Dressed as the apex pet of a cold master

Jing Fan pursed his thin lips slightly, but did not answer Shen Tangli.

Looking at it like this, it is likely that this matter has not been handled well.

Shen Tangli gasped, and couldn't help thinking about how to tell Jing Fan in an appropriate way that solving the problem is not such a solution.

With Jingfan's temperament, he was already swift and ruthless in handling official affairs, and this time he was facing his most beloved disciple, so it was a blessing that he didn't cut Yun Shuhua to pieces.

Judging from his reaction, Yun Shuhua should still be alive. As long as he is still alive, there will be a turning point for this matter.

"It's a common saying that love is deep and responsibility is deep," Shen Tang quickly thought of words in his heart, "this statement is certainly true, but in addition to the punishment that should be given, the immortal master's good intentions for him must be conveyed in time Go out, otherwise it will be bad if there is a misunderstanding."

"If there is a misunderstanding, there will be a knot in the heart. A child with a simple mind may not be able to bear this."

"Can't stand it?"

Jing Fan raised his eyelids coldly, and said with a sarcasm: "It seems that you know what kind of life he is living now?"

"No, no, it's definitely not there," Shen Tangli repeatedly denied, and explained, "If I knew where the child was, I wouldn't have asked such a question just now."

"But having said that, Master Xianzun, this matter of feelings..."

"It's not about feelings."

Jing Fan interrupted him, with a slightly disgusted look on his face: "Yun Shuhua is a traitor in the Eastern Region, he is not qualified to express his feelings, let alone ask for my forgiveness."

Since you have made the decision to go to the Demon Realm, you have to bear the consequences, right?

Shen Tangli didn't know exactly what happened that night, but after chatting more with Feng He when he went up the mountain, he got a general idea from it.

He wasn't sure if Feng He was hiding anything from him, it was said that after stopping Yun Shuhua on the mountainside that night, he never saw him again.

Shen Tangli asked hesitantly: "This child Shuhua, could it be possible that he returned to Yuxiao Palace voluntarily?"

"There may be something strange about this matter, why don't Master Xianzun ask him and let him explain clearly."

Shen Tangli wanted to continue guessing, but when he saw that Jing Fan's eyes were getting colder and colder, he still sensibly kept silent.

The people and things in Jing Fan's hands cannot be coveted by others.

The more sincerely Jing Fan paid for Yun Shuhua, the more pain and anger he suffered, which is similar to practice.

If everything exceeds its due speed, it will inevitably affect oneself and be backlashed, and the same is true for feelings.

Shen Tangli suddenly thought that when Jing Fan punished Yun Shuhua, he probably felt uncomfortable.

"If you still want to inquire about him," Jing Fan smiled, "please do as you please. The apse is his shelter, and you can go there anytime you want."

How dare Shen Tangli.

He knew it was not good to continue talking, so he stopped the topic in a timely manner and continued to chat with Jing Fan about the war.

The Northern Territory fell, the Southern Territory was trapped in the mud, and the military deployment of the Five Territories became more slow and cumbersome. In addition, the Demon Realm pointed all their spearheads at Qingwu Mountain. At this time, the whole world was full of complaints.

Recently, there have been rumors everywhere, saying that the reason why the Five Regions suffered this indiscriminate disaster was because the legendary inscription of Fahua was not firmly in Jingfan's hands.If he can protect the holy objects well, wouldn't there be so many troubles?

Although this statement sounds extremely ridiculous, behind it is the malice of people all over the world.

How to find a better solution, Shen Tangli couldn't think of it for the time being, and he knew in his heart that the only way out for the Five Regions was to fight to the death.

The two chatted for a long time, Jing Fan was silent for a while, and said: "Don't worry too much about the northern land, I will personally supervise the army in two days."

"Okay," Shen Tangli felt a little more relaxed when he heard the words. He bowed heavily to Jing Fan and said in a deep voice, "Whether the world is safe or not depends on this great battle."

Jing Fan stepped forward to help him up: "You should always pay attention to the movements in the southern region from the rear, and send a message as soon as possible."

After Shen Tang got up, he didn't continue to stay on Qingwu Mountain.

In the middle of the night, Jing Fan pushed open the door of the back hall with a desk lamp.

In the quiet and inconspicuous corner of the hall, Yun Shuhua was lying on the side of the bed, resting in his arms, his black hair like a waterfall scattered on his back and shoulders, looking peaceful and peaceful.

The table lamp was placed on the small table at the side, and it made a dull sound, which woke him up from his sleep.

Xu stayed in a quiet place for too long, and Yun Shuhua was extremely sensitive to these subtle noises. After he was awakened by the sound, his eyes were sleepy, and before he saw the person in front of him, his body reacted subconsciously, nervously. He leaned back against the carpet.

After seeing who was coming, he didn't dare to move, and lowered his eyes to wait for Jing Fan to speak.

The clothes on Yun Shuhua's body were all changed by Jing Fan's hands. The thin silk satin was loose and loose, and the neckline was wide open. If you stand in front of you and look down, you can find that he is not wearing a middle coat.

Despite the beautiful scenery in front of him, Jing Fan's eyes were still cold.

These days, Yun Shuhua was not allowed to step out of the apse. Naturally, he had never seen sunlight. His complexion was as white as porcelain, and his neck with faint blue blood vessels was restrained by a golden collar.

Jing Fan sat on the edge of the bed with his sleeves flapping, watching him curl up by his legs like a young cat, with his big palms gently clasping the back of his head, playing with his soft hair.

"It's too late tonight, I don't want to stay here too long."

