take care of yourself

However, no one can answer this question for him now, Zhuo Yuanshan walked out of Ying Yige's tenderness with his whip, but he didn't look happy, Ying Yao stared at his wrinkled face for a while in complete confusion. Eyebrows, Qi said: "My delicate nephew can't satisfy you?"

With a cold face, Zhuo Yuanshan raised his hand and gave him a whip, and whipped it impartially on Ying Yao's chest with the snake-toothed bell hanging on it.

The two bells immediately rang crisply, entangled with each other intimately, Ying Yao was pulled back by the force of the whip, the thorns pierced into the skin on the wrist stirred the scabbed wound, and flowed again bleeding.

A moment later, a bright red welt appeared on his bare chest. The pain was nothing compared to being forced to put on a snake-toothed bell. Said that you were not willing to attack him, and you suffocated after two nights?"

Ying Yao felt that he couldn't stand it personally when he heard this, Zhuo Yuanshan was really enraged by him, raised his hand and whipped him more than ten times, and said angrily: "What are you, a furnace, how dare you fight him Comparable?"

The tip of the last whip brushed Ying Yao's cheek, and Zhuo Yuanshan withdrew his strength in time to prevent his head from bleeding, even so, it left a long and narrow welt that oozes blood.

Ying Yao knew that he had guessed right, he took a breath very lightly, and returned to his original docile and submissive appearance, lowering his eyes to silently endure Zhuo Yuanshan's temper.

Perhaps Zhuo Yuanshan prided himself on deep love, but in Jianxiu's view, the group of ruthless Taoist monks who shouted that love is irreversible... Now including the messy demon cultivators, they were basically moaning without illness.

Even if you don't talk about how the beauty of the great way can shake people's hearts, just talk about the most obvious mountains and rivers that can be seen with the naked eye, isn't it better than two people sitting in a random place, with only each other's love and me in their eyes worth watching?There are also those who seek death and life for this, it is even more unreasonable.

Zhuo Yuanshan's anger came and went rather slowly, he strangled Ying Yao's throat with a whip, [here is a paragraph that is omitted here], after going back and forth a few times, he barely calmed down, and cut off the wound on Ying Yao's hand. The thorns let him down from the arbor.

Ying Yao's legs were a little weak, and when he landed, he staggered two steps back and leaned against the pillar of the pavilion before he stood still. He opened his eyes and untied Zhuo Yuanshan's whip wrapped around his neck, and coughed a few times with his mouth half-covered.

Zhuo Yuanshan stared at him thoughtfully for a while: "It's fine if you don't want to be called master," he said with a rare look of conscience, "I'm on the same level as your father, so you can call me Uncle Shi. "

Ying Yao raised his head and glanced at Zhuo Yuanshan, then said meekly, "Uncle Zhuo Shi."

His eyes looked a little surprised, and he wanted to ask Zhuo Yuanshan if Ying Yige called him grandpa if he counted his seniority in this way, and also wanted to know if he thought playing incest was fun, but he didn't have time to say it. It was dark before his eyes, and he fell down in a dizzy state.

Zhuo Yuanshan subconsciously stretched out his arms to embrace him.

When he first entered Ying Yao, he found that he was still having a fever, but he was still angry at that time, so he didn't care about it. Now that he thinks about it, he seems to have been having a fever since the day he returned to the cave. Zhuo Yuanshan frowned slightly, thinking: trouble.

Zhuo Yuanshan put Ying Yao on the jade bed where he was meditating, after thinking about it, he felt that it was wrong, then he took out an ordinary soft bed from the mustard ring and moved him onto it, and looked distressedly at his own jade bed that was covered by a sword. The word "Joining the World" left by Xiu's Dao Xin stretched out two fingers to lightly touch his veins, and then gave a disgusted "tsk".

Jianxiu was as strong as a bull, but a little cold entered his body, and he couldn't eat without spiritual energy, so he fainted from hunger.

