I, scum gong, never adore Master

The more gentle he is to anyone, the worse he will die.

He is wearing a book.

Fortunately, he transmigrated as an apprentice, not a master.

Unfortunately, he turned into a scumbag, not only stuffed the master with sauce, closed the small black room, but also invited all the brothers to play together.

The ending is to be killed by the master...

If he could die more happily, Jiang Ye wouldn't mind being saved again.

But what's more troublesome is that he regrets that he didn't delete all the data. If those indescribable novels are discovered, he can imagine the embarrassment and shock of his relatives and friends under the grief.

Social death is more painful than death.

But what scares him more than the death of the society is the inhumane torture that should have been inflicted on the original owner!

The words are arranged and combined in his mind to form stimulating pictures.

In front of him, the blackened master brutally killed the supporting characters of Slag Gong one by one, and when his soul was terrified, he cut off his lips and tongue, beheaded his limbs, and fed his sinful little brother to the dogs...

Green hat can be worn!

You can't take the blame!

But the body he penetrated into had indeed taken possession of the master just now...

In the original text, after the apprentice accidentally tasted the master's taste, he was not satisfied, and relied on the master's doting on him to find reasons to eat meat again and again.

The most common excuse is that I have been poisoned by heat, and I must do something to relieve it, otherwise I will die.

At the beginning, the master was not willing to continue to maintain this kind of unethical relationship with his apprentice. He even preferred that the apprentice find another Taoist partner, or find a spring tower at the foot of the mountain to ease the situation.

But the apprentice is a scumbag!

He is scum!

Not only is he greedy for Master's body, but he is also quite a playwright and can be a monster. He told Master affectionately that he only loves Master, and if Master disagrees, he would rather explode and die than have an affair with others.

The pure and kind master was deeply moved, and he half pushed and half fulfilled the apprentice's wish.

Since then, the hot spring on Shenyin Peak has become the most common place for the two to go to Yunyu together.

The original [-]% possibility, after recalling the night completely, has become completely certain.

I want to cry in the night without tears.

He is not clean anymore, not a pure boy.

At the same time as inheriting this dirty body, he also inherited the identity of slag Gong.

Jiang Ye put his arms around his knees, sitting alone on the long steps in the empty bamboo forest, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, his eyes were moist.

After figuring out what happened to him in the future, he even became numb to the pain in the soles of his feet and scalp.

He just wanted to lie back in the coffin.

His eyes were fixed on the stone tablet at the end of the long steps.

Grinding his back molars at night, the freedom and determination of seeing death as home appeared in his eyes, and he slammed into the stone tablet.

"Uncle, what are you doing?!"

The stele missed, and Ye Ye was pushed to the ground by a sudden palm, and fell heavily on the stone steps, her tailbone went numb, and her palm even scratched her skin.

He grinned his teeth in pain, and stared at the nosy visitor.

Unhappily said: "I'm looking for death! Haven't you seen those who are rushing to reincarnate?"

"Uh..." The visitor was silent for a moment, looking at Jiang Ye with the eyes of a fool.

"Little uncle, you can't die like this. A cultivator can't die if he hits a stone tablet."

Jiang Ye hissed and blew on the wound on his palm, he stood up and raised his eyes to look at the young man holding the scabbard when the pain eased.

The young man was wearing a light blue robe, his long thick black hair was tied up by a simple silver crown, he was meticulous, and although his face was also handsome, Jiang Ye had only seen a peerless beauty not long ago, compared to this person, he was very ordinary up.

This person gave Jiang Ye a strange sense of contradiction.

The young man's elegant and refined face was embedded with a pair of slightly sharp eyes, and he even deliberately used gentleness to cover up that cruelty.

The young man said: "If the stele is smashed, you have to pay for it. It's not worth it."

He smiled gently again, and gave him some advice: "There are many ways to make a monk die completely, the one that the little master wants to die, or the one that is reincarnated after death?"

Jiang Ye widened his eyes in surprise.

"Can I still choose a set meal?"

The young man smiled, "Based on my little master's cultivation in the late stage of foundation establishment, if you choose the former, you can find a monk at the Mahayana stage to overcome the sky thunder that was attracted when he ascended through the catastrophe. If you rub against the thunder that day, you will definitely be able to smash the outside scorched and the inside tender. If it is destroyed, the ashes can be thrown away."

The young man looked at him with a smile: "Regardless."

"Uh……"

"What if you choose the latter?"

