Master always thinks that disciples are useless

Little Leaf City.

The demonic aura became stronger and stronger, covering the quiet night in a strange and dense manner. Suddenly, a white mist floated from one place, silently engulfing the entire city.

"Mo'er..."

The boy on the bed was suddenly awakened by this illusory and peaceful voice. A pair of furry wolf ears were exposed on his head unsuspectingly, and his pupils turned vigilantly into a frightening yellow-brown like a beast. It turned back to the dark and bright it should be at this age.

"Father!"

A slender and thin man stood at the window. He was indistinguishable from male and female. His whole body was snow white. Even his hair and eyelashes were as pure as snowflakes. His thin body was only wearing a loose long gown. The merman's gauze with cicada wings hangs on his forearm, being gently blown by the wind.

Qi Mo's eyes were completely red, and he rushed forward and hugged the man's leg with all his strength, holding back his tears, wiped the end of his eyes with his sleeve, and choked up, "Father..."

"Mo'er..." Luo Yang sighed silently, stretched out his long and slender hand, with the undegenerated webs of the mermaid between the fingers, inserted it into the wolf boy's hair and rubbed it, "You are too lingering!" Disappointed for my father."

"Father, me!" Qi Mo froze, raised his head with red eyes, and argued incoherently, but the man who looked like a snow lotus on a high mountain was indifferent.

The fingers gradually pulled away, the sharp nails scratched along the boy's cheeks to the throat, and the big palm just pinched the slender neck.

With that extremely kind and easy-going beauty face, the man said slowly: "It's because my father has been so kind to you that you have forgotten your identity, isn't it?"

"There is a difference between closeness and closeness, Mo'er, you are so delusional about being compared with Yi'er." The man's voice was ethereal, soft like a puddle of water, "How could you rebel and compete with Yi'er for the throne..."

Qi Mo opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but his throat was tightly choked, making it difficult for him to even breathe, and his aggressive face turned purple.

The familiar voice was like the last straw that crushed the yak, breaking through his psychological defenses one by one, even the simplest illusions failed to see through.

"righteous……"

"I shouldn't have picked you up from the snow in the first place." Luo Yang said softly, "Do you know how regretful I am? I died because of you...my Mo'er."

"Yi...father..."

Qi Mo spoke with difficulty, his ignorant eyes were full of despair and pain, big tears ran down his cheeks, and hit the back of that white hand that looked like suet cream jade.

He thought it would be better to die.

The adoptive father is most afraid of desertion, so he can continue to accompany the foster father.

"Young master!" A high-pitched female voice with penetrating power suddenly sounded, breaking the silence after nightfall. With a wave of his sleeve, he threw out two arrow feathers and nailed the thing that was trying to kill the young master to the wall. superior.

"Xuanji, how could you..."

"presumptuous!"

The man frowned slightly, Xuanji raised her brows, pointed with two fingers, and brought the gorgeous and noble man back to his original form - a white mist.

The white mist drifted away in an instant.

The wolf boy knelt down on the spot in a daze until the white mist slowly receded. As soon as he came back to his senses, his heart throbbed with pain, and he buried his face in his hands in despair.

Even though he knew that the white mist was a deliberate illusion created by Luo Yi, he would still be troubled by that face that met day and night and the words that came out of that face.

"Aunt Xuanji, it was me... I'm sorry, it was me, who killed my adoptive father... It was me, I was a disaster... It was all me, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"Young master, if the master is still here, he will not want to see you like this." Phoenix's gorgeous clothes squatted down and spread all over the floor, the faint golden red color dispelled the despair of the night, like the morning light at dawn, Make people hopeful.

"You must avenge him, young master."

"Tomorrow I will disguise you as a mortal in the cultivation world." Xuanji sighed softly with her downcast eyes. "Young master, you have to hide it well."

The monks outside Xiaoye City were all plunged into a nightmare by the white mist illusion, leaving only the warm beating sound of the bonfire.

Gong Zhengyu used to get up late, and when he woke up, the sun was already high, and he didn't notice anything unusual.

The mark on Gu Qinghan's Adam's apple could no longer be seen, and he changed back to the cross-collared white shirt he wore most often, with a loose fairy robe over the shirt with sleeves and trim, and he dressed meticulously.

Gong Zhengyu looked at the solemn and indifferent back of the man sitting, pulled his clothes and took a deep breath. What he smelled was the cold fragrance of the man, like the touch of ice and snow on the top of a snow mountain, or like hell. The poppy flower in it is refreshing and addictive.

He stretched out his hand and tugged at the spotless hem of his clothes.

"Are you awake?" Gu Qinghan turned his head sideways.

"Um……"

Gong Zhengyu's voice was lazy, like a cat snoring, he grinned, his affectionate eyes gave the man a veiled look, and he opened his hands.

Gu Qinghan was slightly taken aback, a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth involuntarily, and he stretched out his hand, and Gong Zhengyu sat up lazily from the couch with his arms around him.

