The group's favorite master, the story of a cute baby who travels through the book and defies t

Luo Yiyi, who felt guilty for the first time, generously gave a white steamed bun to Xiao Qigui to make herself feel better. She successfully received a wave of gratitude, and then ate the fried beans in the steamed bun with boiled eggs with peace of mind.

After the two finished their simple breakfast, Xiao Qigui quickly washed the dishes, then said hello to Luo Yiyi and hurried to the kitchen to help, so that he could bring back some leftovers for lunch.

In the afternoon, when Luo Yiyi took her usual nap, he ran out to help with the work. He was simply helping wherever needed. I don't know how his small body could bear the weight of life.

When Xiao Qigui was blocked in the alley and beaten again, the black paper crane stopped on the window sill and watched the scene quietly.

It knew that Luo Yiyi intended to let the child absorb the devil's energy and become a devil, but after its observation, it found that this Qi Gui was definitely not an ordinary person. Although his cultivation was low, his character and will were far superior to others, and he was also the most tenacious person it had ever seen.

The Thousand Paper Cranes thought for a while, and after the little Qi Gui circled and turned away from the alley, they flapped their wings and flew back to Luo Yiyi.

At this time, Luo Yiyi had just woken up from a nap. She washed her face with the well water that Xiao Qigui had prepared long ago, and then saw a thousand paper cranes flying in from outside the courtyard gate.

Luo Yiyi ignored it and sat on a small bench in the yard waiting for Xiao Qigui to come back, organizing what she was going to say later.

"I say, your disciple is a rare talent with a promising future. Do you really want to push him towards the path of evil?"

Luo Yiyi came to her senses and saw the paper crane resting on the low table beside her. At first glance, it looked like an ordinary paper crane.

"As long as he has the ability, isn't it the same whether he practices Taoism or magic?"

"It's different. People only know that the way of magic cultivation is faster and more powerful, but they don't know that the more you cultivate, the more severe the resistance and heavenly tribulation you will encounter. Moreover, if you act in a secretive way, you will easily fall into the inner demon tribulation. Many powerful magic cultivators are often destroyed by themselves. This is the truth. Do you really have the heart to let your apprentice follow in their footsteps?"

Luo Yiyi answered without hesitation: "I can't bear it. Anyway, I'm not the one who has to suffer."

Thousand Paper Cranes was stunned by this answer, and didn't know what to feel.

"You humans are still as treacherous and double-dealing as ever."

"Or? It seems that you are also a beast with a story. Have you ever been betrayed?"

"H-how do you know?"

“Oh, that’s what they do on TV.”

"What is television?"

"You can think of it as a magic weapon that can see other people's lives."

"Is there really such a magic weapon? Wouldn't that be against the will of heaven? Do you have it?"

"It used to be, but now it's gone."

The thousand paper cranes remained silent. After a while, they suddenly grasped the key point.

"You don't seem to care about your disciple. Could it be that you saw the opportunities he would encounter in the future through that magic weapon, so you accepted him as your disciple?"

"That's not the case. Accepting a disciple was purely accidental. Do you think I can be a master? I need careful care myself."

"Ah."

The Thousand Paper Cranes simply sneered in disdain at this, and then fell silent. Just then, Little Qi Gui also rushed back.

Covered with wounds, he still went to the well to clean his wounds first, and then returned to Luo Yiyi.

"Sister Fairy, I'm back!"

Luo Yiyi looked at his still bleeding left arm: "Does it hurt?"

Little Qi Gui's heart was touched slightly, but he shook his head stubbornly: "It doesn't hurt me, don't worry, sister."

Thinking back to the day when Qi Gui became his apprentice, he cried out in pain when he got such a small wound. How could he not feel pain now with such a big wound?

Luo Yiyi stared into his eyes: "You are lying."

"me……"

Xiao Qi was panicked. He didn't know why the Fairy Sister said he was lying. He was indeed used to this kind of pain and didn't think it was a big deal. What's more, he was very happy as long as he saw the Fairy Sister and completely forgot about the wounds on his body.

For the first time, little Qigui recalled the scenes of other children facing punishment from their parents. His mouth pursed and an aggrieved expression appeared on his face.

"Sister, I'm not lying. I don't feel any pain when I see you. Really."

Luo Yiyi was stunned and had a strange feeling in her heart. Unable to figure it out, she automatically interpreted it as the male protagonist had been stupid since childhood.

"Ghost, come here."

Luo Yiyi waved her hand, and little Qi Gui moved towards her happily and nervously, only to see Luo Yiyi take out a light blue handkerchief from her sleeve pocket, and then bandaged the hideous wound on her arm with the handkerchief, and finally tied a beautiful bow.

"Gui Gui, you have to remember that only crying children get candy. Sometimes showing weakness to your elders can arouse their love. If you just endure all the pain, no one will know how much pain you are in, and no one will feel sorry for you."

Xiao Qigui whispered: "But even if I let others know that I'm in pain, it will only make them bully and laugh at me even more."

Luo Yiyi thought for a moment and said, "That's because you didn't find the right person. There will always be someone who will love and care about you in the future."

What she was thinking of was Qi Gui's huge group of younger brothers and beauties, which were specially prepared by Heaven to make up for the miserable childhood experiences of its own son. In comparison, the suffering he was going through now was nothing.

Little Qi Gui didn't realize anything. He just stared at Luo Yiyi, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes that he himself didn't even realize.

"What about my sister? Will you feel sorry for me?"

Luo Yiyi shook her head decisively: "No."

The light in Xiao Qigui's eyes dimmed in an instant. He felt his heart tighten. He wanted to say something but his throat was dry and he couldn't make a sound.

Not noticing his abnormality, Luo Yiyi continued speaking calmly.

"I believe Gui Gui won't make me feel bad."

The little ghost was startled: "Huh?"

"Because Gui Gui cares about me more than I do about Gui Gui, so Gui Gui will definitely not make me sad, right?"

The light in the little Qi Gui's eyes reappeared, even brighter than before. He forgot to care about the dirt on his body, and excitedly grabbed Luo Yiyi's little hand on his knee.

"Don't worry, sister. I will protect you and won't let you get sad or get hurt!"

After getting Xiao Qigui's guarantee, Luo Yiyi expressed her satisfaction. Having an obedient protagonist is better than any golden finger.

"Ghost, you're awesome!"

"!"

Xiao Qigui's pupils trembled violently. This sentence kept lingering in his mind. A picture from the depths of his memory gradually rose and slowly unfolded.

His fingers curled up reflexively: "Where's the sword? My sword? Oh, my sword is..."

Little Qi Gui slowly lowered his head. There was a dead body lying on the ground. A sword was stuck in the middle of the chest of the 6-year-old girl. She closed her eyes peacefully, as if she had just fallen into a deep sleep.

"Master...?"

Little Qigui knelt down, his knees slamming heavily on the ground. He stretched out his trembling hands, wanting to touch the little girl but was afraid of the consequences of the touch.

"Master was killed by me, by my own hands..."

After all, Xiao Qigui didn't have the courage to touch her. He withdrew his hand and stared at the little girl's body, with a faint red light slowly appearing around his pupils.

A drop of blood and tear actually slid straight down from the corner of his eye, hitting the back of the little girl's white hand, and a gorgeous flower of despair blossomed.