Fast wearing witch code

Chapter 5 Sick Disciple, Be Good 05
"Everything is according to the wishes of the master." Chong Li withdrew his gaze, and his tone was respectful and distant as always.

Hey.

It's as cold as ice.

At a young age, one should be more lively to attract people's liking.

Man Luo sighed inwardly, picked up the teacup beside him, took a sip, only to realize that the tea was already cold.

Chong Li stepped forward quietly, pouring hot tea for her skillfully, his movements were skillful and smooth, it seemed that he did these things often.

But... Even the disciples who are handymen generally focus on cultivation, but they will share some light chores in their spare time.

Serving tea and pouring water, even the original owner rarely ordered people to do it, so how could Chongli do it so skillfully.

Thinking of this, Man Luo's gaze moved slightly, landed on Chongli's cuff, and stopped.

Following Chong Li's movement of pouring tea, his ill-fitting sleeves were raised, revealing his thin wrist.

What Manro looked at was not this, but the scar hidden under the sleeve.

There are scars on her target!
The smile on Man Luo's face cooled down, and he pulled Chong Li's sleeves away.

The scar on the arm revealed the whole picture, and the bruises looked shocking.

Surprised by Man Luo's sudden movement, Chong Li let go of his hand, and the teapot he was holding fell to the ground and shattered, and the hot tea splashed on the corner of Man Luo's clothes, bringing out a deep purple color.

"Master, forgive me."

Chong Li lowered his head, looked at the mess on the ground, and was about to kneel down on the spot.

The next moment, he was firmly supported by Man Luo. Man Luo still had a smile on his lips, but he didn't say warmly: "Hey, don't worry about this for now."

Chong Li paused, and slowly stood up straight, his sleeves drooped down, covering those scars.

Man Luo's voice rang in his ears: "Tell Master, who caused those injuries."

"It's the disciple who fell himself." Chong Li's answer did not pause at all, and his calm attitude did not seem to be lying at all.

If it weren't for the fact that the injury looked artificial, Man Luo almost believed it.

She took a breath, and the original owner's originally pleasant voice was deliberately slowed down by her, with a sense of comfort: "Don't be afraid, tell me, who hurt it."

Chongli's fingers curled up under his sleeves, and he answered calmly, "It's the disciple himself."

"is it?"

Seeing Chongli's unshakable look, Man Luo fell silent.

"I see."

Man Luo spoke leisurely.

Since Chong Li didn't say anything, let her investigate it herself.

Manro propped his head up and his eyes were shining brightly.

"If you don't tell me, don't I know how to check it myself?"

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As the sky was getting dark, Chong Li was walking on the winding mountain road.

The boy's figure was soaked in the night, as if he was in the boundless darkness.

He lowered his head, his steps were very light, as quiet as a ghost.

Everyone thinks that cultivators focus on cultivation, regardless of high or low, but when you are really in it, you will understand that the world of cultivators is the cruelest.

How many people have embarked on the path of cultivation with yearning, but because of insufficient talent and bad background, they have become the lowest level of the cultivation world, trampled into mud, looked down upon by everyone, and bullied with contempt.

Even life and death are not valued by people.

Chong Li took a deep breath, suppressed those thoughts, and saw his remote residence from a distance.

The extremely simple wooden house is more like a firewood house than a residence.

A dilapidated and decaying roof may not even be able to keep out the wind and rain.

When Chong Li approached and saw clearly the few disciples blocking the door, his eyes darkened suddenly.

Several disciples obviously saw him and walked over.

(End of this chapter)