Master, you think too much

Xiuyunzong is the largest sect in the cultivation world, so it is allocated the best land in the south, both the scenery and the configuration are very good.

Su Boli squatted in front of the door of Master's luxurious room, with a bitter face.

Just now my master slammed the door without saying a word, with a bitter expression on his face, the door of the room closed with a "snap" as he moved, Su Boli pressed his nose against the door panel, and looked at the blue sky.

He hesitated in his heart.

Is this going in?Or not to go in?

Go in, for fear of getting in the way of the master's eyes, don't go in, and I'm not reconciled...

Su Boli's mind went blank.

In other words... Master is a (true) old man who is nearly a thousand years old. He has never seen any storms, so he shouldn't be angry with me, a junior, right?

The old man is not angry, the old man is very anxious.

Anxious enough to bang my forehead against the wall.

The deity really had a brain twitch to instigate the honest protagonist to cheat! ! !

What to do if it's swollen? !

I don't know how distorted the image of the master is in the heart of the protagonist.

Is it a despicable, shameless, wicked, hypocritical hypocrite?

Or a ruthless, vain, insidious and cunning real villain?

Ow—

Protagonist, don't dislike this deity...

Su Boli is still struggling with the door, whether to get in or not?Can I get in...

Flame Tiger noticed that the stupid master was thinking carefully, and walked over slowly with the half-asleep and half-awake kitten in his mouth, and stuffed the kitten into the sad-faced stupid master's arms.

He slammed open the door, pretended not to stand still, rolled over and over again... awkwardly, slowly, and with difficulty rolled to the feet of Sangzi, who was leaning on the wall and was about to continue knocking upwards, with his belly facing Above, the tiger's eyes are small, the tiger's claws are folded in front of the chest, the tongue is sticking out, and the throat is panting heavily...

Sang Zi looked down at it in a daze, the red mark on his forehead hadn't disappeared yet.

Yanhu pointed out the door with two paws, and his eyes signaled him to look out.

Sangzi looked up.

The protagonist is against the moonlight, holding a snow-white sleeping kitten in his arms, covering Qinghui all over his body, his smile is brighter than the bright moon, his lips and teeth are lightly parted, and his voice is like a song, "Master?"

...How can you reveal such an evil face in front of such a pure protagonist...

Sang Zi groaned in his heart, stroked the wall, and "bang bang bang" hit again.

This deity is guilty, this deity taught bad children...

Su Boli couldn't keep his smile on his face anymore, he rushed to Master and pulled him away with a serious face, "Why did Master self-mutilate? If you are angry..."

Then he knelt down at Sangzi's feet with a "plop".

"Master, just beat and scold the disciple."

Yanhu secretly took the cat back to find a place to hide.

Sang Zi's face darkened, and he kicked his calf lightly, "Get up!"

"Master, disciple..."

"You get up first." Sangzi looked tired, "From now on, you are not allowed to kneel, and no one asks you to kneel, and this deity will not accept goods."

Su Boli stood up obediently. The body of the cultivators in the transformation stage is extremely strong in self-healing ability. The red mark on Sangzi's forehead has long since disappeared.

"The only things you can kneel on are the body of the deity and the grave of the deity. Of course, it's better if you don't want to kneel."

"Master, how can you curse yourself like that, what corpse? What grave?" Su Boli hurriedly said.

"Then don't kneel again next time, or I will take it as what you mean."

Su Boli pursed his lips, and after a while he slowly opened his mouth, "I know."

It was said that before going to bed, Sang Zi was idle and bored, so he ran out to look around the place where Mu Yunzong arranged for Xiu Yunzong to rest.

He and Xiangyun Sovereign naturally share a luxury suite (yard), Sangzi lives on the left, and Xiangyun Sovereign lives on the right.

The rooms of the male disciples are arranged in a row of guest rooms in front of the Sangzi courtyard, and the rooms of the female disciples are arranged in a row of guest rooms in front of the Xiangyun suzerain.

In the middle there is a small dark bamboo forest, an ancient moss well, a secluded dry pool, and two fences with thorns all over the fence...

Please believe in the self-control of the male!Ah hello!

Sangzi running male... I took a look at the room arranged by the male disciple.

There are a total of seven rooms, all of which are quite large and fully furnished. One room has four double beds and eight people. There are two disciples who are too tall and two disciples whose feet are too smelly to occupy a bed alone. He has a high status among the disciples, and he can also occupy a bed alone.

Just full.

The problem is, that group of restless plague chickens actually arranged for Su Boli and those two disciples with stinky feet!After finding out about the protagonist's room, Sang Zi happily ran to find the stupid apprentice.

As soon as the door was pushed open, a stench of *foot* came in, making Sangzi's eyes turn black...

That feeling was just like when he hurt someone else's disciple at the Zongmen meeting, and then his master slapped him on the chest, almost shattering his golden core.

Difficulty breathing, weak hands and feet, staring eyes...

It just doesn't hurt.

Sangzi sealed the meridians of the five senses, and bravely probed inside. His stupid apprentice lay on the small carved window and stared gracefully at the ferocious thorns climbing up outside the window.

A man was sitting on the nearest bed picking his feet, another man was taking off his socks, and another man had gone somewhere.

Seeing Sangzi coming, the two brothers were very embarrassed, they didn't know where to put their hands, they stammered, "Sang, Master Sangzi?"

Su Boli looked back at Master in surprise.

Sangzi kicked them out one by one to find a place to wash their feet, and took Su Boli back to the yard to sleep with him.

At this time, I was not interested in practicing the exercises, and the master and apprentice lay back to back on the bed and ignored each other.

The moonlight is hazy and intoxicating, like a glass of wine, drunk with different dreams in the same bed, people...

Sangzi has been using his consciousness frequently recently, and his sleep quality is extremely poor. While he was tossing and turning, half dreaming and half awake, he suddenly heard the main character suppress a dull sound...

hey hey? !

Sangzi opened her eyes, turned over and sat up, and pulled the protagonist's shoulders to check his situation under the still bright moonlight.

Su Boli bent his body like a shrimp, his brows were tightly wrinkled, his face was flushed, and the neckline of his clothes was wide open, revealing the young man's smooth and firm chest.

Sensing someone touching him, Su Boli hugged that person into his arms.

Sangzi's face was pressed against his chest, the skin intersected, the young man's warm embrace, the firm heartbeat, the smooth skin that feels excellent...

skin?Sangzi was so frightened that she retracted her paws that were raging on the protagonist's chest.

Su Poli still vaguely pressed Sangzi's head into his arms, turned over and pressed him under him, and still fumbled with his hands on his chest.

Sang Zi lay down straight under him and let him do whatever he wanted. He fumbled in Su Boli for a long time, but he couldn't find anything, and his movements slowed down a bit.

Sang Zi took the opportunity to pat his face and said timidly, "Su Boli? Su Boli? Wake up, wake up, from this deity..."

Su Boli moved his palm down and rubbed vigorously on his waist.

Sang Zi froze.

...Protagonist, to be honest, this deity is really not joking with you.Be obedient, move your *, it, it... rubbed against the deity's...beautiful, beautiful legs.