After hearing this sentence, the young man instantly understood what he meant.

Jing Fan had never spent the night in the apse, and he came here for a long time or a short time. Tonight, he came a little late, presumably because of some delay.

Yun Shuhua has lived here for so long that he no longer has the sense of time. He only knows that Jing Fan may not have much patience tonight, so he must not annoy him at this moment.

Realizing this, he supported the side of the bed and stood up, not daring to touch the man with his hands, but subconsciously lowered his head and kissed him.

A careful kiss, with obvious fawning.

Jing Fan let him try for a long time, then lightly caught the chain on Yun Shuhua's collar with his fingers, forcing him to separate from him.

"Who allowed you to be so bold?"

Yun Shuhua felt a little wronged, he blinked and didn't speak.

Seeing his silent appearance, Jing Fan felt agitated. He grabbed Yun Shuhua's waist, put him on the bed, and his tall and straight body enveloped him.

In just three or two strokes, the man stripped off his clothes, revealing his white shoulders and collarbone.

Jing Fan was keenly aware of the young man's fear, and his thoughts sank slightly. He involuntarily exerted force in his mouth, leaving a mark on the scar on the young man's left shoulder.

Yun Shuhua still remembered that he had to please the person in front of him at this moment, he supported Jing Fan with both hands, and leaned forward to kiss him.

A superficial kiss landed on Jing Fan's lips, cautiously, as if there was nothing there.

Jing Fan seemed dissatisfied with this performance, he held the back of Yun Shuhua's head and gradually took control of the initiative.

After a long time, there was a faint whimpering sound coming from the boy's throat.

Jing Fan paused, sat up from the bed, and said darkly, "Are you being wronged?"

Under the candlelight, Yun Shuhua's eyes were filled with unbearable tears. He looked a little painful and a little impatient.

Under the interrogation of such eyes, he sniffed and showed guilt: "Master, I'm sorry, I, my head hurts..."

In fact, it was extremely painful, but he was afraid that the man would be angry, so he didn't say it.

Jing Fan tugged at his collar, pulled him up, and said with a sarcasm, "Who gave you the guts to find such an excuse to reject me?"

Yun Shuhua shook his head, tightly pinching the quilt under his body with both hands, as if he was enduring.

"It seems that the number of visits during this period is less, and you are used to it."

"No," Yun Shuhua quickly denied, "I remember what Master said, and I always remember it."

Jing Fan slowly tidied up the unraveled skirts: "Then tell me, what exactly did I say?"

"You can never refuse Master, you must please Master..."

Jing Fan smiled softly, stepped out of the bed, fastened the jade belt, and outlined a thin and neat waist.

The expected thing didn't happen, Yun Shuhua looked away, turned to the curtain hanging at the foot of the bed, and didn't react for a while.

Today... didn't make it to the end?

Yun Shuhua sat up with him, and asked softly, "Tonight, no, don't you want to do it?"

"Do it?" Jing Fan brought a table cup from his childhood table, and said meaningfully, "You will have the strength to do it when you are full."

Seeing the rice cup on the table, Yun Shuhua understood immediately, straightened his back and watched the man sit on the bed again.

Jing Fan took a porcelain spoon, scooped up a mouthful of soup, and brought it to the young man's lips in a leisurely manner.

This is something that has to be done every day, and he will feed Yun Shuhua himself.

The two of them didn't speak, and they ate quickly. When it was over, Jing Fan placed the desk on the small table casually, and said: "From today onwards, you can move about in the side hall, but you can't call Feng He and Jinghe found you."

"Otherwise...you know the consequences."

Yun Shuhua shuddered and nodded in response.

At the same time, he couldn't help thinking to himself why the master suddenly allowed him to walk in a larger area.Didn't it mean...that he was going to be imprisoned here forever?

That night, he looked at Jing Fan, hesitant to speak several times, his thoughts wandering on the bed, in exchange for Jing Fan's brutal punishment.

This entanglement went all the way to the horizon, Jing Fan walked away expressionlessly, as usual without the slightest nostalgia.

Yun Shuhua rolled over and got out of bed, watching the moon-white figure disappear from his eyes.

At that time, he didn't know that when the two of them saw each other, they would lose sight of each other. In the future, there will be no more quiet time of sharing the same bed and facing each other like this night.

For the next two months, Jing Fan never came again.

The back hall of the Yuxu Market is lifeless, and Fenghe and Jinghe, who guard the mountain in the front hall every day, do not know that there is a living person hidden there.

At first, Yun Shuhua only thought that Jing Fan was angered by his resistance that night, and he waited every day, waiting for Jing Fan to give him another chance to step into the apse again.

Even though Jing Fan did many excessive things to him, he was still uncontrollably attracted to him, fascinated by him, and worried about him.Sometimes Yun Shuhua also feels that he is very pitiful, why the lower he is in the dust, the more he loves him crazily.

He has more than one shackle on his body, even if the collar around his neck is gone, the heart is still there.

Many days later, Jing Fan still did not come back.

Yun Shuhua didn't know where he had gone, and the chains on his body couldn't support him to walk out of the apse. He waited in the closed hall every day, and the only one who could talk to him was the Tianyin Stone.

The Tianyin Stone, yes, that legendary... useless thing that can communicate the will of heaven.

Yun Shuhua watched the scriptures on it shatter into pieces and turned into fine powder, knowing that something big must have happened to the outside world.

But he was trapped here, he couldn't go, he couldn't escape, and he didn't even have anyone to talk to.

The days are in this long wait, day after day, constantly pulling.

Finally, one night, Jing Fan came back.

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