Embers

"Yo, this kid looks really good-looking..."

The man with blood on his face leaned forward. The little man bit his lip fiercely and retreated step by step. The air was filled with the smell of blood.

"Retire?" The man snorted, "You will continue to retreat?"

He leaned against the corner of the wall, looked at the approaching man, listened to the shattered screams in his ears, and despair slowly appeared in his eyes.

The man bent down with a sneer, tore off his clothes, and caressed wantonly on his body.

Then, he pulled off his clothes and pulled down his pants, revealing a hideous thing, which was close to his lips.

Stretching out his hand to forcefully open his jaw, he smiled arrogantly: "Come on, let me lick it!"

His whole body was trembling, unwilling, humiliated, collapsed, all clamoring!

"what--!"

At the same time as the screams sounded, a heavy kick was kicked on his head!

He was kicked a long way and fell heavily to the ground, his whole mind was buzzing.

Before he could recover, a kick from the sky directly crushed his chest, suffocation and empathy hit him immediately, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Fuck you, little bastard! How dare you bite me!"

He kicked heavily on his stomach again, his internal organs seemed to be broken, and he still gritted his teeth in great pain, without saying a word.

The man grinned grimly and raised the knife: "Are you quite a spine, little thing, then I will give you a good time!"

Just when the knife was about to fall, a dagger flew over from not far away, instantly knocking the man's knife into the air!

He struggled to open his eyes. In the haze, a cold figure strode towards him. Before he saw his movements clearly, a sword had already pierced the man's heart!

"The Demon Cult doesn't have trash like you!"

The man leaned over and picked him up from the ground, picked him up and walked away.

The action was so rough that his internal organs were in severe pain, and blood flowed from his forehead and into his eyes, blurring his vision.

Then, he felt a heavy fall, and his whole body had fallen to the ground, twitching all over his body.

"Master, someone brought it."

"Third brother..."

A violent trembling voice came, and he raised his head with all his strength, and saw another boy covered in blood lying on the ground, his face full of pain.

"...Big...Big Brother..."

At this time, a slightly immature voice suddenly came from the carriage next to it: "These are the only two left?"

The tone seems to be smiling, but it also seems to be extremely indifferent, making it impossible to distinguish the real emotion of the speaker.

"Yes."

"Two... that's fine."

The man in the carriage seemed to laugh slightly.

"Choose a beautiful one and take it away."

In a blur of consciousness, someone squatted down in front of him, stretched out his hand to lift his chin, and looked at it carefully for a while.

"Master, this is fine."

He struggled to open his eyes.

"You... want to take me... to... where..."

That cruel man looked down at him: "Of course it's the Devil's Cult."

Someone next to him put down the head of another boy, "You are lucky to be the leader's male favorite!"

His eyes widened.

"You beasts! Bastards! Let him go! Let him go!"

Before he could react, the boy on the other side was already crying at the top of his lungs.

The person next to him slapped the boy heavily on the face.

Half of the boy's face suddenly swelled up, and tears flowed all over his face, but he still shouted hoarsely: "Let him go! I'll go with you!"

"Let him go! I can do anything!"

Someone snorted and was about to say something when he was interrupted by the man in the carriage.

"Alright. What about the other one——Mo Sui, tell him what to do."

Before losing consciousness, he struggled to raise his head. In the severe pain, he could only see a corner of the curtain of the carriage being lowered gently.

Before letting go, he saw a hand.

Hands that have always been as slender as jade, with well-defined joints.

The flames were everywhere, and the smell of blood mixed with the smell of charred smoke, destroyed along with his world.

……

He opened his eyes suddenly.

It was already bright, and the morning light came in through the window, trying to dispel all the darkness and cold.

All that catches the eye is the bright red of last night, and the air is filled with joy.

He slowly raised his hand and touched his face, which was wet.

Taking a deep breath and tilting his head, Ye Bozhou's peaceful sleeping face came into view.

Sitting up, pressing his forehead, everything that happened in the dream is still vivid in his mind.

"Hmm...? Jin'er... Is it dawn..."

Ye Bozhou was in a daze, he put his arms around Ember's waist, and put his head on it.

"Well, it's already dawn."

Its daybreak?

Ye Bozhou slowly opened his eyes, froze for a moment, and sat up abruptly.

"hiss--"

A tearing pain came from an ulterior place, and his whole body twitched suddenly, causing him to lie down heavily again.

Only then did Ember come back to his senses: "Master, how are you?"

Ye Bozhou gritted his teeth and smiled: "It's okay..."

Yet the soreness from his old waist was still a reminder of how intense his little apprentice had been last night.

Ember directly lowered her head and lifted the quilt: "Let me take a look."

"..."

As thick-skinned as Ye Bozhou, he felt a little embarrassed for the first time.

Ember opened his buttocks and looked carefully for a while, her voice was hoarse and distressed: "It's swollen."

"It's okay, just take some medicine." Ye Bozhou lay on the bed and covered his eyes helplessly, "I knew it..."

Knowing that it would be very painful, she voluntarily lay down under the little apprentice.

He was reluctant to let his little apprentice suffer this crime.

"Where is the medicine?"

