The cat master of this seat

Jiang Yunzheng responded indifferently, looked at Yunchi, and said seriously: "You spent a lot of spiritual power today, you still need to rest more, no one should disturb you."

Song Shiyue insisted: "I will live with Master and take care of Master."

"Okay." Yun Chi pulled the people beside him, and looked at the shopkeeper calmly, "Just six rooms."

Only then did Jiang Yunzheng's face become a little gentler.

Song Shiyue was unhappy.

No matter how Song Shiyue winked and pleaded at him, Yun Chi remained unmoved.

At night, Song Shiyue listened to the conversation between Chu Zuo and Zhuang Yin in the next room, and was secretly wronged, when he suddenly received a voice transmission from the master's room.

One word: come.

Song Shiyue straightened up immediately.

Jiang Yunzheng arranged for Yunchi the most remote room on the grounds that he needed to rest, and there were no occupants in the adjacent rooms.

As soon as Song Shiyue arrived at the door, the door opened from the inside. As soon as he stepped in, he was instantly hugged by a warm body.

The door is closed.

Yunchi seemed to have just taken a bath, the air in the room was filled with hot water vapor, and his body was also hot, wearing only a thin underwear.

Nephrite was in his arms, but Yun Chi had his feet closed. Song Shiyue immediately picked him up and placed him on the bed.

"Master, I thought you wouldn't let me sleep with you."

Yun Chi tapped the tip of his nose, and said with a smile: "Jiang Yunzheng is stubborn, it's better to answer first, and then come quietly at night."

"It's not your money or mine that was spent on the left and right."

Song Shiyue looked at the master in surprise, but he didn't know that he would think so.

My heart is sweet.

However, he did not forget Chu Ke's words.

He didn't know what happened to the master during the day, but he asked Chu Ke after the meal, only to find out that there seemed to be something wrong with the master's eyes.

But the master seemed to try his best to cover it up, so he had no choice but to ask him when the two were alone.

Yun Chi didn't hide it either, he told his disciples not to feel any burden when he told the whole story.

Song Shiyue leaned over and kissed Master's eyes, "Master, I will never leave you."

"It's just Master..." He was entangled: "Didn't you give the other different pupil to Zhuang Yin? Could it be that you can't do without him from now on?"

"No." Yun Chi wrapped his arms around his waist, rubbing his arms intimately.

Perhaps because of the sequelae after the different pupil was taken out, he is now very attached to his apprentice and wants to get closer to him.

"Only the first one will, so only you."

Yun Chi's eyes hadn't returned to normal, they were still a little blurry, he insisted on groping for medicine for his apprentice.

Fingers stroked his neck gently.

"Does it hurt?"

Song Shiyue just wanted to say that it doesn't hurt, but he interrupted: "Don't lie to me."

Song Shiyue smiled, lay on the bed with his master in his arms, and said with emotion: "It's a little bit, I didn't know that my hands are so strong."

Speaking of this, he frowned slightly, and wanted to lift up the master's mattress with his palm.

"What's wrong?" Yun Chi pressed the corner of his clothes.

Song Shiyue had already sat up and unbuttoned his shirt, "Master, let me have a look."

Today, he didn't strike hard, he was very hard.

It was a lie to say that it didn't hurt at the time, but after that effort it was just sore and limp, but it looked very scary.

Yun Chi turned sideways for him to examine, revealing a bluish-purple mark.

Song Shiyue took the medicine box, spread the cool ointment on Yun Chi's body, and pressed it with his spiritual power.

Feeling comfortable, Yun Chi simply closed his eyes and lay down on his stomach.

It was late at night, and the occasional greetings, chatter and laughter from passers-by outside the window had already subsided.

The sound of footsteps outside the door was very clear in the silence.

Song Shiyue paused with the hand on Master's waist.

Yun Chi also opened his eyes, leaned back a bit, and turned his head to look at the figure approaching outside the door.

The next moment, the door was knocked twice.

"Yunchi, are you asleep? It's me."

Suddenly someone pinched the wound with some strength, and Yun Chi froze.

The voice outside the door did not stop, "I want to chat with you, can you open the door and let me in."

Yun Chi turned his body to get up, but was held down by his apprentice and could not move.

Yun Chi turned his head to warn him with his eyes, but he was indifferent.

"Are you asleep?" Jiang Yunzheng's confused voice came.

Separated by a wall, Yun Chi was extremely helpless.

Song Shiyue lowered his head to read Master's scar.

"Well……"

As soon as the voice came out, Yun Chi quickly bit his lip.

But Song Shiyue was worried that the people outside the door wouldn't hear him. It was Yun Chi who was obviously hard to bear, but he wanted to make an unspeakable voice to mislead others.

Yun Chi: "..."

There was no sound outside the door.

After a while, Jiang Yunzheng's aura completely disappeared.

Yun Chi just couldn't get up and down, and the heart he had been holding on for a long time finally lost half, and the other half...

He restrained and said in a low voice: "People are gone, don't make trouble."

Song Shiyue refused, tossing and coming closer.

Disciple's breathing whispered in his ear.

Yun Chi: "..."

Don't allow him to refuse.

Yun Chi buried his face in the quilt, feeling distraught.

After a while, Yun Chi couldn't help but thump him, "What are you doing with him?"

Song Shiyue took Master's soft accusation, put his hand around his lips and kissed him, and "hummed", "Who told him to come to Master in the middle of the night."

Yun Chi was helpless: "Then what's the matter?"

Yun Chi thought that he just came to talk to him about something, and Yun Chi thought it was because of his sleepwalking.

"Just not allowed."

"Okay, then he's gone now, are you satisfied?" Yun Chi didn't act like a scoundrel impatient with his disciples, instead he felt a little cute and pampered in his heart.

"It's okay."

Yun Chi smiled slightly and got out of bed by himself.

Song Shiyue sat up, "Master, where are you going?"

Yun Chi didn't go far, and took a box from the table.

"Zhuang Yin gave it to the two of us, and let me wait for you to open it together.

"Oh." Song Shiyue was still immersed in the frustration of being rejected, obviously not interested in the gift from Zhuang Yin, and reluctantly watched with the master patiently.

He wanted to see what distracted the master and prevented him from fulfilling his wish.

The box was heavy, Yun Chi weighed it a few times, and there was a noise inside, it sounded like something quite heavy.

Yunchi opened the box without any burden.

Song Shiyue: "..."

The box slipped from Yun Chi's hands as if it was hot, and the contents rolled out one by one.

Another one rolled to Song Shiyue's feet.

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