Jiang Ye can accept physical transcendence, but he doesn't want to have no chance of reincarnation, not to mention being struck into coke by lightning, this way of death is too inelegant.

It's also weird.

After death, being pointed and watched by crowds, it is too social to die!

The young man said softly: "There are many methods. Find a monk whose cultivation base is higher than yours, and he will attack you without any effort, but this method has its drawbacks."

"What's wrong?"

"There is a certain probability that you will not die. It is very likely that you will be missing arms and legs. You will be paralyzed in bed by the pain, and you can only live with the medicine cup for the rest of your life."

Paralyzed in bed?

Da Lang drinks medicine?

Jiang Ye shook his head, and instantly dispelled the thought.

In his previous life, he was plagued by illnesses, and he could not die or survive for several months before he died.

"Little Master Uncle thinks about it?"

Jiang Ye nodded dejectedly.

"Aren't you going to die?"

Jiang Ye sighed: "Let's do this for now."

The young man squinted his eyes, "Since my uncle has calmed down, I have something to tell you."

This person had been patiently answering him just now, suppressing Ye Ye's uncomfortable sight when he first saw him, patting the dust on the hem of his clothes, and arranging the belt of the robe that couldn't be worn well.

"You said."

"Just now when I was passing by the Disciple Garden, I met a little boy who came from Shenyin Peak to send a letter. I couldn't find you, and I was in a hurry. Fortunately, I met my little uncle here. The little boy said that the fairy asked you to go to the gods. Hidden Peak."

He stopped Ye's waist-wrapped hand, his whole body stiffened like a hard stone sculpture in front of the mountain gate.

Just looking for him after that?

It's impossible to be dissatisfied with desire...

Is it Xingshi asking for guilt?

Jiang Ye didn't know where the plot had progressed, was he scumbag or not?

Very impatient!

The young man thought he didn't hear clearly, so he repeated what he had just said.

I will falter at night.

"I just fell, I have to go back and apply medicine."

"But, in the past, didn't my little uncle go to Shenyin Peak for healing when he was injured?"

"I... my stomach hurts."

"Is there any panacea in Xianzun's place?"

"I mean, I have a bad stomach, so it's convenient."

"Isn't my little uncle all bigu?"

"Uh..." Can't he see that he's making excuses? !

What's the matter with this man?It doesn't look very clever.

Turning Ye Ye's eyes, he was ready to push people away, and then slipped away by himself.

"Ah, thank you, oh, I see, you go to work first, I will go by myself."

The young man smiled and said, "I'll go with my junior uncle, let's go along the way."

"Uh……"

"If the junior uncle delays any longer, the immortal should be in a hurry. After all, the junior uncle and the immortal have formed a discipleship agreement. No matter where the junior uncle is, the immortal can sense it."

Jiang Ye frowned.

Why did he feel that this was a bit inexplicable.

It was as if he had guessed his intention of running away and killed the plan in the cradle ahead of time.

But compared to studying others, he is more afraid of what he will face next.

Two pictures appeared in my mind, each accounting for half.

Half of it is that after the master waved away the others, he looked at him affectionately, stretched out his arms to hug his waist, and Xiaoniaoyiren rubbed against his chest, the tails of his eyes were red, and his beautiful eyes lightly rebuked him for his lack of restraint , shyly and affectionately raised his arms around his neck, leaning forward to ask for a kiss.

The other half is that the master has been ravaged and humiliated, the small black room has a complete collection of shame, and there are many people playing, and he has seen through the essence of his scumbag. This time, he is looking for him quietly and anxiously, in order to start the inhuman torture!

Facing the wind of fate, no matter what the situation is, Jiang Ye feels like falling into an abyss, can't help but tremble, and his teeth chatter in an even rhythm.

"Why is little uncle trembling?"

"Frozen."

"But it's May Day now."

"I'm cold."

"Uh..." Jiang Yehei had a sullen face, unknowingly following the young man to Shenyin Peak.

The young man is gone, and he wants to face the blast alone.

Nuoda's Shenyin Peak is too deserted, and even the children who wait for the sweeper can only be at the foot of the peak, and they are not allowed to enter unless called.Jiang Ye originally thought that Master was cool and quiet, and didn't want to be disturbed.

But now it seemed that he was only half right. It was true that he didn't want to be disturbed, and the reason was a bit indescribable.

Shenyin Peak has set up an enchantment, but he has the disciple deed branded by the master on his body, so it is unimpeded.

