Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

When Bai Heng came to persuade him, he didn't see anyone, but heard Chitang's silent voice through the door.

"Master, please go back. Leave me alone. I want to be alone for a while."

She was spoiled and knew that Bai Heng would never be angry with her no matter what.

It's natural to throw a tantrum.

Bai Heng stood outside the door and thought for a moment, then returned to the room in his cave where he refined spiritual energy.

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Refining room.

Bai Heng was sitting on a cushion, and suddenly a pair of scissors appeared in his hand.

He pushed the hair that was hanging on the ground behind him to the front, and looked up and down, as if to confirm where to start cutting it.

After a brief silence, with a "click", the knee-length hair was cut off from the waist.

His movements were swift and decisive, and he cut with great speed, accuracy and ferocity without any hesitation.

A large piece of hair fell onto the hem of her dress like a waterfall, overlapping layer by layer.

Even if it is cut off, the black hair still shines, as beautiful as a piece of fine silk.

There was no regret in Bai Heng's eyes. He looked at the hair falling on his body and formed a magic spell in his hand.

The next second, the hair was carefully peeled off using immortal power, and those with too much difference in length were discarded, and the most suitable ones were carefully selected.

"These should be enough."

Bai Heng compared the length of his hair and muttered to himself.

After keeping the selected hair, he also noticed the remaining hair that was discarded.

There is still plenty of immortal power remaining in these hairs, it would be a pity to just throw them away.

Bai Heng waved his hand, and his shiny black hair instantly turned into snow-white and smooth fox fur.

Each of his bony hands held a strand of fox hair, which he crossed and entangled left and right with skillful and flexible movements.

Soon, a headband with a cluster of Phalaenopsis flowers appeared in his palm.

The headband looks delicate and beautiful, and even though it is all white, it doesn't look monotonous at all.

When placed in the sun, it seems to be able to emit light.

"It's just right. I can give it to Atang as a defensive spiritual weapon."

Bai Heng accepted it, stood up with satisfaction, and returned to the entrance of Chitang's cave again.

He tapped his fingers on the door and knocked softly.

"Atang, open the door. Your master has a solution for your hair."

The quiet room immediately filled with noisy sounds of ping-pong, and one could also hear people screaming in pain as they excitedly bumped into the corner of the table.

"Master, is what you said true?"

The door was opened forcefully by its owner. Chitang raised his head and looked at Bai Heng at the door.

Her eyes were red, probably because she had cried for a long time under the quilt after waking up.

She doesn’t look like her prototype, Suzaku, but more like a pitiful snow rabbit.

"Of course it's true. Look at him, he's grown up, but he's still like a child."

Bai Heng took out a bottle of elixir that worked extremely quickly and rubbed it in front of her eyes.

Chitang immediately felt that his swollen and painful eyes became refreshed and the pain was gone.

She hugged Bai Heng's arm and shook him coquettishly.

"That was in front of our master. When outsiders see me, they all say I'm a lively and ardent sun. My senior brother even said I'm an uncontrollable wild monkey. Humph."

"Even if I am a thousand or ten thousand years old, I will still behave like this in front of my master."

Only in front of Bai Heng would she show a different side of herself.

Bai Heng couldn't help showing a hint of tenderness in his eyes because of her words. He coughed lightly to hide his discomfort and said:

"Well, let's go inside."

Chitang thought about the hair that he disliked and went into the house obediently.

A quarter of an hour later.

Chitang sat nervously in front of the dressing table, looking at herself in the mirror.

Her long black hair fell to her waist, even more flowing and beautiful than before.

Chitang looked at himself in the mirror for a long time, his eyes filled with tears of emotion. He seemed unable to control his inner emotions, and turned around and threw himself into Bai Heng's arms.

"Master, you are so nice, I like you so much!"

She only reached Bai Heng's chest, and looked petite and cute in comparison.

The posture of rushing over allowed her soft cheek to press against Bai Heng's chest. She shook her head and rubbed the skin on his chest back and forth.

Even though there was clothes between them, Bai Heng still felt a tingling sensation on his chest, as if a feather was brushing against his heart.

He smiled and wanted to touch her hair as usual.

The hand just stretched out, and suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Somehow, I remembered some of what Xinghua said.

Do I really treat Atang differently?

Aren’t these just some normal things that Master does to show his love and care for his disciples?

'Is this really normal?'

He wanted to convince himself, but a vague voice suddenly appeared in his heart.

Normal or abnormal?

Bai Heng didn't dare to delve further.

Because of an ambiguous sentence, some fear appeared in his eyes.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Not receiving the same treatment as before, Chitang looked up in confusion.

Bai Heng lowered his eyes to hide his emotions, reached out and patted her back gently, and said in a gentle voice:

"Okay, stop acting like a spoiled braid. Master will give you a beautiful bun."

An ebony comb appeared in Bai Heng's hand, and he combed his hair from roots to ends, with a gentle look on his face.

He picked up strands of hair and combed them into a gentle bun.

At the end, Bai Heng did not take the various jewelry on her desk, but took out a Phalaenopsis headband and tied it on her bun.

Chitang widened his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror. His style was different from usual.

Her eyes were filled with amazement and she was so happy that she couldn't help but stand up and turn around with her skirt lifted, eager to get Bai Heng's approval:

"Master, do I look good?"

Whenever Chi Tang felt happy or sad, the first thing he thought of was to share it with his Master.

Bai Heng looked at the person in front of him and was stunned for a moment.

Chitang was wearing the pink fairy dress that she had exchanged from the Fairy of Chaoxia last time. The soft color matched with the Phalaenopsis headband in her hair, she looked like a lively and pretty girl.

"Master? Master!"

After not getting a response for a long time, Chitang stood directly in front of Bai Heng, held his shoulders, stood on tiptoe, and put his whole face in front of him.

"Master, you haven't told me yet, do I look good like this?"

She thought Bai Heng didn't see clearly, so she deliberately shortened the distance between them.

Bai Heng's eyes were completely filled with Chi Tang's face.

He saw Chitang's delicate eyebrows, eyes that sparkled with tiny rays of light, her straight nose, and her pink and sweet-smelling lips.

His subsequent thoughts were stopped in time. Bai Heng deliberately looked away from Chi Tang and praised:

"It looks good. Atang is naturally the best looking."

"really?"

Chitang had no doubt about Bai Heng's words and ran out happily, lifting her skirt.

Bai Heng, who was left in the room, stared blankly at Chi Tang's back, his mind distracted.

"How could I——"

'Why? ’

……

'Atang is my apprentice!'

Before Bai Heng could figure out what the strange feeling in his heart was, he instinctively pushed the seedling that wanted to sprout back into the depths.