My master is obedient and soft

Ever since the incident of falling to Xiantai 300 years ago, Wen Yuan has always hated Zheqing in his heart, hated but also missed him, relying on these supports alone, he has been thinking about Zheqing all the time for 300 years.

However, he couldn't make him forgive him just like that.

It was his master who hurt him first, and abandoned him first. After the battle between immortals and demons, Wen Yuan took Zheqing back with his own hands. He wanted to torture people to vent his anger, but found that he couldn't do it.

Even during the first few days when he was locked in the dungeon, he endured it, while admonishing himself desperately, while recalling the hardships he had suffered in the Nightmare Realm, he suppressed the idea of ​​going to see him.

But seeing Zheqing's miserable appearance in the dungeon, his heart softened almost immediately.

And now also, Zheqing stood in front of him, showing such a helpless and hurt expression, if it was in the past, the majestic Zheqing Xianjun would never have thought that one day he would be so controlled by others.

His master's eyes were red and he was about to cry.

Wen Yuan finally sighed, he went around Zhe Qing's back and stroked his long hair comfortingly, and then gently took that thin body into his arms.

Zhe Qing was stunned by his sudden tenderness.

He heard Wen Yuan whispering in his ear, the voice was magnetic and pleasant, like the night breeze.

"You're kidding, good boy."

"Master, why can't help being so funny, don't I know what you look like?"

After all, 300 years ago, I was your only disciple, and you and I stayed together day and night, like another relative in the world.

But after he finished speaking, he felt annoyed. He thought that he knew the master so well and knew his character, so he didn't believe that Zheqing would do something like killing a disciple.

But the facts taught him a bloody lesson.

He believed in Zheqing before the Fuwei sword was inserted into his chest, but now, after so many years, he wanted to believe it, but he couldn't believe it anymore.

Zheqing also understood the meaning of his words, no matter what it was, as long as the 300-year incident was vaguely mentioned between the two, the atmosphere would become subtle.

It was an unhealed wound between Zheqing and Wen Yuan.

Zheqing felt heartache, but he relaxed his body, allowing himself to be hugged by Wen Yuan, the two of them seemed to be the only comfort in the dark night.

Zheqing was brought back to his bedroom by Wen Yuan.

He didn't resist or struggle along the way, Wen Yuan walked with his sword, he was surrounded by him, the two of them were very close, Zhe Qing could clearly feel Wen Yuan's warm body temperature.

He suddenly felt a little fortunate that at this moment, at least the two of them were still alive.

As soon as he entered the palace gate, he saw Lue guarding him all the time, saw Wen Yuan and the others came back, and immediately knelt down and said, "See your lord... Young Master Zheqing, you are back!"

God knows that she was almost scared to death. When she woke up after being knocked out that day, she saw Wen Yuan's gloomy face, and asked him where Zheqing had gone, but how did he know? Fortunately, she finally came back now.

Wen Yuan said: "Retire, no one is left to serve in the palace today, all go outside to guard, no one is allowed to come in without orders."

Lue: "Yes, Lord."

A group of servants followed Lue out, the room was completely empty, Wen Yuan took Zheqing to the innermost bedroom of the bedroom.

Wen Yuan pressed Zheqing's shoulder to make him sit on the bed.

Zheqing didn't know what Wen Yuan was going to do, and Wen Yuan didn't say anything along the way, and he couldn't detect his thoughts, but his expression softened a lot.

Zhe Qing simply turned his head, according to Wen Yuan's current disposition, he must have run into Wen Yuan's bad luck by fleeing privately this time.

So he said, "If you want to punish me, come here, but don't implicate other people."

The person in front of him had a vigilant expression, and his body could be seen to be a little tense. However, his master's personality of doing things and doing things alone has not changed.

Wen Yuan folded his arms and looked at him in a leisurely manner, and smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled up, and what he said seemed to be teasing: "Then the master said...how should I punish you?"

Zheqing didn't speak, but she felt a little uncertain.

It hasn't been long since Wen Yuan locked him in the dungeon last time, and now the wounds on his body from the battle have healed in sevens and eighties, and the scars on his hands and wrists are almost gone, but Chi Xiao's shoulder The wound from the sword stabbing was still not healed.

Zheqing herself knows her current physical condition best.

Very bad, although it doesn't look like it on the surface.

If Wen Yuan still put him in the dungeon like last time, and tortured him again, he wasn't sure if his current body could bear it.

And he knew that Wen Yuan must be very angry with him about running away without permission.

He couldn't beat him now, even if he didn't have the jade bracelet to seal his cultivation base, even with his [-]% cultivation base, even with all his strength, he couldn't stop Wen Yuan's moves.

It's just... Zheqing pursed her lips, is she going to be tortured by him again?

"How about it, Master, have you thought about it?"

Zheqing didn't speak, he lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

Wen Yuan didn't expect him to answer at first, he put on a look of thinking carefully, and then said to himself: "Then punish Master... warm my bed."

Zheqing looked at him in shock.

what? !

He... He actually wants to let himself warm his bed?

Wen Yuan smiled and said: "Master is so shocked to see what I am doing, isn't it just warming the bed? Since Master has told outsiders that he is the servant of this seat, shouldn't it be necessary to perform the duties of serving the emperor?" ?”

Zheqing frowned and said seriously: "I said it was just a temporary measure, don't take it seriously."

"But what if I want to take it seriously? What should you do?"

Zheqing was speechless, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes.

"But what makes me angry is not these things, but that you can even say such insulting words to your reputation in order to escape from this seat. Are you still the fairy you used to be?"

"Servant... Interesting, don't you care about these in order to leave my seat? Zheqing, you are really impressive."

Zheqing turned her head away, with a calm expression: "So what."

Wen Yuan nodded: "Yes, it doesn't matter, no matter what, this is the real master, who can fight anything and ignore everything."

The atmosphere that had just been eased dropped to freezing point again.

But only Wen Yuan knew that the bed warming he mentioned was by no means a whim, but a secret delusion that had been hidden in his heart for so many years.

——Sooner or later, he will completely possess his master and make him submit to himself.

This is the punishment that Zheqing really wants to accept. His little apprentice is no longer the taciturn young man he was back then. Day after day, year after year, he used to follow his eyes, but later he had a desire to dare not show it to others. Falling into the Immortal Terrace shattered his fantasy, but caused the impulses in his body to grow wildly like vines.

After 300 years, the once high mountain flowers finally fell into mud and dust, and he held them tightly in his palm.

This time, he will not let him leave him again, nor will he give him another chance to hurt himself, Wen Yuan raised the corner of his mouth, where Zheqing didn't notice, his eyes revealed endless madness and paranoia .