Ying Yao woke up when Zhuo Yuanshan stuffed him into the quilt on the soft bed, he was a little confused, he vaguely remembered that Zhuo Yuanshan had warned him not to open his eyes on the bed, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

This sleep was so dark that it seemed that someone picked him up and fed him medicine. Yingyao reached for the medicine bowl without opening his eyes, touched the side of the bowl and felt that his tongue was not hot, raised it to his mouth and swallowed it in two gulps. , threw away the medicine bowl and poured it on the pillow again.

When Zhuo Yuanshan turned back to get a candied fruit, he found that the medicine bowl had rolled to the ground. He stared dissatisfiedly at the medicine residue on Ying Yao's lips for a moment, then pinched his jaw and threw the candied fruit in his hand.

Ying Yao tasted the sweetness on the tip of his tongue, he smacked his lips, and muttered, "Which bastard... took my hard-earned money to buy sugar?"

Zhuo Yuanshan thoughtfully remained silent.

He thought of another thing from this complaint, extended his spiritual thoughts, and found that Ying Yao's master had found his broken sword, and was knocked out by two of Ying Yao's fellow apprentices, and he was carrying it out of the snow mountain .

Moxiu peered condescendingly for a while, then withdrew his divine thoughts with a cold snort, and made up his mind not to pay attention.

He straightened his robe, threw Ying Yao and the bed into an empty room in the Immortal Palace, got up and summoned his subordinate Moxiu to share the rewards for this inspection.

In the middle of the night, when Yingyao was half asleep and half awake, he heard someone talking loudly about him outside the door: "The new sword repair master brought back looks similar to the son you care about..."

And another voice said contemptuously: "But it looks like a lowly bastard, and I don't know how to please the master."

Ying Yao was woken up by these two voices, he turned over, belatedly realized that the scumbag they were talking about was referring to himself, he couldn't help but raised his hand and touched his rough face, dazed I thought: Are they serious?

The courtyard he lives in should be very remote in the fairy palace of Zhuoyuan Mountain. You can't see the color of flowers and plants when you push it away. It's full of snow. It's only a little colorful at sunrise and sunset. Ying Yao took a second look. Feeling bored, he closed the window, leaned back on the back of the chair, closed his eyes and pondered sword moves.

Zhuo Yuanshan suspected that his current cultivation level was too low, so he asked his subordinates to send a box of Buling Pill and Zhuji Pill and never heard of it again. Ying Yao ate the Buling Pill for two days, and fell asleep on the third day When I got up, I found that I had returned to the golden core stage.

He leaned against the wall with a dazed face and sat down for a while, and finally had to admit that the body of the incense mat and stove is indeed unique, but this cultivation base is like a castle in the air, and it seems to be separated by a layer of paper, so he can't practice bit by bit like himself The drive that comes out is so handy, but it is a golden core after all, and it is barely enough to practice sword intent.

There was a thunder calamity in Dandan, probably because Ying Yao's cultivation had lost his realm and he didn't immediately fall down. There was no defense when he came to the door.

Ying Yao sat on the edge of the bed and watched him walk in weakly, and said with tears in his eyes: "I didn't want to, uncle, don't blame me..."

Ying Yige wore a robe that Ying Yao could not afford even if he had sold himself ten times. He rested his chin and looked at his aggrieved and helpless appearance for a while, clapped his hands contemptuously, and stood up. Cleverly avoiding the protective runes of the robe, he grabbed him by the collar and threw him out of his yard.

Ying Yige plunged into the snowdrift at the door, and ran away with red eyes like a little rabbit.

Sure enough, Zhuo Yuanshan came to the door that night.

Ying Yao lay on the bed with his eyes closed, making a fuss out of nothing: "I see that Uncle Zhuo provided him with rich clothes and food, and he didn't even dare to touch him when he frowned. Got an ancestor."

Zhuo Yuanshan said coldly: "I am willing."

Ying Yao was silent for a while: "So... do I have a seniority?" Then he said enthusiastically, "Come on, ask your ancestors to let me listen."