Master, you think too much

Sangzi was the first room, and when he entered, he kicked the door with a "clang" sound, while Su Boli, like a little mouse, carefully squeezed in through the half-open door with Yanhu.

Sangzi was meditating on the bed, Su Boli rubbed his nose and sat obediently next to him to watch his thoughts, Yanhu turned into a prototype and rolled happily on the ground, and fell down after being kicked by Sangzi.

When it was time for the sun to fall, Sangzi asked a clerk to bring over the bath water, and acquiesced to the request of Su Boli and Yanhu to order the leg of lamb by the way...

After eating and taking a shower, it's time to go to bed, so here comes the problem.

Although Sangzi ordered the upper room, the upper room is usually a single room with only one bed.

"Master, rest early." After wiping his mouth and washing his claws, seeing his master coming, Su Boli went on to make the bed for the master very considerately.

Please call me Wo Xiaoqian!

Sangzi had just come out of the tub, wearing only a single shirt of crocodile silk on her body, her white and smooth breasts were completely exposed, and there were a few crystal clear water droplets rolling on it... Sticking to his waist, it drew a beautiful arc, and the slender and flexible legs sparkled Su Boli's eyes...

Sangzi's beautiful eyes swept away sharply, and Su Boli immediately moved his eyes away from the round place below the waist of the master and above the long legs.

Protagonist where are you looking?

Su Boli was nervous and speechless, "Bed, the bed has been made up, please master earlier..."

"belch!--"

Before he could finish speaking, Yanhu cut him off with a contented belch.

Sangzi turned her head to look at the gnawed sheep bones all over the table, and paused in her footsteps.

These two guys have a slightly better appetite today...

"Master, please go to bed!" Su Boli hurriedly added.

"What about you?" Sang Zi asked, while stroking the wet long hair that was still dripping with his hands back and forth. Soon, the hair was steamed and dried.

"Disciple and Yanhu play the floor together." Su Boli no longer dared to look at the master.

How can this work... Sang Zi silently continued, today the deity asked you to play the floor, but it turns out that the deity didn't even have to do the floor...

"The floor is cold, you can't rest well, you have to continue your journey tomorrow, so you should come up to sleep." Sangzi climbed onto the bed, and moved inside consciously, leaving a lot of space in Suboli.

Su Boli's body stiffened, and then he lay down on the body, the master's light body fragrance came to his nostrils with the warm water vapor after bathing, it was more wonderful than any smell he had ever smelled...

Seeing that the two were lying on the bed, Yanhu quickly gnawed the leg of lamb clean in his hand, wiped his hand on his body, turned into a tiger and jumped forward, opened his tiger's mouth and yelled at Su Boli's ear, "You two are so unkind! You should go to sleep Stop yelling at me! Hurry up, move up, move up, I'll lie down too..."

Pretend to climb up.

Sangzi slapped it across the head, so fast and so hard that Su Boli could even hear the wind whistling past his ears...

Yanhu was slapped by him and rolled on the ground several times before getting up, and said tremblingly, "I, I am also a monster in shape..."

"That's why I didn't drive you out to sleep."

Sangzi sat up, leaning slightly, the long hair hanging down just covered Su Boli's face, Su Boli was so blocked by the long hair that he wanted to roll his eyes, but he didn't dare to move, for fear that when the master lifted the long hair up, I was horrified to find that it was covered with saliva and snot...

Forced by Sangzi's lust, Yanhu found a clean place by himself, spread a soft blanket on it, and lay down on it in the shape of a tiger.

"Squeamish!" Sangzi sneered, "Where is the spirit of diligence and frugality that used to be a monster when you used to be a monster?"

"I'm a demon cultivator now!" Yanhu retorted, "I'm not an ordinary monster!"

"..."

"Go away! Sleep with you!" Sangzi didn't want to quarrel with it anymore, it's just losing IQ!

Flame Tiger slept contentedly on his stomach.

With great difficulty, Su Boli parted his hair, and when he opened his eyes, he happened to meet the master's straight and beautiful eyes.

"Master?" The two stared with big eyes and small eyes for a long time, and Su Boli couldn't help calling because he felt uncomfortable.

"Would you hate this deity?" Sang Zi suddenly said coldly.

"How could it be?" Su Boli was shocked by his words and shook his head, "The only disciple left is Master, how could he hate Master?"

"This deity is just joking, why are you so serious?" Sang Zi got up, then lay down with his back to him, and after a long while, he comforted him sullenly.

When you know that all of this deity should be yours, you won't think so.

Su Boli intuitively felt that the master was not joking, but he really didn't know why he hated the master.

Master, can you clarify something? !

The master and apprentice stared blankly at Yanhu's snoring all night.

Except for the damage to their spiritual power, monks generally don't need to rest, but compared with the radiant Yanhu, Sangzi's master and apprentice are still quite haggard.

With a group of disciples who also didn't sleep well, Sangzi felt chest tightness.

What about Xiu Yunzong's bright future? !Where is the future pillar of the cultivation world?

A group of plague chickens!

Sangzi released his consciousness, and a group of Wenji were frightened for a while, and a few weak Wenji even knelt down.

"Are you sober?" Sangzi said coldly, "Leave when you're sober, what's wrong with being like this all day long?! Don't call yourself a disciple of Xiuyun Sect if you get beaten to the ground!"

Xiangyun blinked, and poked Su Boli with her elbow, "What's wrong with your master?! Are you so angry?"

"I don't know." Su Boli replied honestly.

"It can't be dissatisfaction with desires, right?... Okay, okay, this deity is wrong, this deity is talking nonsense, talking nonsense..." Xiangyun quickly waved her hands.

Sangzi put down the bench that was raised above his head, and sawdust splashed everywhere.

A few delicate female cultivators were too frightened to make a gesture.

Sangzi is very fair, if a man wants to be beaten, so will a woman.There were a few female cultivators who thought they were pretty and tried to provoke him, but they were beaten like flowers.

Seeing that he even hit women, a group of disciples couldn't help feeling that Sang Zi was too unmannered.

Su Boli was also surprised, thinking that no wonder his master has a high status, good looks, and has a spiritual stone. He is really the number one (true) male god in the cultivation world, but no female cultivator expressed his opinion to him!

Sang Zi continued to abuse this group of little plague chickens, he could not physically attack the same family, he would attack them mentally, his spiritual sense suppressed them, and he stepped on a bench...

The female nuns who had just stopped crying let out a "wow"...

Su Boli wiped off his cold sweat, and leaned closer to Xiangyun, "Is Master always like this?"

"How could it be, isn't he very gentle towards you, nephew?" Sect Master Xiangyun teased.

"It's not gentle, I always feel that the master is pampering me, pampering me without limit," Su Boli frowned, "but he didn't mean to pamper me badly..."

"Oh?"

"Master never hurt me, sometimes he took the initiative to apologize to me when his tone was harsh..."

"How is it possible?!" Xiangyun's face turned pale in shock, and then she calmed down, "Maybe, maybe he just likes you too much..."

"No," Su Boli's face was a little gloomy, "Master's eyes were obviously panicked when he apologized..."

"He's afraid of you?" Xiangyun wanted to laugh.

"Master is not afraid of me, absolutely not, I can feel it..." Su Boli shook his head, his eyes emptied, "I don't know what Master is afraid of...Master always says that his time is running out... "