BOSS is working hard

...After being kissed by Jiumu?

Zhuang Jing pinched his forehead, not wanting to think about the truth of the matter.After all, he had never thought of that kind of thing before.

One is the apprentice and the other is the master.The apprentice has dirty thoughts about the master, and the master seems to have unusual thoughts about the apprentice.Although not necessarily, but if there is, even a little bit, it will make people feel ridiculous.

Also, it violates Changlun.

But, does this have any effect on Zhuang Jing's exiled soul from another world?

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When practicing, Jiu Mu would always think of his master's sudden alienation and indifference, so he was always absent-minded.Until there was a sudden cool breeze, and then a voice sounded, "Fang said that you have corrected your mentality and made progress, why are you so absent-minded?"

Jiu Mu, who was punching, paused for a while, and interrupted the movement halfway.

He looked at the source of the sound hesitantly, and Zhuang Jing, who was still a hundred meters away for a breath, had already arrived beside Jiumu.

At this time, Zhuang Jing had already changed into a suit of clothes, he was clean and refreshed, and there was no abnormal expression on his face.

"...Master?" Jiumu hesitated, after all, he didn't think that what he saw when he was thrown out of the room door was hallucinations, but why is the master acting like a normal person again now?

There was doubt in his heart, but he didn't say it.

Although the action was interrupted, Jiu Mu's action was not put away.

Zhuang Jingyu stepped forward and stood behind Jiumu, raised his hand to Jiumu's elbow to raise it slightly, and put his other hand on Jiumu's thigh, exerting force on his palm to lower Jiumu a little.

"Although Yungyun Palm is called palm technique, its unique feature is that it integrates palm technique and boxing technique, and it also combines rigidity and softness. You just hit the fourth level of Swelling Cloud Palm. Excessive palms become boxing."

"The punching technique should be clean and neat, but the fist you swung just now was soft." After a pause, the corners of his lips curled up at an angle that Jiumu couldn't see, and he leaned closer to Jiumu's ear, "Where did you put your mind? What about Xiaojiu?"

The warm breath spewed behind the ears, Jiu Mu's body stiffened and his ears turned red.

He guessed that the master would blame him for not concentrating when practicing, but he never thought that there would be the current situation.

Zhuang Jingyu stood behind Jiumu, with his chest pressed against Jiumu's back, no matter how they looked at their current posture, it looked like Zhuang Jingyu was holding Jiumu in his arms, teaching Jiumu hand in hand.But the approaching face and the breath spraying in the ear, added a bit of ambiguity.

Feeling the unnatural stiffness of Jiu Mu's body and his red ears, but he never struggled, the corner of Zhuang Jing's mouth became more and more curved.

"Does Xiaojiu like to be a teacher?" Although he asked questions, he used a narrative tone.

But the words fell into Jiumu's ears, and Jiumu's heart was only terrified except for horror.

What does Master mean by saying this?Do you know his thoughts that he shouldn't have?Master, does he want to expel himself from the sect?

Every time he thinks of a problem, his heart gets colder, but he can't show it, and he has to force his brain to calm down and think about the countermeasures—maybe what the master said is not what he thinks.

"Master, Master rescued Jiumu when Jiumu was in danger, and he felt kindness in his heart. Master took Jiumu in to heal his wounds and donated food, and accepted Jiumu as his disciple. Jiumu was full of respect. But..." Jiumu gritted his teeth and paused After a pause, he said: "To Jiumu, the master is a benefactor and a teacher who teaches karma. The master is like a father. In Jiumu's heart, he likes the master as much as he likes his father..." The voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke to the back. The last sentence is like whispering nong language.

But Zhuang Jinglu still listened carefully and heard everything clearly.

With a retraction of his arms, he pulled Jiumu, who had been maintaining his punching moves but had not moved as if he had been fixed just now, into his arms, and put his wrist around Jiumu's chest.

Leaning close to Jiu Mu's ear, he intentionally lowered his voice a little, and said word by word: "Xiao Jiu is a smart child, but this is not the kind of liking that the teacher said."

Caught off guard by being hugged, Jiu Mu didn't struggle to be imprisoned by the conditioned reflex, but his brain went blank.The heart in his chest was beating wildly, but he didn't know whether it was because of fright or excitement.

Zhuang Jing said again: "My heart is happy with you, what's in your heart?"

The sentence "Happy to you" made Jiumu's last thinking ability blank, and he stared wide-eyed.

Disbelief, panic, or just overwhelmed?

Facing the unreasonable situation of Zhuang Jing's relegation, the young boy Jiumu was at a loss for the first time after living on the streets for so long after his family no longer existed.

He was afraid, he was afraid that Zhuang Jing's relegation was actually just a temptation, and if he just said "yes", he would be lost forever.

He was afraid that Zhuang Jing would be relegated to sever his master-student relationship, drive him out of the school, and never see him again for the rest of his life.

If so, what should he do?

