The boss always wants to kill me

This apprentice didn't have a name, after five days, Cangbi's injury had almost healed, and she was carried out of the room by Wuming.

"Next." The nameless hand held two long swords and threw one of them.

Cangbi was able to catch it, and tried to pull a sword flower. This body probably had practiced martial arts, and it looked a bit like that, but Wuming obviously didn't think so. With a wave of the long sword, he cut a long line on the ground White notch, angrily swept: "You are embroidering!"

"Master, I..." Before Cang Bi could utter her excuses, Jian Guang stabbed at her face, she quickly raised her sword to block it, and finally took the next move, she was shocked by the sword energy and took three steps back, falling to the ground , extremely aggrieved, "Master, can you slow down..."

What answered him was another strike of sword light, Cang Bi dodged to the left, and rolled on the ground, the sword edge barely swept across his side, cutting off a piece of clothing material.

Said it was a counter move by the guide, but Cangbi ran away desperately, and Wuming rolled the whole yard where he was tossing around like teasing a bird in a cage.

Cangbi was miserable, but this master came here to chase his life, and had no intention of releasing water at all.It's not that Wuming didn't release the water, it's really Cangbi's own kung fu, even if Wuming only used two things, he can be knocked down in an instant.

It was a slightly hot day in late spring, Cangbi was sweating profusely, and several wounds on his body were cracked again. The sweat flowed, which made him frown and cry out in pain. I could bear it as much as I could, but after a long time, my face turned white from the pain, and I staggered and fell to the ground, no longer having the strength to lift the sword.

"Trash." Wuming cursed, and finally stopped, and carried Cangbi into the room like a chicken, lifted out a large bathtub, and put it in the middle of the room, "Wait."

Cangbi sat upright.

Wuming walked in and out, poured a pot of boiled hot water into the bucket, and then mixed it with cold water to test the temperature. Finally, a big bucket was prepared, sprinkled something into it, and threw a can of wound medicine on the table. "Clean up before dinner, otherwise..."

"My life..." Cangbi took the opportunity.

"..." Wuming's face was extremely ugly, and he said, "It's good to know." He went out of the room and closed the door.

Cangbi soaked in moderately warm water, buried her nose in the water, blew a few breaths, and mumbled a few blisters.The wound was soaked in water, so logically it should be uncomfortable, but he didn't feel any pain, instead he felt a sense of comfort being soothed by the water flow. When he smelled it carefully, there was a faint medicinal fragrance in the water.

A figure was reflected on the swaying water surface, Cangbi stopped her movements, poked her head out, waited for the water surface to calm down, and carefully looked at her own reflection.

He is no longer a four-legged fox at last. His long hair like ink hangs down, hangs over his collarbone with red marks, and sinks into the water. His fair face is finally unscathed. His brows are elegant and delicate, his red lips are slightly parted, and he is not heroic. She is more than soft and beautiful, like the stunning beauty in the picture scroll, whoever sees her will be attracted to a little bit.

Except for his hair color and his pupils which have turned into an extremely dark blue color, his current appearance is almost the same as his original appearance.

"Xiao Hei, I'm so beautiful, he can do it well." Cangbi lifted a strand of hair and smoothed it out, no matter how she looked at it, she felt that the original silver hair was more beautiful.

The black bracelet turned into a small earth dragon, swam to Cangbi's collarbone, stayed on the wound and rubbed it: "Yeah, how can I do it?"

"Tiantian said that it would kill me." Cangbi turned around and lay down on the edge of the bucket with her head down. No matter how beautiful the skin was, Lianyun was indifferent, and Wuming was so cruel that he could whip it off.

Thinking about it this way, I felt a little weird, Wuming kept saying that he was going to kill him, but after Cangbi woke up, he never did anything to really hurt him. , Even the few whips I saw with my own eyes that day were all whipped to the ground.

Could it be that he misunderstood that the whip marks on his body were not caused by Wuming?But he was indeed hung in the cellar, and the person holding the whip beside him was nameless, and the culprit who nearly fell off the cliff in his memory was also nameless.

The more Cang Bi thought about it, the more confused she became, and wanted to discuss with Xiao Hei again, when the door was opened.

Wuming came in with food, with a dark face, wishing he could use his sword to pry people out of the water: "The water is getting cold, get out."

Consecutive moves for several days always tossed Cangbi to death. Gradually, he found a way to deal with Wuming—bitter tricks.

Whenever there is something wrong with his face, Wuming will definitely stop. Although the expression and words are horrifying, but at least the physical pain is unnecessary. Every time he comes and goes, Cangbi's courage becomes more and more courageous. From being really weak before, to pretending to be weak later, until the injury is completely healed, the behavior is almost brazen.

This day, Cangbi Khan had only shed a few drops, and she lay down on the ground softly as usual: "Oh...so dizzy..."

With a sound of "Zheng", the long sword pierced the ground less than an inch from the ear, and Cangbi shrank back in fright, only to hear Wuming shout angrily: "Don't give you some color and start the dyeing workshop, get up! If you don't practice today During this time, no rest is allowed."

"Zi Shi? Master, I'm going to die of exhaustion." Cang Bi gestured to cover his brow, which was neither painful nor dizzy, and what responded to him was a head-on sword. Even though it barely stopped at the tip of his nose, he was still horrified. They all froze, got up, grabbed the sword steadily, "Good master, I was wrong..."

This pair of tricks is dark and dark, Wuming is always merciful, Cangbi three-legged cat's kung fu has really improved, at least half of the time does not need to roll on the ground, but fortunately, when it is not really practiced, the moon is in the middle of the sky When Cangbi was so tired that her steps were sloppy, Wuming stopped.

Over the past few days, Cangbi has not suffered much, and has grown a lot more courageous. Yangtian complained: "Master, you abused me, and I will not be your apprentice anymore."

Wuming's hand holding the chopsticks stopped, and the next moment he slapped it on the table, smashing a table in half, and smashing the rice bowls and dishes on the ground, making a mess all over the place. With a strong murderous intent in his eyes, he strangled Cangbi's eyes. Neck: "If you want to escape from my grasp, there is only one way——"

"die."

"I, I'm joking." Cang Bi flinched, holding her ring finger.

"What's so ridiculous?" Wuming let go of his hand.

Cangbi had nothing to eat from this meal, and of course she couldn't eat any more, she shrank her neck and got back on the bed, dying to say: "Master, I was wrong, I dare not."

Wuming said nothing, after cleaning up the room, he threw a steamed bun beside Cangbi's pillow, watched him eat without taste, then found a set of wrinkled black clothes from the bottom of the cabinet, and threw them on the bed: "Tomorrow, follow me to do errands."