The red undershirt was a color that would only be worn by married couples. It beautifully set off the whiteness of the young man's half-exposed chest, his black hair was scattered from his shoulders, and his impeccably perfect and handsome face was still a little troubled.

He didn't intend to move at all, instead he opened his hands and raised his chin, Gu Qinghan knew what it meant.

It is not the first time to dress an apprentice.

Even before Gong Zhengyu, it was the first time Jiang Shuqian wore Xuanqing sect's student uniform, which was nondescript, and he personally put it on for him in those few days.

It's just that today is different from the past, and this is not the young man who doesn't understand anything, last night they...

After hesitating for a moment, he still had no choice but to raise his hand to pick up the throwing robes beside him.

Gu Qinghan lowered his head, his cold brows softened, he carefully fastened the apprentice's loose laces again, then raised his hand, and put on the slim red dress.

The cold fingertips tried to avoid the body that was still warm in the early morning, skillfully fastened the girdle, and finally adjusted the neckline, which was more docile and correct than any time Gong Zhengyu himself wore it.

That's right, in the past, he used spells to become transformed, or there were seven or eight maidservants surrounding him to undress him, so how could he get through the clothes himself.

"Thank you, Master~"

Gong Zhengyu smiled, almost dozed off, hooked Gu Qinghan's face and printed a transparent lip print on that sharp cheek, patted his buttocks and left.

Gu Qinghan froze for a moment, he still couldn't adapt well to such intimate movements, a smear of color quietly appeared on the tips of his ears, he twirled his fingertips, pursed his lips, and sat back again.

Soon, the clear voice of the little apprentice came in from outside.

"Jiang Shuqian, Jiang Shuqian! Where's Jiang Shuqian?"

"Return to Senior Brother, Senior Brother Jiang went to the riverside early in the morning."

"By the river?" Gong Zhengyu was suspicious, "What is he doing by the river?"

I still want to show off my swollen mouth to him, what is he doing by the river?If you don't come back, the swelling will disappear!

"Maybe I went to take a bath. Senior Brother Jiang woke up in a cold sweat this morning," said the disciple.

Gong Zhengyu nodded, and glanced not far away. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the bonfire that had been cold for a long time, and a few sleepy-eyed disciples. He changed the subject: "You were not on duty last night?"

Apart from him and Gu Qinghan, no one should be able to sleep here.

Who doesn't worry every day for fear of being snatched away by the monster clan who suddenly left the city.

The disciple nodded, patted his head in distress and said, "Originally, it was scheduled to take turns to be on duty for an hour, but everyone fell asleep in the second half of the night, and they only woke up around Yin time."

Gong Zhengyu just raised his eyebrows in surprise, and didn't take this matter to heart. After waiting for a while, he saw Jiang Shuqian came back angrily with a gloomy face not far away.

Gong Zhengyu's eyes lit up.

He touched his lips, and they were still a little swollen. The color of the place where he was bumped should be darker. He had already tasted the smell of blood yesterday.

It's not that he seduced Gu Qinghan all day long.

Obviously it was your master who seduced me first.

Gong Zhengyu smiled, and swished his hands to greet him: "Jiang Shuqian~"

The latter stopped suddenly, his face turned green as if he had seen a ghost, and he turned his head directly.

Gong Zhengyu quickly ran up, his body was light, his long legs blocked the way, and he said with a smile, "It's because your master kissed me, why don't you even dare to look at me today?"

Jiang Shuqian glared at him suddenly.

His face was crazily washed by the river, and the bangs on his forehead were all wet, and the water was dripping down, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

Then he straightened his neck, closed his eyes, and kept out of sight.

It's just that he couldn't see it, and the dream from last night was playing in front of his eyes more clearly, stimulating the fragile nerves that were stretched into a straight line and were almost broken.

He actually dreamed of Gong Zhengyu last night!

Moreover, it was still a dream that he seduced the master together...together in the bridal chamber...!

Afterwards, he smiled and forced himself to call him "Master"...

Grass!

Damn it, it's all because of that broken book!It's all because of Gong Zhengyu, a little bitch, who keeps shrieking in front of her all day long!

"Jiang Shuqian," Gong Zhengyu glanced at him suspiciously, and asked in a strange tone, "Did you do something wrong behind my back?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Jiang Shuqian jumped and cursed.

Gong Zhengyu became even more suspicious.

The words of questioning came to his lips, and he was about to say them when he was interrupted by a noisy voice in the distance.

"Help! Help us!"

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

"Demon, demon! Don't! Help!"

"..."

Gong Zhengyu and Jiang Shuqian turned their heads in unison, and looked over at the same time.

Seven or eight people stumbled out of the woods together, including old and young, monks and mortals, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Several people were bloody and bloody. Even the youngest boy with the least injuries had a big cut in his arm. His whole forearm was about to fall off. It was barely connected by a little bit of flesh and blood. It was shocking.

Wolves?

Gong Zhengyu saw the blindfold at a glance, and his eyes flickered.