as if the hand holding the sword was out of control, and he refused to stab Ling Wuzheng for a long time.

Su Yao didn't know why, his eyes were sour, and tears welled up.

He didn't know why he bleed out this transparent liquid. He seemed to have finally found the edge he wanted to see clearly. Before he had time to test it, he instinctively noticed something. In the end, he almost trembled and wanted to drop the sword. Respond to the hug, wanting to hug this person tightly.

However, soon after struggling a few times with his slightly sober mind, he was suppressed by the endless darkness.

His pupils were blood red, and the clarity in his eyes gradually lost and became cold.

He giggled, the mocking Ren Ling Wuzheng hugged him tightly, the useless sword in his hand was released by him, and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

He said, "Master, why don't you believe me?"

He really wanted to kill this person, Su Yao narrowed his eyes, and the haze in his eyes gradually dissipated, but at the same time, he also loved this person very much.

He was so obsessed with love, so much that he lost himself, he just wanted to become a vine and cling to his master.

This kind of love is too dangerous.

However, Su Yao seemed to be deeply involved.

Hearing Su Yao's question, Ling Wuzheng said, "I don't believe you."

"But you want me to die..."

"No."

"Master, you are lying."

Su Yao only felt that he was really pathetic. His master seemed to know nothing about his execution today. He had fallen to the point where he didn't need his master to know. He began to laugh mercilessly.

He was reluctant to kill this person, but he still needed revenge.

Master must pay the price for everything he has done!

Ling Wuzheng's eyes were cold. He knew from the very beginning that something was wrong with Su Yao.

The vague smell of blood on his body, the blurred eyes of blood, and the abnormality of the breath of the soul all told Ling Wuzheng to be careful and vigilant.

But, this is Su Yao, he can't do anything to hurt Su Yao.

If it was Ling Suyao, he might have already thrown Ling Suyao away.

However, this person is Su Yao.

In Ling Wuzheng's cold eyes, there was a trace of warmth silently.

Even if he would be hurt by Su Yao, he didn't think there was anything to worry about.

Then, Su Yao's words silenced him.

"Master, does my body smell good?"

"It smells good."

Ling Wuzheng suddenly found that he seemed to be unable to use any spiritual power, and it seemed that his strength had also disappeared.

His eyes followed Su Yao all the time, not minding his situation at all.

Su Yao's eyes were full of grief, but the corners of his mouth were smiling. He easily broke away from Ling Wuzheng's embrace. Looking at Ling Wuzheng's silence, he raised his eyebrows like this, and with the strength of a finger, he will Ling Wuzheng, who lost his strength, was pushed down on the Xuanbing platform.

Then, he took out a jade bottle from his pocket.

"Besides, I will give you another medicine. 』

"The medicine you want. 』

Something flashed in Su Yao's eyes, he finally laughed, poured the medicine in the jade bottle into his mouth, the pill melted in his mouth, Su Yao attached himself to kiss his master, and passed the medicine over.

"I won't regret it..."

Ling Wuzheng tasted the medicine, and as the Dao of Heaven, he instantly knew what medicine it was. Then he lowered his eyes and remained silent for a long time. Finally, he looked at Su Yao in a rather complicated way, and said calmly.

"You will regret this."

Su Yao was stared at by Ling Wuzheng's suddenly dark eyes. He didn't know why, but he suddenly felt a little trembling in his heart.

However, he did nothing wrong.

"I will not……"

Then, he swallowed, feeling that the elixir left in his mouth made him feel hot all over, he stretched out his hand and tremblingly unbuttoned his clothes.

Ling Wuzheng lay on the Xuanbing Platform with his light-colored pupils open, his eyes were slowly stained with bottomless darkness as Su Yao knelt on him.

He knew that Su Yao would definitely regret it.

However, he never thought that he would let Su Yao go.

"Su Yao...Su Yao...you are mine. 』

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Wuzheng smiled.