I, scum gong, never adore Master

Master is determined to let him be that exhausted cow

Yun Jian scrutinized the pictures he drew, with a serious look on his face.

Bu Lingchen looked at it and shook his head, "You really don't understand what this is?"

Seeing him frown in bewilderment, Bu Lingchen sighed, waved his sleeves and took out his collection of scrolls, laying them out in front of Yun Jian.

Similar gestures and movements suddenly caught Yun Jian's eyes, and he was still perplexed. When the scroll was fully unfolded and a few lines of words to help explain the picture were revealed at the end, Yun Jian finally showed a slightly stunned expression.

"Uh..." Bu Lingchen pursed his lips and looked at Yun Jian with great interest, without blinking his eyes, as if he was afraid of missing some rare scene.

This kind of person with cold temperament and calm emotions actually has today.

However, there are only a few lines of words, and under normal circumstances, you can read them at a glance, but Yun Jian stared at them for a long time as if he couldn't read.

He knew each word separately, but it was difficult for him to read it together.

The man with the expressionless expression of an exiled immortal gradually showed a shocked expression on his face.

He confirmed several times that he was not mistaken, and then turned his gaze back to those pictures with strange postures.

The bodies of those entangled with each other are vividly depicted, except for the faces that are not painted.

But the picture he drew with his own handwriting is different. The twisted posture is almost similar to Bu Lingchen's unfurled scroll, and when he and Jiang Ye's faces are added, it looks especially weird.

However, Yun Jian did not paint a complete picture like this.

What he saw in Jiang Ye's spirit was more than that, what he saw was just the tip of the iceberg.

There are still many unspeakable poses in Bu Lingchen's private collection of paintings, and Yun Jian has seen them all in Jiang Ye's spiritual memory.

In addition to the small hot spring building, the scene also includes the top of the Yunhai Mountain of Shenyin Peak, the bamboo forest on the main peak, and the sleeping quarters of Jiang Ye...

Even the water pavilion where he is now has scenes of the two being entangled...

If it was a static picture, perhaps Yun Jian could not understand it thoroughly.

However, combined with the words described in the picture scroll, and Jiang Ye's memory of the constantly shaking body, he screamed and groaned in humiliation as if he couldn't bear it...

Thinking of Jiang Ye's abnormal behavior these past few days, the boy's face turned red at every turn...

Jiang Ye once said: "But...but I did such a thing..."

"It's a big deal, I'll serve him with color again! Satisfy him, and blow the pillow again, don't worry about you not being saved!"

"You shouldn't covet Master, you shouldn't get your hands on Master, you shouldn't let Master suffer this kind of pain!"

These Yun Jian always felt inexplicable words, suddenly there is a new explanation.

Long silver-white hair hung down from his shoulders, and as he slightly closed his chin, half covering his porcelain-white cheeks, his eyelashes trembled for a moment, and he quickly put away his momentary astonishment.

He raised his pair of cold and pure eyes again.

Bu Lingchen seemed amused, and said with a sneer, "Understood?"

As soon as the words fell, a cluster of raging flames suddenly ignited in front of him, which almost burned Bu Lingchen's eyebrows, and he took two steps to react.

I saw Yun Jian's own painting, and even the scroll were burned.

As soon as Bu Lingchen came to his senses, he rushed forward to grab his own scroll. The back of his hand was burned, but he only managed to grab back half of the scroll.

He suddenly became unhappy, and said angrily with a broken face: "It's fine if you burn your own things, my baby offended you?"

When the fireworks were finished, the embers fell to the ground and turned into dust.

Yun Jian waved his cloud sleeves, and the table was clean again, as if nothing happened just now.

Only the torn scroll that Bu Lingchen held in his arms...

Peach Blossom eyes were like a sealed ice pool, and after only one glance, Bu Lingchen hurriedly put the scroll back into his sleeve.

Yun Jian said indifferently: "What are you keeping for such filthy and filthy things?"

Bu Lingchen didn't take it seriously, but smiled instead.

"I'm a person who has lost my Taoist partner. Naturally, the things left by my deceased wife should be kept well, and they should be read as thoughts. If I knew you were like this, I wouldn't show it to you!"

It's a bit embarrassing to say the back.

Yun Jian would not sympathize with his undead couple. He has never had any needs in matters of emotion. Strictly speaking, not only love, but other emotions may not be too strong.

Just recalling the picture in Jiang Ye Shenhun's memory, he felt a faint feeling of nausea.

That feeling might have nothing to do with Jiang Ye, but Yun Jian couldn't remember the specifics.

That's just an emotion, not a memory.

Being coveted by others, and also imagined in his mind as a tactful Cheng Huan, lying on her body, Yun Jian felt... very uncomfortable.

Yun Jian's temperament has always been cold, and his peach eyes are filled with ice that cannot be melted for thousands of years. Only that little fool like Jiang Ye can feel that Master is gentle.

Bu Lingchen couldn't control Yun Jian's emotions at the moment.

Swallowed the sentence "Your apprentice thinks that way about you, what do you think?"

Turning around and leaving, I went to find a way to restore my picture scroll.

Although the drawing paper was burned, the picture imprinted in my mind could not be easily dissipated.

As soon as Bu Lingchen left, he was the only one left in the waterside pavilion, Yun Jian stared at the clean copybook blankly for a long time, his eyes collided with the window where Jiang Ye had just been lying.

He took a paper talisman and turned it into a paper crane and flew out of Shenyin Peak.

