The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

"Junior sister, don't be ashamed. We didn't contribute to the Huaicheng mission the past two days. It was you who solved it all by yourself."

"You're not feeling well now, so it's impossible for you to go with us." Lin Xiaohe tilted his head slightly and showed a sweet smile, without any trace of the muscular maniac he had during the battle.

Yu Mian covered his face with one hand, and after three or two seconds of calming down, his expression relaxed a little, "I have rested well, there is still one place left to explore, right?"

"I will go with you."

It's a team mission, how can I not go alone because I'm sick?

"No, the other place was checked clearly yesterday." Yin Li handed the shadow stone in his arms to Yu Mian to see.

"Already done?" The embarrassment that Yu Mian had just suppressed surfaced again, and he rubbed his back teeth lightly, thinking bitterly, how many days had Sheng Qing been fooling around with him?

Now that I think about it, Sheng Qing, who specifically explained her physical condition when the senior brothers and sisters went out to check on her, might not be one of her incarnations.

And the real body...maybe he was threatening her not to make a sound!

Her face turned from red to blue, and then from blue to black.

Seeing this, Sheng Qing knew that this thin-skinned person would be extremely angry, so he moved to the front of the disciples, put his hand on Yu Mian's shoulder and patted him, and said to the three disciples in a rare gentle tone: "Go and rest for a while, we will be here soon."

The three of them replied in unison: "Yes!"

They each cast a slightly concerned look at Yu Mian, and after lingering for a while, they returned to their rooms to practice.

The multiple spirit gathering arrays in the room require a lot of merit points to exchange for in the sect. The longer you can practice, the more points you earn.

There were only two people left on the deck.

"Are you angry?" Sheng Qing lowered his eyes slightly and murmured softly.

Yu Mian shook his shoulders, shook off Sheng Qing's claws, turned around and took a half step back, his words were full of gritted teeth, but he managed to hold it back, and said with a somewhat helpless tone: "Master, I'm not angry."

No wonder...

Knowing that she was thin-skinned, he still teased her on purpose. Even a clay figure would have some temper, not to mention that she was not a clay figure, but a living person.

After she felt that she was being cold, she began to reflect on herself.

She was Sheng Qing's disciple, receiving her favor and support in cultivation. Was this also a "lover" relationship that was not to be put on the table? In terms of emotion, she depended on the other party, and the master-disciple relationship was oppressive. In terms of reason, she provided herself with resources and channels for cultivation and advancement.

So, what if it’s bullying?

She couldn't resist, her life and death were out of her control, and her soul was branded.

It turns out that this "unwarranted" and wanton shame and anger is the most inappropriate and ignorant behavior.

Yu Mian felt as if he was extremely ashamed, so much so that the string that had been kept taut finally emitted a buzzing sound that could not bear the weight.

What on earth is she to Shengqing?

After sighing softly, he smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly, and then put on a flattering smile as usual, "Master, I'm not angry. How long will it take us to return to the sect?"

Sheng Qing's eyes slightly lowered, feeling something strange for a moment, but not too obvious. The little girl in front of him was still the same as when she was among the birds just now, with bright eyes and dirty hands playing with those "junk garbage".

She raised her finger and tapped it lightly towards Yu Mian's nose, but the little girl didn't move. Her green nose was still slightly red, as if it had been blown through by a cold wind.

After cleaning her up with a light touch of his fingertips, he replied, "Three hours."

"Do you miss home? You can go back with me in an instant." She said it lightly, without any hesitation in her tone, just a simple statement.

"No need, it's nice to see the scenery along the way." Yu Mian looked around. Apart from sparse clouds, there was a very blue sky, like a deep blue crystal cover, covering her under the dome.

The world is so vast, and my heart is filled with a sense of grandeur.

Sheng Qing nodded slightly and waved the flute in his hand towards Yu Mian, "Is there anything else you want to hear...?"

"Master, what am I to you?" Yu Mian did not answer her question. For the first time, he abruptly interrupted Sheng Qing's question, walked slowly a few steps away, leaned lightly on the edge of the deck, and supported his hands on the guardrail.

The wind at the edge always becomes more violent because of the squeezing.

The hair ties that were tied last night were still scattered on the bedside, and a simple jade hairpin was unable to completely fix the hair.

Her hair danced freely.

Yu Mian looked a little confused. She was sure that Sheng Qing liked her, but she didn't know what kind of love it was.

Is he a lover who wants to keep her by his side for life as a master and disciple? Or is he a Taoist couple who wants to swear a great oath of Daoism with heaven and earth as witnesses? Or is it something else...

A strand of loose hair fell on her lips. Yu Mian stretched out her pink tongue and hooked it into her lips and teeth, biting her front teeth. The hair broke into two pieces, and the end of the hair was blown away by the wind and fell into Sheng Qing's hands.

She gently wrapped it around her knuckles again and again, like a red rope, and gently rubbed it against her fingertips.

"Mian'er is my only disciple, my favorite little pillow, my soft little watering pot..." Shengqing came to her side and looked at the endless clouds and blue sky with her.

It's always the same, never changes, boring.

I don't know what my disciple is looking at so excitedly.

She side-glanced and fixed her gaze on the profile of the little beauty. She was graceful and elegant, even more beautiful and stunning than when she first saw her.

Such a beautiful work came from her own hands and was nurtured by her.

This sense of accomplishment is incomparable to ordinary things.

Yu Mian's heart suddenly tightened. Although he knew that this might be the answer, he still felt a little sad when he heard it.

She might have really been spoiled, and she drew a lot of courage from Shengqing. She still didn't give up and asked another question in a deeper way.

"Shengqing, have you ever thought about the day when our relationship will change?"

Covering up and hiding like this, she was like a one-man clown, constantly getting red and warm, then calm, then red and warm again.

She is a very adaptable person. She can live like this for ten years, or even a hundred years. After that, she may not blush anymore.

Just accept your fate and reality.

"Mian'er..." Shengqing paused, as if he had figured something out, and his eyes softened instantly.

What's wrong with this?

She can stay in Yufu Palace with her disciples and enjoy the changing scenery of the four seasons. Naturally, no one in the world would dare to say anything.

Shengqing subconsciously doesn't want to see any changes. The current situation is already very good, and change will lead to the future...

"You are my disciple, and this relationship will never change. I will protect you all my life, so you don't have to worry about the future." She gently placed her hand on Yu Mian's shoulder, and the coldness penetrated through the three layers of robes to Yu Mian's skin, freezing her body and heart.

"Well, that's good. Thank you, Master."