"You don't need to worry about this, just get up and wash your face, Master can handle it by himself." Ye Bozhou said helplessly.

Ember was pushed out of bed by him.

Looking back, Ye Bozhou sat up with difficulty, struggling with his clothes.

He couldn't look down anymore, walked over to take the shirt, and sighed softly: "I'll do it."

Ye Bozhou endured the pain, and said with a smile: "It's the first time in my life, being served by my apprentice like this..."

Ember lowered her head to help him tie the belt, her tone was still cold and gentle: "It can be done in the future."

Just as Ye Bozhou was about to be moved, he suddenly understood what he was talking about, angrily and funny, he raised his hand and rubbed his head: "You little pervert."

After hearing this, Ember raised her head, her eyes narrowed: "Really."

"..." Ye Bozhou couldn't help being embarrassed, being played by Ember on his waist like this...

Ember stood by the bed and looked down at him, with a helpless expression: "Lie down, Master."

"As a teacher, I can..."

Before he finished speaking, Ember pressed his chest and was forced to lie down.

The trouser belt that had just been fastened was untied again, and immediately after that, a burst of pleasure rushed up.

In the great excitement, Ye Bozhou slightly opened his eyes and looked at Ember's side face. He felt that his little apprentice seemed to have grown up, and his youthfulness faded overnight, and he began to transform from a boy to a man.

It's getting better and better.

With a firm mind, he let it out in Ember's hands.

"Where is the medicine?"

"Come here, Master will tell you."

Ember didn't doubt that he was there, and leaned over while wiping her hands.

Then, the lips are covered with a warm and soft touch.

Ember paused, but her breath softened, and she opened her mouth to respond to him.

In the end, Ye Bozhou couldn't get out of bed all day.

In the afternoon, Lu Yuzhi sent someone over to inquire.

"It's a bit of a cold, it's not a serious problem." Ye Bozhou explained to the disciple who came to him against his will.

The disciple nodded: "My master said, if you are sick, please take care of your body. In addition, the master asked me to tell you something."

"What's the matter?"

"The matter between the Devil's Cult and Wanyue Villa has not been resolved harmoniously. Last night, the Devil's Cult forced Wanyue Villa to give up the land in Hexi to make amends. The owner Mu refused, so the Devil's Cult demanded that Wanyue Villa pay 3000 taels of gold."

Ye Bozhou was shocked: "3000 taels of gold?"

"My master said yes!"

When Ye Bozhou heard the words, he subconsciously wanted to get up from the bed, but was pushed back by Ember immediately.

"...Okay, I see. Can I trouble you to call Third Master Uncle?"

The disciple nodded, turned and left.

Ye Bozhou frowned and thought for a long time, then said to Yu Jin, "Jin'er, help me up."

Ember had no choice but to help him sit up, and put another coat on him.

Not long after, Su Jiujiu came over.

"I'm just about to visit you, why didn't you go to today's morning meeting?"

Ye Bozhou remained calm for a moment of embarrassment, and then quickly returned to normal: "Last night, I caught a cold."

Su Jiujiu was a little worried: "Isn't this just right, why did you get sick again?"

"……Accident."

"Okay." Su Jiu sat down beside the bed.

"Speaking of which, you've also heard about the Devil's Cult and Wanyue Villa?"

Ye Bozhou: "Well, Zixia came to tell me just now."

Su Changjiu sighed: "There is such a thing, and judging by the attitude of the Devil's Cult, it doesn't intend to let it go. Just now, the senior brother who is the head of the sect is still worrying. If we do something about it, we should also help Wanyue Villa, but If you offend the Devil's Cult because of something that has nothing to do with us, I'm afraid life will not be easy in the future."

Ye Bozhou frowned: "Has it reached this point?"

Su Jiujiu: "Hurry up. I heard from the disciples of Wanyue Mountain Villa that when Nie Budu went to negotiate, he brought a large number of people with him. All of them looked arrogant and fierce. As soon as they entered the door, they looked like the emperor returning to the palace. Want the land in Hexi."

Ye Bozhou: "He actually made such a request?"

Su Jiujiu: "That's right! You can figure it out with your toes. How could Master Mu agree? Hexi is almost a major source of income for them. If the Demon Sect takes it away, the whole Wanyue will be destroyed." What do you eat and drink at the villa?"

Ye Bozhou: "So Nie Budu asked for 3000 taels of gold?"

Su Changjiu patted his thigh: "That's right! Sounds too much, right? That piece of land is important, but it's not worth 3000 taels, but if you let it go, Master Mu really can't find a piece as good as that." It's too late, look, isn't this what the strongman makes difficult!"

Ye Bozhou was also a little shocked that Nie Budu's lion opened his mouth.

"But people say that they are high-sounding, saying that human life is worthless, but people from the Demon Cult are different. They say that the Demon Cult helped Wanyue Villa before, but Wanyue Villa avenged their kindness. The world is so cold and so on. Opening his mouth, he is really eloquent, able to turn life into death, and black into white. In the end, even the grievances and grievances of the unknown life were revealed one by one. "

Su Changjiu couldn't help sneering as he spoke: "It's such a big fight to kill one person, why doesn't he think about it, who came to settle accounts with him when he killed the Qiao family? That's 180 lives!"