Cultivate the ruthless way for him

Chang Yuan was immersed in the pool of blood, and his body was almost frozen. At this moment, he still felt the feeling of frozen blood and ice in his heart for the first time.

"It's him?"

The scarlet in Zhang Yuan's eyes almost pierced through the pupils and flowed out. The hand that was holding Zhao Zhao's wrist was so hard that it almost crushed the young man's wrist bone.

Zhao Zhao didn't feel the pain at all, instead he looked at the young Xianjun who was obviously losing his composure with satisfaction.

"Yes."

"He has a good family background, a noble status, and is humorous. Most importantly, he doesn't think my morals are bad, and he is willing to endure my bad temper and narrow-mindedness."

Zhang Yuan let go weakly.

Zhao Zhao was dissatisfied and said, "What kind of expression do you have? Don't you care about how I get along with my new master, and don't express your blessings to me?"

Zhang Yuan thought to himself, he should not be so magnanimous.

But now that he is in such a situation, what right does he have to ask this little thing to stay by his side?After all, it is a fact that he missed appointments twice in a row and left him alone.

Zhang Yuan simply pursed the corners of his lips and remained silent.

Zhao Zhao became more and more dissatisfied.

He snorted and said, "You really have a bad temper. You pinched my wrist so painfully, it turned red, and hurt me, so you don't care about me. Fortunately, I have worshiped a new master, otherwise, it's up to you I don't know how to be bullied by you!"

As the boy spoke, his eyes turned red again.

The words "new master" were like steel needles, poking Chang Yuan's nerves up and down.

Zhang Yuan pursed his lower lip even more, and said in a very indifferent tone: "In that case, why don't you go to him."

"I like whomever I want, can you control it? People say that you are a teacher for a day and a teacher for life. How long has it been? You can't wait to drive me out, a butcher who kills donkeys None of you are ruthless."

"Wow, I'm so pitiful."

The young man was half-soaked in the pool of blood, wiping his eyes with his hands, and tears fell down.

How pitiful it looked.

Zhang Yuan whispered: "Extend your hand and let Master see."

Zhao Zhao didn't refuse, and immediately passed his hand over, and gasped for breath, "Be gentle."

Chang Yuan took a closer look, and he saw two deep strangle marks on the young man's snow-white wrist.Could it be that he was too strong just now, lost his sense of proportion, and got hurt?

No wonder Xiaolong was so wronged.

"sorry."

"It's because Master didn't control his emotions well."

Zhang Yuan regretted endlessly.

With tears on her eyelashes, Zhao Zhaoyu snorted, "I'm sorry, what's the use?"

"You have broken my heart and spirit."

Zhang Yuan lowered his eyes, and with the help of the red lotus fire, carefully inspected the two strangle marks. Thinking of something, his eyes froze slightly, and suddenly raised his eyebrows, asking: "Master really made this?"

Zhaozhao's voice choked slightly, and then he stared angrily at his beautiful peach blossom eyes: "What do you mean? Do you want to deny it? Who else is it? Did I fall into the pool by myself? Or, There is a third person here? If you don’t want to be responsible, just say it, what kind of master is it to shirk responsibility.”

Zhang Yuan had a vague guess in his heart.

Today, Xiaolong probably came here out of anger.

It's just that I don't know what wronged me outside.

Being able to think of him as a master at this time, does it mean that his failed master still has some status in the little guy's heart.

Otherwise, why didn't he find his new master, that Mr. Lian Hua?

Zhang Yuan didn't speak any more, he lowered his eyes, a ray of pure white fairy energy overflowed from his fingertips, and rubbed along the young man's wrist little by little, smoothing away the red marks.

His fingers were a little stiff and cold, but when he touched the young man's skin, he was extra gentle and careful.Zhaozhao was taken aback for a moment, because he suddenly remembered that when he was in Guanyin Village, he accidentally burned his hands while cooking, and Master was like that. He felt that the burn ointment was slow, so he directly used immortal energy to heal him.

