I, scum gong, never adore Master

I can't even walk, my legs are so weak...

Because of the same name as the original owner, he seamlessly connected this fear to himself.

The horror of the original owner's torture began to give him phantom pain.

He panicked and hurriedly said: "Master! Thousands of mistakes are all Jiang Ye's fault. Jiang Ye is sorry for Master. Master should divorce me!"

stop?

Yun Qi remonstrated: "..."

Yun remonstrated with drooping eyelashes.

A hairy head under his eyes was shaking like a rattle drum, and he denounced himself endlessly.

"What did you just say?" Yun Jian asked.

"Master Hugh..."

The words were swallowed, and he finally realized that his speech was incoherent, and shook his head violently, as if there was a sound of water.

"Bah, no, I mean Master should adopt me!"

Yun abandoned his wife and son to remonstrate: "Who are you going to adopt yourself to?"

Jiang Ye immediately shut up.

He said the wrong thing again.

He has already made soy sauce, master, and turned around and adopted himself as an apprentice to others. Isn't it equivalent to telling master: Ah, I'm tired of playing with you, and I don't want to be with you anymore. I'm going to adopt myself out. Find another master to play with.

Jiang Ye cautiously raised his head to observe Master's expression.

I found that there was no other emotion on that weak and warm face except for some doubts.

Jiang Ye breathed a sigh of relief, guilty as hell.

The tuft of hair on the head is drooping.

"Master, let me be expelled from the sect! I don't deserve to be your apprentice, I've gone too far! I...I shouldn't let you trouble me."

Being expelled from the teacher's school and leaving the master-student relationship clear, does it mean that you don't have to continue to follow the routine of the plot?

Yun Jian didn't understand, he just ate a fruit.

As for?

What's more, he was also seriously injured because of greedy eating, and almost lost his life.

Although the sand tang fruit is rare, Yun Jian would not expel his apprentice from the school just because of such an incident, not to mention there are other reasons for keeping him by his side.

Jiang Ye felt a pair of slender hands holding his arms, about to help him up.

His eyes widened, flattered and terrified.

"I don't blame you for being a teacher."

It's just eating a piece of fruit.

"But...but I did something like that..."

That defiled you!

Yun Jian shook his head, his face still warm.

"Master, I forgive you."

Jiang Yetong's pupils trembled, can this be forgiven?

You are afraid that you have been puaed by the original owner!Or Stockholm Syndrome?

Jiang Ye looked up at him with wide almond eyes, his appearance was too much like a silly puppy, with a bunch of soft hair dangling on the top of his head.

Emotions are written on the face, so easy to guess.

How stupid.

Yun Jian rubbed Jiang Ye's head: "Get up."

How could Jiang Ye dare to disobey the order of the "suffering master", stepped on the overly long clothes, rolled and rolled on the ground with a grunt, then stood up in embarrassment, and rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.

Seeing that the young man didn't dress properly, he stomped on the hem of his clothes and opened the already spacious front of his clothes, revealing the white and delicate skin under his collarbone.

Jiang Ye held his breath, not daring to move.

The distance between them was too close, and the color waste in Jiang Ye's head had not completely dissipated, and he could feel the master's breath caressing his neck when he leaned forward.

With the movement of leaning forward, the neckline was slightly loosened, and the plum red on the Shizun's porcelain white collarbone broke straight into Jiang Ye's eyes.

He was stiffer now, his cheeks hot.

Yun Jian: "Why is your face so red?"

Jiang Ye: "Hot...hot."

Yun Jian frowned: "The poison hasn't dissipated yet? Do you want to..."

"No! No! I'm fine, very fine!"

Jiang Ye hastily waved his hand to refuse, and was afraid that the master would not believe him, so he punched himself hard on the chest a few times to show that he was really healthy!

Help!Give him ten guts, and he wouldn't dare to sleep with Master again.

"It's fine. Bu Lingchen took the wrong clothes. My clothes don't fit you well. They're a bit too long. I've ordered your child to wash your clothes. You can take them back and change them."

A set of black clothes was neatly placed on the low table.

Hearing that the master told him to go back and change his clothes, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and could finally escape from the Hall of Yama.

He also noticed that his clothes were too loose.

This is Master's.

Only then did he realize that the master was half a head taller than him, and his body did look younger.

A few words popped up in his head instantly: Shizun Literature, Young Scum Gong...

He was about to step back respectfully.

When the master turned around, his face suddenly became extremely pale, his sword eyebrows were tightly knit, his steps were fluffy, and the knuckles holding the window frame were all jade-colored.

I can't even walk, my legs are so weak...

It was hard not to panic Jiang Ye, who had labeled himself a scumbag.

He looked at his small body, which was not considered burly, and lamented that people can't be judged by appearances, and the original owner is too doggy and wolf, to toss the master like that!

The master staggered and almost fell, and barely held on to the window lattice to stabilize his body.

A pair of fragile peach eyes looked back at Jiang Ye.

"Go back."

