Fast wearing witch code

Chapter 9 Sick Disciple, Be Good 09
Man Luo leaned against the screen, and the light shone in from behind her, like a fairy stepping on the light.

Chong Li stared blankly for a long time before recovering from Man Luo's light cough.

Just now...he saw his master lost his mind, saw the woman's beautiful, clear and bright eyes looking at him without blinking, Chong Li lowered his head, and then remembered to answer Man Luo's question: "Disciple... Help you make your bed."

After saying that, the corners of Man Luo's lips slowly curled up into a smile, and he approached Chong Li: "The disciple has a heart. But now, as a teacher, what I am more curious about is what you were looking at just now, so engrossed."

Being asked so bluntly, Chong Li's ears became hotter and hotter.

What should he say?The young man pursed his lips, trying to pretend to be calm.

How could Man Luo give up the opportunity to tease Chongli so easily, this is her goal in the strategy, and there is naturally no psychological pressure to tease.

She turned her eyes, held her face close to the young man, and asked with a teasing tone, "Are you looking at me as a teacher?"

The woman's face suddenly moved closer to Chongli, the familiar fragrance poured into her nose, her moist lips lifted lightly, alluring for no reason.

Chong Li felt that all his thoughts were trapped, and in a blank space, he could only hear Man Luo's soft question: "Does it look good?"

"It looks good." The young man replied almost subconsciously with his eyes blurred.

But such an answer was obviously offensive to her.

When he came back to his senses, he anxiously avoided Manro's sight.

"Good~"

Man Luo smiled lowly, with a completely relaxed look. She took out the thing that had been hidden behind her and held it up in front of Chong Li: "This is specially brought for you by the teacher. It is said that all children in the world like this."

Chong Li lowered his eyes, saw that Ruyu was holding a bunch of bright red candied haws with his fingertips, and took it in a daze.

Under Man Luo's scorching gaze, he hesitated and lightly took a bite.

The fresh and plump hawthorn is wrapped in thick sugar coating, and the sweet and sour taste spreads between the lips and teeth.

He raised his head again, his glazed pupils were slightly warm, making him even more delicate and fair.

"how?"

Manro asked with a smile.

The little boy raised his head, the corners of his lips curled undetectably: "Sweet."

Very sweet.

It was something he had never tasted before.

Originally, there would be such a person in this world who brought him out of the dark swamp and was willing to melt the spikes all over his body.

One word, one action.

It will make him feel at ease.

He looked at the smiling woman in front of him.

This is his... Master...

A certain place in the heart gradually melted, and the ancient ice shattered to reveal the hidden softness.

The young man walked out of the main hall, but there was still a slight smile on his lips. He looked at the candied haws in his hand.

Wait for a response.

Only then did he realize that he had completely forgotten what he wanted to say, and he turned back a little annoyed.

But at the next moment, it stopped suddenly.

The smile disappeared little by little, and Chong Li's face turned pale.

He returned to his room almost in a panic, locked the door tightly, and took out the bronze mirror hidden in his sleeve with some trembling.

It was clear that the mirror had been glowing with scorching heat since just now, but the young man seemed to be in an ice cellar.

"Chongli."

The mirror flickered twice, and a rough voice came out of the mirror, which was unpleasant and harsh.

"Yes." Chong Li's voice trembled slightly, and he took a deep breath to calm down his tone.

"We got the news that you are the apprentice of the master of the North Peak, Man Luo, is that true?" the man asked, his high-ranking tone made people disgusted.

"Yes." Chong Li replied.

The news has already spread, as long as the person opposite the mirror confirms, he will get the news, he can't lie.

"Why didn't you report it." The man seemed a little angry, and his hoarse and ugly voice became sharper.

The boy lowered his eyes as usual: "It's Chongli's fault."

"Then you can kill her to make up for it."

(End of this chapter)