Master tutoring class

Lin Le arranged a place for Wen Xiuyuan and Wen Xiuyuan to prevent them from entering the store, and Moxiu, who was arranged by Jia Yan to monitor, became suspicious.

Wen Xiuyuan followed Moxiu's usual style, and after he came out, he took his master to the alley tavern to buy a few barrels of wine, and while drinking, he threw himself at the monk beside him.

An Heyi slightly avoided his wine-smelling lips, and the warm breath of the person next to him hit his neck, making him feel a little uncomfortable.

Sighing, he had no choice but to quicken his steps back.

Along the way, he was silent and let Wen Xiuyuan babble a lot, even if it was flirting, he just avoided it.

Wen Xiuyuan's heart was beating violently, far less calm than the expression on his face.

Otherwise, there is no need to use wine to smack and test Master's attitude.

He carefully looked at his master, seeing that the other party didn't answer along the way, his heart was hanging in the middle, for fear that if he didn't pay attention, he would fall down and be smashed to pieces.

The inn with red lanterns is in front of you, and the bright red Zhaozi wrote "Su" in yellow paint.The flying and flying fonts are indeed the consistent style of the devil world.

Wen Xiuyuan squinted his eyes and watched, Master's answer was about to be revealed, so he had an urge to turn his head and run away in vain.

It's a pity that An Heyi clasped his waist tightly, cutting off his retreat.

The door of some ages opened and closed with a "squeak".

Wen Xiuyuan heard his uncontrollable heartbeat, which was transmitted to his head, making it extremely noisy.

An Heyi was still as usual, expressionless and deserted.

The hand that hugged the master was tight, Wen Xiuyuan buried his head and took a deep breath, feeling brave.

He closed his eyes, raised An Heyi's waist, turned around and pressed the master under him, his body fell down, and his head leaned down on the chest of the master under him.

An Heyi frowned.

"Master...", the head resting on the chest turned, the owner of the head suppressed his voice, and there seemed to be a hook in his voice, coquettishly rubbing against him.

An Heyi stretched out his hand and pushed his head away.

Holding his hand tighter.

Hanging down his eyes quietly looked at the top of his head above his eyes, and replied flatly, "If you're not drunk, don't make trouble."

The disciple who was pressing on the top was reluctant to let go, and entangled it stickily, his lips moved to An Heyi's ear, his breath hit the earlobe, and the hot air floated from his mouth to his ear.

The veins on An Heyi's forehead twitched.

There was a hoarse voice next to the ear, "Master, don't be angry, I know I was wrong."

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, but unfortunately the smile didn't enter his eyes, "Who knows what's wrong? Fuzhou, why, Wen Jing or Wen Xiuyuan?"

The body lying on top of him froze, and the arms that were originally tightly hugged tightened even more, as if he was afraid that the people under him would escape.

An Heyi moved his hands to his waist, frowning and wanted to push away the hands on his waist, but he didn't expect the person on his body to roll and avoid his movements.

"Wen Xiuyuan, what on earth are you trying to do?" The rare and severe questioning successfully stopped the fussy people.

After being silent for a while, a voice of aggrieved voice came, "I want to be with Master, Master, please don't drive me away."

An Heyi had complicated eyes.

The other party's identity made him jealous, Wen Xiuyuan changed so many identities to approach him, and he didn't know what the purpose was.He couldn't even tell whether what the other party said was true or not.

Seeming to understand what An Heyi was thinking, Wen Xiuyuan answered the question by himself before the master asked.

"The apprentice escaped because he was hunted down by his disciples. It was clearly the master who said that he could hide in a place that the other party could not guess. Ah, anyway, the master doesn't care about me."

Wen Xiuyuan immediately faltered when the people under him looked over. "Of course it's my disciple's fault. I shouldn't have lied to my master. However, my disciple has so many identities to avoid enemies, and my master doesn't even know how terrible our sect's deputy sect master is. He always wants to kill my disciple." .”

After speaking, she looked at An Heyi pitifully, with watery eyes lingering in her eyes, knowing that it was a lie, but she still felt unavoidable pity.

