Zha Gong You Don’t Know Love [Quick Transmigration]

Xia Lang took Wang Kang and Ji Wuchen back to the Shangqing Palace.

When Wang Kang came to the Shangqing Palace for the first time, he was overwhelmed by the imposing manner of the majestic and huge palace, and dared not enter it for a long time.

After Xia Lang walked a few steps, he realized that Wang Kang was far behind: "Hey! The one behind! Can you go!"

Wang Kang tremblingly looked at the supreme place of the Shangqing sect in front of him, and even forgot his hostility towards Xia Lang: "I...I...can really go in?"

Why doesn't this feel like a punishment, but a reward!

How many disciples have never been able to step into the Shangqing Hall in their entire lives, but he did it!He is willing to let him die now!

"What are you thinking?" Sharon glanced at him, pointed to the side hall next to him: "Where do you live?"

The side hall was the place where Ji Wuchen wanted to arrange Xia Lang to live. Although the conditions were not as good as the main hall, it was definitely not bad. Xia Lang said: "The scope of your activities in the future is the side hall. Without my permission, you are not allowed to come out. Did you hear me!"

"Yes." Wang Kang reluctantly squeezed out a word from between his teeth.

Only then did Xia Lang step into the hall with satisfaction, leaving Wang Kang outside alone.

[Do you think I look like the wife of the principal house and returned to the room in style after cleaning up the concubine] Xia Lang said to the system with great interest.

【…】What is it like to have a host who always likes to add drama to himself?

When Xia Lang stepped into the hall, he happened to see Ji Wuchen carrying a few books and was about to go out.

Xia Lang pretended not to see the book in Ji Wuchen's arms, and greeted him with a smile: "Master, when are you going to rest, Aaron is a little tired today, I want to rest early."

"I don't live here today," Ji Wuchen said. Being in the same room with Xia Lang made him feel very uncomfortable. There were always two voices fighting in his body. One asked him to treat him better, and the other said he would Business.

So he chose to face Sharan as little as possible: "I want to read in the study."

"Then I will accompany you," Xia Lang anxiously grabbed Ji Wuchen's hand, "I can grind ink for Master!"

Ji Wuchen subconsciously pushed Xia Lang away: "No need."

It's like this again.

Looking at the indifference and calmness in Ji Wuchen's eyes, Xia Lang took a step back.

It's like this every time, obviously promised him to listen to him, and obviously will do things according to his requirements, but he started to resist anywhere he didn't enforce it.

Although Ji Wuchen didn't say anything, his resistance to Xia Lang was written all over his body.

He obviously didn't do anything, didn't he!

Xia Lang opened his mouth, wanting to ask Ji Wuchen, does he still regard himself as his disciple?

Or - loathsome, annoying, eternal sinner?

Looking at Ji Wuchen's alienated movements, Xia Lang felt that the answer was already on the verge of coming out.

He is the dirtiest stroke on Shizun's flawless resume, he knows it in his heart, but he still shamelessly wants to get closer...

Forget it, that's it.

Anyway, there are...less than fifteen days, isn't it?

Let him be willful for a while...

Master, don't blame me.

"What if I ordered you to sleep with me?" Xia Lang's tone suddenly became tough, and there was a little mist in his eyes, but Ji Wuchen didn't see it: "If you really want to read , I’ll accompany you to read, if you just want to avoid me,” he looked at Ji Wuchen and shook his head: “I don’t agree, master.”

An overwhelming force swept over, Ji Wuchen was instantly restrained, and his mind was dizzy.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already lying on the bed, and Xia Ran was leaning against the bed, trying to untie his clothes.

Ji Wuchen wanted to struggle, but found that he couldn't move. He could only see Xia Lang's two hands undoing his clothes, and there was a hint of anger in his tone: "What are you doing!"

"Let, master, respect, follow me, get up, sleep, sleep, ah," Xia Lang popped out words one by one from between his teeth: "Master is disobedient, I can only use some small tricks."

"Don't worry, this restriction will be lifted the next morning," Xia Lang said, "It's a pity that tonight, Master will be wronged and sleep with me."

It was the first time Ji Wuchen felt the feeling of being controlled by someone at such a young age, and that person was still his apprentice!

He only felt a cloud of anger burning in his heart, and growled lowly: "What are you doing, untie it quickly!"

"No," Xia Lang shook his head and said, "After untying it, what should I do if the master ran away like yesterday."

As he spoke, he also began to undress himself: "It's okay, Master, my spiritual consciousness has already covered the entire Shangqing Sect. If there is any movement from the Demon Sect, I will definitely sense it." At the end, he suddenly added: "However, it's useless for you to perceive it, isn't it?"