After walking around the peaks surrounded by clouds on the mountainside, and stepping up the bluestone steps hidden in the middle of the double row of maple forests, the water pavilion where the master lives is in front of him.

Jiang Ye stood behind the maple tree opposite the lotus pond for a long time, hesitating.

"How long are you going to stand?"

The warm voice suddenly pierced into the cochlea, and he couldn't adapt to it, so his whole body trembled with fright.

never mind!If you can hide from the first day of the junior high school, you can't hide from the fifteenth day!

He closed his eyes, and stepped on the winding corridor on the water as if he was at home.

The cloister was built on the lotus pond. Jiang Ye, who was afraid of water, felt that the lotus pond was the Wangchuan River, the cloister was the Naihe Bridge, and the waterside pavilion on the opposite side looked like the Hall of Yama, and the master was a living King of Hades!

From afar, I could see Master's cold back.

The white clothes are like snow, the sleeves are like clouds, and the long silver hair is loose, flowing down the back to the knees.

He stood before the curved barred window.

Outside the window are a few clusters of Youtan that are about to break into the house. The thin leaves are long and the petals are clean and flawless. The flowers only bloom once a year and stay for one night at a time, but they ignore the laws of nature for this white-clothed god.

In the end, it is the protagonist who suffers, the heaven and the earth show pity, and all things are intimate.

The master is as lonely and arrogant as a flower on a high mountain, and as cold as a banished fairy, but he is... Pooh, defiled by Xiao Xiaoran like the original owner!

Jiang Ye was very angry and helpless.

Most of the emotions of fear were washed away by pity, and the master slowly turned to look at him.

This is the second time Jiang Ye has seen this beautiful face, and it is still so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.

Without the softening of the mist of the hot spring, the outline is firm and soft, not the kind of indistinguishable male and female, nor is it resolute and handsome. The slightly sickly pale makes him look a little weak, like flawless white jade, and also like precious and proud fragile white. porcelain.

Under the slender eyelashes are half-hidden a pair of amorous peach blossom eyes, in which lie light-colored glazed pearls and jade.

Touched with desire and love, while seductive, it also carries a cold and unattainable luxury.

Like the most perfect work created by heaven and earth.

No more than a quick glance in the hot spring, when Jiang Ye saw this warm and beautiful face again, the fear was almost completely dissipated.

——Master is completely different from the blackened description in the original text!

In other words, the second possibility is ruled out, leaving only the first...

Gradually, embarrassment burst out from the bottom of her heart, and suddenly turned into a red mist, climbing to the tips of her ears and floating on her cheeks.

The master walked towards him, gently touched his wrist, and rested his long fingertips on his pulse.

Light-colored thin lips touched lightly, "The injury is almost healed."

Jiang Ye was stunned for a moment, and his face turned even redder.

Familiar with the original text, he naturally knew what the so-called "injury" was.

He doesn't feel any damage to his body at all now, this is just a big lie told by the original owner in order to be indescribable to the master.

But the master believed it was true, and let the apprentice go around, using his body as medicine to satisfy the apprentice's desire.

Jiang Ye lowered his head, drooping.

"Huh?" Master held his wrist, frowned and looked at the broken back of his hand, "Why did you get hurt?"

"Accidentally knocked on it."

The master sighed, and put his palm on the back of his hand. He found that the master's hand was really cold, and soon a coolness penetrated into the skin, but in an instant, the broken skin on the back of the hand healed completely.

"Where else is it hurt?" Master said gently.

Jiang Ye shook his head, pulled the hem of the clothes down, shrunk his bare toes to the bottom of the robe.

"Evernight."

Master's gentle voice rang in his ears.

But Jiang Ye made a "plop-" and his legs softened and he knelt on the ground.

Cold sweat broke out in an instant, and the dull sense of fear suddenly struck like an aftershock, shaking the collapsed building that was originally thought to be calm, and completely crushed it into powder.

He has just reviewed the original text.

I was too impressed with the picture of the master still maintaining gentleness before killing him and calling his name softly.

The master who became black in the later period is always like this, using the most gentle face and voice to make the most cruel and bloody revenge.

The more gentle he is to anyone, the worse he will die.

Immortal peaks and water pavilions shrouded in aura suddenly turned into Shura hell, and the master in white clothes suddenly turned into life-threatening impermanence.

There was only one thought left in Jiang Ye's mind: escape!To escape!must escape!