"Hui Ji hurts his body, Xiao Jiu thinks too much." Zhuang Jing put his hand on Jiu Mu's unconsciously clenched fist, raised it and opened it, and there were several bright red wounds on his palm, but it was Jiu Mu's fist. Wood's flesh was pierced by his fingers too much.

Zhuang Jing brushed the wound with his thumb over and over again, feeling slightly cool, but the wound had stopped bleeding and could not feel any pain.

He said: "Liking is not a big deal. I like Xiaojiu. If Xiaojiu likes me too, it's a mutual love. Tell me, is it right or not?"

Jiu Mu was struck by lightning again, still scorched on the outside and tender on the inside.

Although I was very happy to hear the master say that he likes me too, but this is full of teasing, is it really serious?

Master, you must be teasing my younger brother, right?

Master, I don't dare anymore, please adjust the painting style back. QQ

43. Beauty Drunk

You have been secretly liking a certain person, but you have been cautious and even dare not let him know that you like him.But one day, he just showed you in the morning, making you think that your secret love was discovered and hated, but in the afternoon you were "confessed", what would you do?

Jiu Mu said that he almost collapsed!

He didn't feel the legendary "surprise" at all, only the unexpected "scare", he was about to have a heart attack!

But naturally Zhuang Jing would not pay attention to these exiles. After he said these words, he let go of Jiu Mu's hands behind his back, and he left just as he came.

He knew that his action was too sudden, so he gave Jiumu time to digest and think about it. He was sure that Jiumu was also interested in him no matter how deep it was.

What Zhuang Jing didn't expect was that after he left that day, Jiu Mu didn't come back, and it has been three days now.

Danger Zhuang Jing is not worried that Jiumu will be in danger. In this realm, both monsters and monsters are generally of low level, but high-level monsters outside the realm and monsters below the Spirit Emperor Mirror cannot be broken. Open nodule prohibition.

So why didn't Jiumu show up for three days?The only thing Zhuang Jing was worried about was whether Jiu Mu had gone into a rut accidentally while practicing kung fu?

This possibility is very high, not long ago that was an example.So he got up and went out, wondering where Jiu Mu might be while walking.

Then he saw Jiu Mu holding the jar in the Huxin Pavilion, and he could smell the faint aroma of wine when he got closer.

"Xiao Jiu?" Zhuang Jing called out, frowning.

There was only one bowl and one jar of wine on the stone table, and Jiu Mu had already drunk his head.He hugged the jar for a while before realizing that someone was calling him.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes were hard to focus, and he looked towards the direction where the voice probably came from, "Master...Master...?" His eyes were clouded with mist, but the words he spit out made people feel that the speaker had a big tongue .

Zhuang Jing's frowning brows did not loosen, but he leaned down and touched Jiu Mu's blushing and hot cheeks with his palms, their foreheads were touching, and the tips of their noses touched.

Zhuang Jing asked: "Xiao Jiu, why are you drinking here?" The tip of his nose twitched and he suddenly felt that the smell of wine was familiar.

Jiumu blinked his eyes and curled his lips, let go of the wine jar he was holding, raised his hand and hooked Zhuang Jingyu's neck and pulled, so that he and Zhuang Jinglu were face to face.

He rubbed Zhuang Jinglu's face, showing a gluttonous expression, and whispering softly with his lips.

"Xiao Jiu... Xiao Jiu likes Master the most."

Zhuang Jing was stunned for a moment, then rubbed the top of Jiu Mu's head with a helpless smile and said, "As a teacher, I also like Xiao Jiu." His voice was rare and gentle, and even wearing the special mask on his face could not completely cover it up. .

Jiumu raised his head and touched Zhuang Jinglu's lips with his own, and they parted in just one click. "It's such a wonderful dream." After speaking, she closed her eyes and fell into Zhuang Jing's arms, falling asleep.

Zhuang Jing laughed, hugged Jiu Mu in his arms, sat down at the stone table, and took a sip from the bowl Jiu Mu had just drunk from.Sweet and refreshing... Isn't this the wine they drank last time...

Immediately, Zhuang Jing's face turned dark, but when he thought that Jiu Mu had drunk a lot just now but it was not the same as last time, what's going on?

Unknowingly while thinking, Zhuang Jing filled himself with a bowl of wine, and when he came back to his senses, he raised his hand and was about to smash the bowl, and found that there didn't seem to be anything wrong with him.

Zhuang Jing: "..." ← Someone who deeply feels that he has been teased.

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A hundred years ago, an old man appeared in Rulan Continent. The old man's cultivation was not high, but he had a special skill - he could brew a kind of wine that would definitely improve his cultivation after drinking it.

However, the drinking conditions of this wine are somewhat special, so that people from all walks of life who come to beg for wine with their own minds all feel sorry or curse the old man in their hearts.

Its wine is known as "beauty drunk", and from its name, it can be seen that this requirement has something to do with "beauty".

But the reality is that the materials used in the special brewing method of this wine are also very special, resulting in the fact that although this wine has "spirit