Master's celestial energy is icy and cool, very comfortable, like a medicinal herb called borneol.

If the master is not the god of war, but just a casual cultivator who travels around and lives with him, it would be great.They should still be living in the thatched huts in Guanyin Village, living a life of Chinese food fishing during the day and watching the stars and the moon at night, just like ordinary people.

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhao felt a little sad and wronged.

As soon as Zhao Zhao was sad, he wanted to pick Zhang Yuan's thorns: "You hurt me, can you be lighter."

However, Zhang Yuan's movements were already very gentle.

Zhang Yuan thought it was because his fingertips were too cold and his fingers were too stiff, after thinking for a while, he tore off a corner of his underwear and put it between his fingers, not directly touching the boy's skin, and continued to massage through the material.

"how about this?"

"Is it better?"

Zhaozhao knew that he was making trouble out of no reason, and seeing Master Baoyi following him like this, his heart softened and he felt a little more at ease.

He still said unforgivingly: "Well, let's get better. You really have to study hard and how to take care of your apprentice."

"Otherwise, no one will be willing to worship you as a master in the future. Those disciples of yours, what Mo Yu and Liu Fuying, at most only respect you superficially, and they will definitely not be filial to you sincerely. When you are old, go What should I do if I don’t move anymore. Not everyone can take care of others like me.”

Zhang Yuan was silent, and suddenly asked: "How does Lian Hua Jun take care of you on weekdays?"

"even……"

Zhaozhao rolled his eyes, cleared his throat, and said, "You mean my new master, he is so good at taking care of people, he not only cooks good food for me, makes me new clothes, but also goes shopping with me every day, buys Delicious, fun, whatever I want, he can do it all. That really puts me on the tip of my heart."

"By the way, he didn't think I was poor in education, nor did he think my handwriting was ugly. He even said that he would accompany me back to my hometown in central Sichuan to see if he had the chance in the future."

"He also said that it doesn't matter if I grew up with the Yaozu when I was young."

Zhang Yuan paused with his fingertips, and said, "He is indeed fine."

Zhaozhao likes to see the cheap master. After hearing that he has a new master, he is in a state of confusion. He obviously cares about it but pretends not to care.Zhaozhao even thought viciously that it would be good for the cheap master to be trapped here, at least, no one else would come to rob him of the master, he could have the cheap master completely, and he could do whatever he wanted.

Only he has the key to enter this devil's lair now.

Even if Mo Yu wanted to come in, he still had to greet him and borrow the key from him.

"Of course he is fine, otherwise, how could I worship him as my teacher? My standard for choosing a master is very high."

Strictly speaking, the strangle mark on Zhaozhao's wrist cannot be called an injury at all, but it was just scratched by Xuanyuan Feng who had taken the aphrodisiac pill when he was in Xuanyang Immortal Mansion.

It is precisely because of this intimate contact that Zhao Zhao has the opportunity to put the evil talisman on this stupid pig.

After all, the disciples of the aristocratic families of the fairy clan will wear all kinds of treasures to prevent evil spirits, and it is not easy to "middle the charm" on them.But whoever made Mrs. Wei, who lacked great virtue, try to use aphrodisiac Danna and other salty things to deal with him, he used his tricks and gave her precious son in return.

After Xuanyuan Feng drank the medicinal wine, his whole body was hot and sweaty, and he couldn't wait to undress and take off the pile of amulets on his body at the same time.

Zhao Zhao can succeed.

Chang Yuan has finished kneading the first one, and started to knead the second one.

The fairy air like ice silk is very comfortable when it is pressed on the skin.

It seems that the pure white immortal energy directly drawn from the inner mansion's immortal energy is the purest and purest immortal energy after being refined by the immortal. Every time a wisp of it is used, it will consume part of the immortal energy of the cultivator.

It can be described as a strand of gold.

When most monks are injured, they will give priority to taking elixir and elixir. For minor injuries, they even choose to heal themselves. Few are willing to use such precious immortal energy to heal their injuries.I'm not willing to use it for myself, let alone others.