Not long after, the sweeping boy who was waiting at the foot of the peak came over respectfully.

"Remove this soft bed." Tao Mou glanced behind the translucent embroidered screen, and said again: "The bed in the inner room has also been changed."

The little boy was a little puzzled, but he followed the order and got things done.

After a lot of tossing, when the little boy finished changing the bed in the inner room and the soft one by the window, the moon had already floated on the branches.

The full moon was almost the same as last night, hanging far away in the night sky.

The physical damage last night has been almost healed by the spiritual spring. As for the crack in the soul, even if there is no cure for the medicine stone, he doesn't seem to care much about it.

Looking down, the side of the waist was chapped due to the wound, and the blood soaked the white clothes again.

He was numb to this kind of pain and didn't take it seriously, but he always liked cleanliness and couldn't tolerate blood stains on his clothes, so he took off his clothes and fetched the ointment used by ordinary monks that Jian Shichu had sent at the beginning.

It's just that he was clearly dealing with the wound on his waist, but for some reason, his heart suddenly became hot.

I could even hear the sound of my heartbeat, which gradually changed from soothing and steady to disordered and out of rhythm.

Yun Jian laid out his spiritual consciousness and confirmed that there was no one else in Shenyin Peak except him.

Then this heartbeat...

"Master..." murmured like a mosquito, indistinct.

Not only was his heart beating throbbingly, Yun Jian even heard the man talking in his sleep...

——It will be night.

Sinking the night into the abyss of dark sweet dreams, since he became a slag after transmigrating books, he either lived in fear, or fell asleep in a coma. This is the first time he has slept peacefully in this world.

Worried that his roommate would covet him, he even closed his clothes and went to sleep.

Falling asleep, he didn't even notice that the white bird's tail feathers that were placed on his chest were slightly warming up against his chest. He even instinctively felt that the heat was very warm and comfortable, and he didn't intend to wake up.

Instead, he fell into a deep dream.

In the past two days, Jiang Ye's mind was full of color text plots, and the dreams he had naturally would not deviate from this range.

After the red-faced plot, there is a scene that can be called a nightmare.

With crimson peach eyes, the master held the sword and walked towards him step by step.

This time, instead of watching from the sidelines, he seemed to be trapped in the apprentice's shell.

Faced with Master's inhuman torture, he could only endure it forever. He had his tongue cut out, and he didn't even have a chance to explain that he was not the original owner.

Fear spread, and the heart beat like a drum.

Dream talk is messy and disorderly, illogical.

First: "Huh? Still... still want it?"

"Master, don't take it off... I, I can't do it..."

"There is no plowed land, only exhausted cattle..."

Then: "Master, I'm not...not me."

"I shouldn't covet...wrong."

Master: "..."

Because the tail feathers were attached to Jiang Yexin's mouth, and he actively sensed his master, Yun Jian almost listened to all his chaotic and blushing dreams.

At first I was stunned and speechless, then I felt absurd, and then I became confused and puzzled.

This apprentice... besides coveting himself, he actually knows it's wrong?

The densely entangled silk thread on Yun Jian's wrist lights up, flickering with faint light.

This is the so-called "disciple contract" he formed with Jiang Yejian.

Others may not know, so why can't he see it.

This is not a disciple contract at all, but a life and death contract.

The so-called life-and-death contract means that the two people who signed the contract will live and die together from now on.

If the contract is not understood, life and death are shared.

From the first time he saw Jiang Ye, when he saw the same contract as himself wrapped around Jiang Ye's wrist, he knew it.

It's just that this contract has not been branded into Jiang Ye's soul, and it has no effect.

Yun Jian has no memory of the contract that appeared on him out of thin air, and he doesn't know who is behind the design of these things?What is the purpose?

In order to continue to observe the clues, in the name of his master, he accepted Ye Ye as his apprentice.

But now, what Xiao was thinking in Jiang Ye's mind already made him feel sick.

What's more, he didn't care that much about what the people behind it designed.

Now that the contract has not been concluded into the soul, it is not as complicated as life and death, and when it is forcibly broken, it will only cause some physical damage, and he doesn't care.

As for Jiangye...

Since he dared to think about such nasty things, even his dreams were full of filth, Yun Jian naturally didn't care about the life and death of this nominal apprentice.

Abandoned.

……

Jiang Ye slept very restlessly this night, with constant nightmares.

Embarrassing and scary.

On the second day, facing the blue and black bruises under his eyes, he got up in a daze, and looked towards the screen next to him. His hardworking roommate had long since disappeared, and he should have rushed to the morning class.

Jiang Yechou died, he failed to escape, will he still have to go to class in the future?

Thinking about the homework he owed Elder Xuanming, he began to worry about himself who had no way out.

Pushing open the door, I saw a strange boy standing respectfully at the door.

The little boy said: "The Immortal has an invitation."

Jiang Ye was taken aback: "Which immortal?"

"Naturally, it is the Immortal Venerable of Shenyin Peak."

"Uh..." A kind of plant ah ah ah! !

He was tired all night last night, and he was working hard in his dream. As soon as he opened his eyes, the master couldn't wait to call him to bed.

Could it be dissatisfaction with desire?

Apart from this, there is no other explanation. According to the description in the original text, they are prostitution every day. Now that three days have passed, it seems reasonable for Master to want it.

Jiang Ye's exhausted almond eyes showed fear, and his Adam's apple rolled.

Master is determined to let him be that exhausted cow!