My master is obedient and soft

Wen Yuan didn't speak, just looked at Zheqing quietly, seeing his master shed tears for the first time in front of him.

He silently stretched out his hand and pulled open his collar, and the buttons were unbuttoned one by one, Wen Yuan exposed his bare chest, the large piece of skin in front of the heart made Zheqing's pupils suddenly constrict.

I saw a scar impressively imprinted on the honey-colored chest, twisting and twisting ferociously along the texture of the skin, describing horror, one can imagine how tragic this fresh sword wound was at that time.

Strange lines grew on the scar, which was dark red, and a large area covered the skin of the heart, like a vicious curse and a lingering fire of sin.

Wen Yuan spoke softly, but his voice was hoarse. He said, Master, take a look.

It has been 300 years and the scars have not disappeared.

Wen Yuan didn't use any medicine that could remove the scar, and just let the ugly scar lay across his heart, reminding him of what happened in the past all the time.

He took Zheqing's hands and put them on his heart, but suddenly he felt that those slender and white hands were trembling slightly.

Wen Yuan smiled and said, "So Master is also afraid?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it just looks scary."

"Why are you crying, Master? Didn't you stab this with your own hands?"

Zheqing lowered his head, under the palm was Wen Yuan's warm skin, the scar was uneven, imprinted on his palm, engraved in his heart.

Zheqing choked up and said, "A Yuan...I'm sorry for you..."

Wen Yuan spoke in a calm tone, as if he didn't care at all: "What's the use of Master saying these things now?"

It's useless, it's useless, things have already happened, there is nothing but nothing but regrets.

Wen Yuan let go of Zheqing's hand, shook his head and sighed: "Master's heart...is really cruel."

He still clearly remembers the day when he fell into the Immortal Terrace, how his master was merciless and devoid of humanity, and inserted the long and cold sword into his heart.

The suffering he suffered in the Nightmare Domain for 300 years was not comparable to Zheqing's sword.

Wen Yuan said again: "On the day of the battle between immortals and demons, it was the first time I saw you in 300 years. Do you know what I was thinking at that time?"

Zheqing raised his head, his eyes were dim with tears, and let Wen Yuan gently wipe away the water stains from the corners of his eyes.

"I thought to myself... Zheqing, why are you so thin?"

When Wen Yuan led an army of thousands of demons to attack the Immortal Realm, he only thought about it. He must smash down the hypocritical land of the Three Realms, catch that inhuman Zheqing Immortal Venerable, and take revenge on him in order to relieve his heart. hate.

He has this goal in mind, and it is also the support and belief that he has been able to survive alone in the heinous Great Desolation Territory for so many years.

Zheqing, because of Zheqing, just because of that person, take him and catch him, you must vent your anger well.

Then he saw him on the battlefield, the man was dressed in fluttering white clothes, the hem of the clothes was stained with blood, but he was still magnificent.

as before.

At that moment, Wen Yuan's heart was empty for a moment, and countless cruel and bad thoughts disappeared. Looking at Zhe Qing's figure, he only thought, why his master lost weight again.

He must have not eaten well, why did he lose so much weight... He would kill him, wouldn't he take care of himself?

Wen Yuan lightly touched the wound on Zheqing's shoulder, which was still wrapped in a medicinal cloth, and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

Zheqing kept shaking her head with tears in her eyes.

Wen Yuan said: "Actually, I didn't intend to hurt you, but your cultivation base has dropped so much. I didn't expect the Fuwei sword to be unable to stop it when I stabbed it."

"Master, what kind of technique do you cultivate that can go so mad and backfire to such an extent?"

Losing the immortal cultivation level is almost equivalent to losing half of his life, and Zheqing's current strength is far from being comparable to his previous strength.

Zheqing stammered in a low voice, "Actually, it's nothing...Maybe I'm not in a focused mood."

Wen Yuan said: "Master, do you think I will believe it?"

"Master, don't you type cursive script when you lie?"

Zheqing was startled, thinking, does Wen Yuan know all about it?I saw the latter looking at him with scrutiny in his eyes, as if everything about him had no escape in front of him.

Zheqing listened to him and said: "Every time you lie, your eyes are erratic, your voice is small, and you look like you have let someone down."

When it comes to letting go, it doesn't mean Wen Yuan himself.

Then Wen Yuan said again: "Forget it, since Master doesn't want to say it, then I won't ask again."

Zheqing hesitated for a while and said softly, "I'll tell you...give me some more time."

Unexpectedly, Wen Yuan sneered and said, "Maybe the master wants to say it one day but I don't want to know."

Zheqing choked, he pursed his lips, and had to repeat again: "I'm sorry..."

"I told you, I'm sorry, is it useful?"

Wen Yuan suddenly became a little excited again: "Master can kill me cruelly, but I will never forget you. I have been thinking about you like crazy for 300 years. I don't want to hurt you when we meet. Even if I catch you and put you in a dungeon... "

Wen Yuan stopped suddenly and didn't continue talking.

Originally, Wen Yuan planned to take revenge on him. Eighteen kinds of instruments of torture were prepared by someone, but when the people presented those terrifying instruments of torture one by one, he hesitated, and finally waved his hand irritably to make people withdraw.

In the end, he just locked Zheqing in the dungeon for a few days. God knows how much self-control he used to resist going to the dungeon to see him.

He thought in his heart, Wen Yuan, Wen Yuan, you are really a bitch.

When dealing with an enemy, does he accept your affection?What else can I do besides say I'm sorry?

But he just couldn't bear to see Zheqing get hurt, couldn't bear him to be hurt, couldn't bear to see him sad, he could be considered to have completely fallen for this person.

From the day I met him.

In fact, he was Zheqing's prisoner, and he was the one who imprisoned his heart.

Wen Yuan said: "Master, I have released the restriction on your cultivation on the sapphire bracelet."

He paused and said, "The medical officer said, are your injuries healed? In addition, the meridians are damaged. Long-term sealing cultivation will lead to the blockage of the meridians, which is even more harmful to your body."

He still remembers how bad Zheqing's physical condition was when the medical officer gave Zheqing the first diagnosis and treatment.

Zheqing listened to him quietly, and after a moment of silence she asked, "Aren't you afraid that I will run away?"

Wen Yuan twitched the corner of his mouth: "I'm afraid, so I put a chain on Master."

"However, since your cultivation base has recovered, you can summon the sword, and the Fuwei Sword is a first-grade spiritual weapon. Even if your cultivation base is only [-]%, it may be able to break this black iron with a few strokes."

Zheqing looked at him with complicated eyes, and wanted to ask, why did you bother to get this chain?

Before he could ask, Wen Yuan looked at him and said, "Master...can you not leave?"

His tone was very soft, with imperceptible prayers, he stared at Zheqing closely, who would have thought that the majestic Demon Realm Supreme would actually beg such a person.

He knew that Zheqing could be better controlled by sealing the cultivation base, but after all he was concerned about his body. He knew that the black iron chain could not lock Zheqing at all, but he still did it.

He is as stubborn as a person who worries about gains and losses. He finally gets a fragrant grass, but he is afraid that it will disappear one day, and he is imprisoned, and he is afraid that it will decay in his hands.

This is not locking up Zheqing, it is clearly Wen Yuan's own humble and deep obsession.