It was pitiful to look at, but An Heyi was not fooled after all, and Fuzhou was one of the most powerful monks in the cultivation world anyway.

"Aren't you better than him, and you were chased by him?"

Seeing that there was something to be discussed, Wen Xiuyuan grasped the master's hand aggressively, inserted his fingers between his fingers and clenched it tightly, completely trapping the person under him firmly.

An Heyi narrowed his eyes and looked dangerously at the apprentice above.

Wen Xiuyuan accepted it when he saw it, and went to act like a baby, "I heard that he practiced a move that can absorb the spiritual power of others. Jia Yan, a demon cultivator, is ambitious and has been coveting the righteous way for a long time. Tuer attacked the righteous way, fortunately Tuer was not fooled by him."

He raised his head and looked deeply at An Heyi.

"Master, if he wants to bully the apprentice, the disciple will definitely not be able to beat him. If the master doesn't want the disciple anymore, the disciple will be bullied by Huaixiu."

I don't know how much water has been added to these words, and how much exaggeration the facts are, half of An Heyi's belief is already too much.But when it came to Zhengdao and Yuanshengzong, he was more or less pinched.

"I'll talk about it later, let's deal with Moxiu first." An Heyi stretched out his hand and pushed Wen Xiuyuan's shoulder.

Afraid that Master would be really annoyed, this time Wen Xiuyuan turned over obediently and sat by the bed.

"What did you say to the deputy head of the Xiaoyao Sect?"

When it came to business, Wen Xiuyuan became serious, and told An Heyi in detail what happened after entering the tunnel without missing a single detail.

After listening to it, An Heyi thought about it, and felt that this plan was too simple.

"He is responsible for drawing Jia Yan out, and you will handle the rest?"

There is not even an accident handling measure, and this plan sounds almost the same as having no plan.

Wen Xiuyuan pretended to sob, and retracted into An Heyi's arms, "Yes, yes, Tuer is so scared, if he touches Tuer, Tuer will be sucked dry by him."

Touching the warm skin, Wen Xiuyuan raised his head quietly, under the mouth was the white neck, under the smooth and delicate skin, there were faint blue and white tendons.It looks so fragile that if you bite it, it will leave an indelible mark.

Leaning to his neck, Wen Xiuyuan couldn't hold back and took a light bite. Hearing the master gasp, he slapped Wen Xiuyuan's head hard.

"stand up!"

Reluctantly rubbing against each other, the body sat back straight, almost separated, seeing An Heyi's reddish ears, the heat on his body rose.

He leaned closer to An Heyi and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't want to be sucked dry by an ugly monster, I only want to be sucked dry by the master."

Hearing the disciple's nonsense, both An and Yi's headaches ached.

"Where did you learn all this gibberish?"

The Moxiu on his body giggled, "Because I'm afraid that Master will drive me away, I feel like I'm going to blacken myself."

An apprentice who doesn't even look like a demon, An Heyi replied indifferently, "That's just right, I'll get rid of you first, and I'll be doing justice for the heavens."

Wen Xiuyuan's face puffed up angrily, he pulled off An Heyi's neckline, and bit hard on his collarbone.

"Hiss... Wen, Xiu, Yuan"

The spiritual power on his body erupted and attacked Wen Xiuyuan, the distance was too close, Wen Xiuyuan barely dodged, and looked at An Heyi mournfully.

"Master is too cruel, he is no longer the master who loves his disciples the most."

With a sad tone and a desolate expression, no matter how you look at it, An Heyi looks like a heartless and ungrateful man in an opera.

An Heyi watched and shook hands tightly.

Finally unable to bear it anymore, he raised his palm and slapped Wen Xiuyuan, and Wen Xiuyuan's body flew out of the door steadily.

With a bang, the door closed.

Wen Xiuyuan, who was standing at the door, was dumbfounded.

Oops, played it.

He rushed over and lay down in front of the door, raised his hand and slammed on the door.

"Master, let the disciple go in, and the disciple will never speak again."

"Master, this disciple is wrong."

"Open the door."

The door swung open.

A pillow flew out and hit Wen Xiuyuan's face.

Wen Xiuyuan: "...Hmm."