Master always thinks that disciples are useless

Gong Zhengyu threw himself into the man's arms, put his hands on his shoulders, and pressed his whole body on top of him, leaning on him weakly, gasping for breath: "I... ho... no... no... no..."

Gu Qinghan pursed his lips, his eyes dodged for a while, but his body didn't move, letting the little apprentice continue to rely on to recover his strength.

After a while, hearing that the other party's breathing had calmed down, he said softly, "Let's go."

Gong Zhengyu shook his hand: "I can't go... I can't move."

Gu Qinghan had no choice but to make a trick, using the teleportation technique, he arrived at the bamboo house near the water peak in an instant.

As soon as Gong Zhengyu touched the bed, he didn't care if it was his own bed, or whether his body was covered with sticky sweat, he collapsed on it limply, moved his fingers, and his chest was still heaving violently.

Gu Qinghan glanced at him helplessly, shook his head slightly, and moved his fingers slightly to condense spiritual power in his fingertips. With a wave of his sleeves, a bathtub half the height of a person appeared in the room, making the not-so-large room even more spacious. cramped.

Afterwards, the water flow was drawn over and poured into the bathtub, Gu Qinghan used his spiritual power to heat it up, took out the tendon-cutting marrow juice given by Lichen and dripped a drop.

"come over."

Gong Zhengyu lifted his eyelids and took a look, but his exhaustion overcame his rationality, and he lay motionless on the bed.

Noticing that the man raised his steps and walked towards here, he tugged on his belt perfunctorily, and opened his clothes a little at a very slow pace.

Gu Qinghan lowered his eyes, not urging.

Inserting his fingers into the waistband of his trousers, Gong Zhengyu raised his waist slightly, and peeled off his trousers while lying down. His upturned buttocks trembled, and they were squeezed to the surroundings by him lying back on his back. The young man didn't know it, and lay naked for a while longer before sitting up straight like a koi carp, and striding into the tub with big strides.

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The water splashed all over the floor, wetting several books on the shelf.

Washing the tendons and cutting the marrow is the pain of rebirth for ordinary people, but Gong Zhengyu, as a demon king, is the best in every aspect of his body, so he doesn't feel at all when soaked in water, and even feels a little Comfortable.

He let out a sigh of relief, crossed his hands on the edge of the bathtub, and leaned his head on it, only to realize that Gu Qinghan had turned his back at some point.

As if he was a big girl, he was all a man, and he would not lose a piece of meat if he looked at it. These self-proclaimed noble people love to pretend.

Gu Qinghan waited for the sound of the water to stop before he casually took a book from the shelf and sat on the chair by the window to read it.

Gong Zhengyu stared at Gu Qinghan boredly by the candlelight in the room.

Gu Qinghan was very good-looking, with delicate and profound features, sharp edges and corners, but his lips were a bit dull in color, and he was often unsmiling, and his amber phoenix eyes were always calm, making him look very cold and heartless.

"Master."

Gong Zhengyu suddenly called out, and the man raised his head slightly upon hearing this, and put down the book in his hand, "Huh?"

"You don't practice ruthlessness, right? Then it's time to start a family and start a business. I know a lot of beautiful girls. What type do you like? How about I help you pay attention to it another day?"

Gu Qinghan: "..."

He subconsciously curled up his five fingers, then let go, and said in a flat tone, "I never thought about it."

Gong Zhengyu asked strangely: "Is no one chasing you in the cultivation world?"

Gu Qinghan: "Not really."

Xuanshuang Xianzun has a cold reputation, even if there are women in the cultivation world who admire him, they dare not say some bold love words to this indifferent and alienated expression, most of them only dare to imagine behind their backs.

Even if there are really bold female cultivators, Gu Qinghan doesn't pay attention to them, let alone ordinary people, it's hard to even see his face.

Gong Zhengyu was speechless with pity, seeing that the two sticks of incense on the table had been burned out, he ended the chat, stood up from the tub, stepped out and wiped his body with the handkerchief on the side.

Gu Qinghan moved his eyes away and frowned slightly.

"Oh!" Gong Zhengyu patted his forehead suddenly, "My clothes are still underneath!"

He just threw it on the side of the road and forgot to pick it up when he was running. He couldn't put on the underwear that was soaked in sweat. He didn't really want to wear white mourning clothes, so he stood there awkwardly.

Why didn't Gu Qinghan know to buy two more clothes for him to change and wash? It's just the coat that has defensive magic that won't get dirty, but the clothes inside still need to be changed!

Gong Zhengyu scratched his head, his handsome facial features wrinkled, "Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Anyway, I have to rest, and it's not impossible to sleep without clothes.

He was naked, walked in front of Gu Qinghan indifferently, took his hand and placed it on his head as a matter of course, "Help me dry my hair."

The young man turned his back to the man, the butterfly bones on his back were surprisingly beautiful, his waist was narrow and thin, his hair was wet and stuck to his skin, and the water droplets from the tips of his hair flowed down his thighs along his buttocks like double mounds, soaking the ground for a long time. small pieces.

Gu Qinghan mobilized his spiritual power to force the water out of the wet hair, with nowhere to rest his eyes, pursed his lips, and reminded, "Be more careful in the future, how decent you will be naked."

"There's no one else here, and I'm not a big girl."

Gu Qinghan choked, feeling that his little apprentice's habit was very bad, he frowned and said: "As a teacher, you are also an outsider, so you should not show your body to outsiders at will."

Gong Zhengyu glanced back, but couldn't see the man's expression, so he turned around and raised his eyebrows, "What are men afraid of? I remember that the places where Xuanqing sent outer sect disciples bathed were all big bathhouses. "

"Or, Master, are you shy?" Gong Zhengyu stared at him curiously, and was even more surprised when he noticed that the hand on the top of his head paused slightly, "No way, how can you have a bridal chamber with my wife when you are like this? !"

Gu Qinghan's brows and eyes wrinkled deeper, his face was ashen.

Suddenly, there was a cautious knock on the door outside the house: "Has the master rested? Can the disciple come in?"

Gong Zhengyu was stunned, and subconsciously wanted to pick up the dirty clothes on the ground and put them around his waist to open the door, but Gu Qinghan pinched his arms and changed positions, and he stood at the opposite door. Seeing Gu Qinghan's back, he was blocked tightly.

"Master?" Jiang Shuqian called again.

Gu Qinghan said: "What's the matter?"

Gong Zhengyu understood his intention, grinned twice, and said in a low voice: "Does it seem like we are having an affair?"

Jiang Shuqian hesitated and said: "Junior Brother Gong is not in the room, disciple... I have something to talk to him about."

Gong Zhengyu smiled weakly: "Sure enough, he is here to make rounds, you big apprentice is afraid that I will hook you away."

Gu Qinghan glanced at him disapprovingly, and his tone was as calm as ever: "He needs to wash his tendons, if it's not urgent, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

"...Yes." Jiang Shuqian agreed, and didn't leave for a while, but wandered outside the house for a while before hesitating to leave.