Jiang Ye was taken aback, should he return or not?

At this time, did Master have feelings for him?

Master looks like a fragile outer room that has been let down and abandoned, holding back his sadness with anger and resentment.

Jiang Ye was filled with complicated emotions.

Master doesn't blame him now because the plot hasn't developed to that point yet.

He must do things in an upright manner and be a clean man!

From now on, you must not continue to get your hands on Master!

Most importantly, quickly find an opportunity to cut off this relationship!

After figuring it out, he suppressed the feeling of guilt, turned around with his clothes in his arms, and quickly ran out of the small building.

At this moment, Yun Jian who drove away his apprentice suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, Jiang Ye heard the sound, his footsteps stopped suddenly, but he didn't look back, he gritted his teeth and ran away.

Sensing Jiang Ye leaving the waterside pavilion, Yun Jian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Bu Lingchen came over via sound transmission, a little anxious.

"Have you forgotten what day it is? Why are people still entering Shenyin Peak?"

Yun Jian lowered his eyelashes and said nothing, a smear of blood from the corner of his lips passed from the back of his hand.

He really forgot the time, and spent two days and nights in the hot spring. He passed out at that time, thinking that only one night had passed.

Regarding the "forgetting" thing, it is not clear whether it is unintentional or random.

He didn't care that much anyway.

Dusk has come, the sun is setting on Shenyin Peak, and the cold moon in the sky is about to rise into the night.

In the peach blossom eye sockets, the dark red was gradually dyed with light-colored glass beads, and the clear and transparent turned into deep black in an instant. The long silver hair hanging down to the knees floated behind him without wind, as if to wrap his whole body in it.

Yun Jian waved his sleeves and disappeared in the water pavilion in a blink of an eye.

When Jiang Ye entered the waterside pavilion, the setting sun was still shining in the west, and in the blink of an eye, it was gloomy as if a storm was brewing.

And he wandered around Shenyin Peak for a long time, but couldn't find a way out.

He was brought here by that young man. At that time, he was full of thoughts that he was about to face the gust of wind, and his heart was so confused that he didn't remember the way at all.

Let him go back now?

Not only did he not know where his disciple garden was, he couldn't even find the way down the mountain.

In a daze, he walked to the edge of a clear pool.

Jiang Ye felt uncomfortable when he saw pools, ponds, soup springs and other storage pits.

Not to mention that the first scene of his death was in a hot spring when he first transmigrated, but it is said that in his previous life, from childhood to adulthood, the experience of almost drowning several times was enough to make him shudder.

He suffered floods, and the most outrageous one was when he fell asleep and almost drowned in the bathtub.

How absurd this experience is.

If it wasn't for the dim moonlight, half-covered by clouds, and the darkness in the mountains, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to walk to the water's edge.

Jiang Ye, who couldn't even remember the way back to the waterside pavilion, decided to find a place to wait for the night, and maybe someone passing by would take him back at dawn tomorrow.

At this moment, in the silent night, there was a clear cry that seemed to be made by some kind of bird.

But it's not singing loudly, nor courting a mate, but a mournful cry as if trapped in a cage and tortured.

Turn the night back.

At this time, the dark clouds in the sky cleared, releasing the bright moonlight.

He saw a thick white plum tree in the center of the clear pool, its twigs protruding from the pool, the roots intertwined and intertwined, arching out of the water.

The white plum blossoms bloom in clusters on the branches regardless of the seasons. The hazy moonlight with soft cold smoke is vaguely projected on the white plum blossoms, outlining the bright outline with soft light.

Birds wailed, each sound more mournful.

It came from the center of the tree covered with flowers.

Move the night ghost around the pool like a ghost.

I saw a piece of red hot blood splashed on the cold white plum, more and more stained, layer upon layer.

bright red to dark red.

In the center of the trembling white plums, a bird's wing hangs down.

The dying white bird seemed to have no energy to whine any more. It lay down on the trunk of the white plum tree, a pair of wings covered with pure white feathers drooped by its side.

It can't control those wings.

It didn't seem to be its wings, but fake wings inserted into its body.

"Tick-tick--"

Under the cover of the feathers, the bright red blood trickled out of the body drop by drop, and fell into the pool under the tree. The pool seemed to have a soul, and it absorbed the white bird's blood insatiably.

Surrounded by inexplicable fragrance, very attractive.

Under the moonlight, the reflected light of the night dazzled.

He saw it.

The base of the white bird's wings were embedded with nails and even chained.

The blood flowing from its body also flowed from the wound where the nail was embedded.

As if alarmed that someone was looking at it, the dying white bird suddenly opened its scarlet eyes, and the light-colored glass beads were soaked in blood. It dragged its wrecked body and struggled to fly away, but the wings were broken.

Just smash a tree and blooming flowers, float into the pool, and drown in the abyss.

How could he come?

The author says:

In the original setting, there is only one white plum tree here.

So - pull out the weeping willows at night.

Jiang Ye: Jiang Ye: I think Xiaoniao Yiren is also very good.