This point hurt Ji Wuchen - he couldn't leave the Shangqing Sect, unless the Demon Sect broke the Shangqing Sect, otherwise his role on the battlefield would not even be as good as an outside disciple...

Ji Wuchen was very surprised that such sarcastic words came out of Xia Lang's mouth.

"I'm thinking," Xia Lang took off his clothes, leaving only a jacket, but didn't go to bed, just dragged his chin and sat next to Ji Wuchen: "Is it because I'm too gentle with Master?" ?”

"Obviously Master has promised me that he has listened to me these days," Xia Lang said, "Master is still so disobedient, which makes me feel very sad."

His eyelashes trembled slightly, his lips turned white, and he seemed to want to say something, but in the end he couldn't say anything, and he actually pulled out a smile.

"I'm so sad." Xia Lang smiled, but in Ji Wuchen's eyes, that smile was ugly, even uglier than crying.

His heart suddenly throbbed and hurt. He was obviously very angry with Xia Ran's behavior just now, but when he saw Xia Ran smiling like this... all he felt was distressed.

"Master, can you touch my head?" Xia Lang put his chin by Ji Wuchen's hand, hiding his expression, and said to Ji Wuchen.

Ji Wuchen subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to touch him, but he forgot that he couldn't move.

Expecting no reply, Xia Lang took Ji Wuchen's hand and rubbed his head against it.

The furry touch made Ji Wuchen feel warm in the palm of his hand, and a warmth spread all over his body along his hands.

"Go to sleep." As soon as Xia Ran finished speaking, the lights went out.

He rolled onto the bed, found a familiar place in Ji Wuchen's arms, and closed his eyes.

After a while, the sound of even breathing came out, and Xia Ran fell asleep.

But Ji Wuchen couldn't sleep at all, his attention was always focused on the person next to him, he could feel Xia Lang's breath warming his chest, he found that he was still worried about him.

You are so softhearted.Ji Wuchen said to himself secretly.

Other elders also had disciples who committed crimes, and they were generally merciless in their actions, either directly executing them, or abolishing their cultivation and driving them out of the Shangqing sect.

The things they committed seemed too insignificant compared to Xia Lang, but Ji Wuchen was still soft-hearted towards Xia Lang over and over again.

Ji Wuchen lay quietly like this, unable to fall asleep. After an unknown period of time, he suddenly found that his fingers could move.

He stretched his hands and feet and found that the restraint was lifted.

He sat up gently, and Xia Ran slipped from his chest, but his eyes were still closed tightly, it seemed that he was not awake.

Should we go?

Ji Wuchen thought.

He was right next to the bed, and he could get out of bed with his feet, but he sat on the bed for a long time.

Sharon couldn't find someone to rely on, murmured a few words in his sleep, and curled himself into a ball.

Ji Wuchen looked at Xia Lang who was curled up into a ball, and there was a trace of struggle in his eyes.

After a long time, he finally lay back on the spot.

"I promised to listen to him in the past fifteen days, and I will do it." Ji Wuchen said to himself.

The next morning, Wang Kang brought breakfast to Xia Lang and Ji Wuchen with a face like he owed him 800 million.

Ji Wuchen got up early and was fully dressed, but Xia Lang was still lying on the bed, holding the quilt and refusing to let go.

"Get up," Ji Wuchen whispered in front of Xia Lang, "The disciples are here to deliver breakfast."

"Just... let me sleep for a while longer," Xia Lang shrank under the quilt, avoiding Ji Wuchen.

Wang Kang was dumbfounded - it was the first time he entered the Shangqing Palace, there was only one bed in this room, so it was obvious where Xia Lang slept yesterday.

He actually slept on the same bed as the sect master!

Ji Wuchen frowned. Today, the leaders of other sects gathered together to discuss the general attack of the Demon Cult, so he had to leave.

He had no choice but to turn around and say to Wang Kang, "You wait here for him to wake up. When he wakes up, if... you tell him I'm leaving first." After finishing speaking, he walked out of the Shangqing Hall without looking back, leaving him stunned. Wang Kang.

Xia Lang didn't ask other disciples to serve him. Instead, he specially asked Wang Kang to bring him three meals a day. Before Wang Kang came, he had made the determination to die, but he didn't realize that he saw this scene.

I don't know why, when he saw the head and Xia Lang together, he actually felt very harmonious... He didn't feel disgusted at all.

As if they were born that way.

Thinking about the rumors that they were masters and apprentices in the past, Wang Kang felt that he could understand a little bit the headmaster's different attitude towards Xia Lang.