When he was in Guanyin Village, it was extravagant for Master to treat his burns with immortal energy.Now Master Cheap rubbed the harmless red mark on his wrist with the immortal power of the Neifu, which could not be called a wound at all, which was even more extravagant.

Facing Xue Ji, Zhao Zhao felt guilty, and didn't want Xue Ji to apply ointment on him so seriously.

Facing the cheap master, Zhao Zhao felt much more at ease.

Not feeling guilty at all, even enjoying it.

I wish Master could knead me for a while longer.

Don't cling to him well now, after the cheap master leaves the devil's lair and turns back into some kind of emperor or God of War, how can he have the leisure to meet him and do this for him.

"And here, it hurts too."

Zhao Zhao turned over his wrist, revealing a small red mark that was accidentally knocked out by Zhang Yuan just now when he was dragged out of the pool of blood.

I know that the boy is acting like a baby on purpose.

Zhang Yuan didn't pierce it, still holding a ray of immortal energy, patiently helped the young man rub it open.

After all these were done, the red mark on Zhao Zhao's wrist had completely disappeared.

Looking at the blood floating around, Zhao Zhao wrinkled his nose.

It's really bad.

I also don't know how Master Cheap, who loves cleanliness so much, endured it.

Forget it, he'd better quickly absorb the devilish energy here, and save the cheap master out.

Zhang Yuan also realized that he was disturbed by the catastrophe curse just now, and he was too out of control.Stretching out his hands to pinch the boy's waist, he hugged Zhao Zhao to the edge of the pool of blood and sat down, saying, "I'm sorry, Master was too hard just now."

Zhao Zhao said unhappily, "You don't need to apologize to me, and I don't care for your apology."

Chang Yuan nodded.

"Yes, now that you have a new master, naturally you don't care about my old and ugly master."

These words are a little lonely.

Zhaozhao was in a good mood, took out the small jar of hair dye cream from his spiritual pouch, and said, "I'm not like you, I have a heart of stone, and I don't miss old feelings. I brought you something good."

"what is this?"

Zhang Yuan's eyes fell on the small pot.

"Hair dye cream, it took me a lot of work to make it."

"Specially made for Master?"

"Of course not, I made it for my new master, and I just saved some for you by the way."

Zhang Yuan retracted the originally extended finger.

"In that case, you take it back."

Zhao Zhao tilted his head and looked at him: "Are you jealous?"

Zhang Yuan didn't say a word, and tightly clenched the hand hidden in his sleeve.

Zhao Zhao's eyelashes lightly raised, appreciating his expression, and said: "It's good to have your share, why are you jealous, my new master is not jealous, and asked me to greet you."

"No need."

The back of Zhang Yuan's hand was already bruised.

"You are really stingy."

Zhao Zhao happily hummed a little tune, took out a new rhino horn comb from his spirit bag, and began to comb Chang Yuan's hair.

As soon as Zhao Zhao combed it, she felt something was wrong.

"Why are they all knotted? Don't you usually take care of them yourself?"

Zhang Yuan's face was cold and he didn't make a sound.

Zhaozhao blinked his eyes, smiled shrewdly, and whispered like a little fox: "Could it be that you made a special trip to wait for me to come over and comb it for you, so you deliberately left it alone?"

The boy's breath was soft and soft, falling on his neck, like a dandelion, a little itchy.

Zhang Yuan looked indifferent.

"No."

"No, no, what are you doing so fiercely?"

Zhao Zhao still divided all her hair into three bundles, held one bundle, and combed it slowly.

After all the hair was combed, I dug out the hair dye cream with a wooden spoon, rubbed it with the palm of my hand to warm it, and slowly applied it from the end of the hair all the way down.

Chang Yuan sniffed the quiet herbaceous ointment, and another picture appeared in his mind for no reason.

In the Immortal Palace, the young man was also sitting cross-legged, combing and dyeing another person's hair, and softly calling out to Master.

Zhang Yuan took a deep breath, and suddenly felt that it was really not a long-term solution for him to be trapped in this devil's lair.