Shocked, everyone except Master has a vest

Qin Muyue sat in Mo Bingxian's room, playing with a jade pendant in her hand, but her eyes drifted out the window, as if she was thinking about something.

She asked herself that she was not a heartless person, how could she remain indifferent to Chu He's deep affection? However, she was not interested in this, so how could she respond to Chu He's infatuation?

Not long after, Chu He came in with a bowl of steaming soup. He moved very carefully, fearing that the soup would splash out.

Qin Muyue felt a little warm at the sight, and she said softly, "Sect Master Chu, you put a lot of thought into this soup, didn't you?"

Chu He heard this and a shy smile appeared on his face. He said softly, "Yue'er, try it. This is something I prepared especially for you."

Qin Muyue took the soup, blew it gently, and then took a sip to taste it. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. The taste of the soup was unexpectedly good. She nodded approvingly: "Master Chu, your cooking skills are really good."

Seeing that Qin Muyue liked it, Chu He was so happy that he couldn't express it in words. He said softly, "As long as Yue'er likes it, I will do it for you every day in the future."

Qin Muyue put down the soup, her eyes were filled with a hint of amusement: "Master Chu, you are so attentive, but you are going to spoil me."

A blush flashed across Chu He's face, and he whispered, "Yue'er, I am willing to spoil you, even if you are really spoiled."

A complex emotion flashed across Qin Muyue's eyes. She sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness in her voice: "Sect Master Chu, why are you doing this? You should know that you are not the only one in my heart."

Chu He's expression dimmed, but he quickly regained his firmness. He said softly, "Yue'er, I know, but I don't care. I just hope that you can keep a place for me in your heart."

Qin Muyue raised her eyebrows slightly, and she chuckled with a hint of teasing in her voice: "Master Chu, aren't you afraid of damaging your reputation by doing this?"

A trace of determination flashed in Chu He's eyes, and he said softly: "Yue'er, for you, I no longer care about those false reputations."

Qin Muyue's heart was filled with mixed emotions. She knew Chu He's intentions, but she couldn't easily make a promise. She whispered, "Master Chu, you are trying to embarrass me."

Chu He's expression was firm. He said softly, "Yue'er, I won't make things difficult for you. I love you. It has nothing to do with you. I don't need your response."

Qin Muyue secretly glanced at the hill outside, fearing that Sect Master Chu might go digging wild vegetables.

She sighed softly, "Master Chu, since you have given me too much freedom, I can't interfere with your decision any more."

A hint of surprise flashed in Chu He's eyes. He held Qin Muyue's hand tightly, and his voice trembled a little: "Yue'er, do you agree?"

Qin Muyue pulled her hand back and glanced at Mo Bingxian who was having a nightmare on the bed: "Be good, wait until I finish my work."

A brilliant smile appeared on Chu He's face, and he said softly: "Yue'er, I will protect you."

The room was filled with the aroma of soup. Mo Bingxian frowned, and his nightmare-like face became even darker, with waves of pain rising up in his face.

Qin Muyue finished her breakfast leisurely and took out the butterfly gauze to draw blood.

Qin Muyue stood beside the bed, holding a butterfly-leg veil in her hand, with a hint of arrogance in her eyes.

"Master Chu, you stay outside to protect the Dharma. I need to concentrate on casting spells." The girl took out the armchair and covered her eyes with the butterfly bone gauze with the talisman drawn on it.

Chu He nodded. He knew Qin Muyue's ability and trusted her ability. He said softly, "Don't worry, Yue'er. I will guard this place and not let anyone disturb it."

Qin Muyue nodded, then closed her eyes. The butterfly veil on her thighs lightened slightly, a flash of blood passed by, and her consciousness gradually sank.

Chu He stood there, staring at the girl's blindfolded face, he was already intoxicated.

At the same time, Qin Muyue had entered Mo Bingxian's dream.

The youth of Mo Bingxian is comparable to that of Qin Xian. If Qin Xian was bullied by the children of aristocratic families, then Mo Bingxian started out in an auction house, being auctioned as a fairy slave.

Qin Muyue's consciousness slowly condensed in the dream, and her figure appeared in a bustling auction house.

The place was bustling with people, and the air was filled with the scent of spiritual stones and desire.

The young man tied up with iron chains in a cage was Mo Bingxian.

The boy's face was cold and even though he was in such a humiliating environment, there was still a hint of suppressed hatred in his eyes.

His body was roughly pulled out and thrown on the ground, as if it were a commodity to be sold.

The people around him pointed at him and talked about him. Some admired his appearance, while others were interested in his furnace-like physique.

Qin Muyue’s identity in her dream is Shi Nishang, the daughter of the Yiyin Sect. It must be said that she is an old acquaintance.

She couldn't help but feel sympathy for Mo Bingxian who fell into the hands of that perverted young lady.

She looked at Mo Bingxian as if she was examining an item that would soon belong to her. "I want this slave."

Qin Muyue's voice was particularly clear in the noisy auction house, and her words attracted a manager.

The crowd around immediately quieted down. They all knew the background of this rich young lady and no one dared to compete with her.

Seeing this, the steward nodded and bowed, expressing his willingness to serve her. "Mrs. Shi's words are of course important. We will clean him and send him to your Junniu car."

Qin Muyue nodded slightly. She threw a heavy storage bag to the auctioneer, then walked towards Mo Bingxian, raised his chin with her hand, and forced him to look at her. "From today on, you are mine.

A hint of anger flashed in Mo Bingxian's eyes, but he knew he could not resist and could only endure the humiliation silently.

He was brought back to the sect in Qin Muyue's Junwei beast carriage. As soon as he landed, although his hands were tied behind his back, he jumped out with his legs like a little leopard.

"How dare you, a lowly slave, run away!" the guard shouted angrily, raising his hand and slapping the boy hard on the back.

Amid the sound of broken bones, Mo Bingxian fell to the ground and rolled several times. He broke an arm and had abrasions all over his body. His thin cotton coat was torn, revealing his skinny chest.

The guard walked over cursing, intending to kick him a few times.

"Wait, he is the slave I bought," Qin Muyue walked out of the carriage with a haughty look, took out the whip and swung it.

Qin Muyue's actions were ruthless. With a pull of the whip, she wrapped Mo Bingxian's ankles tightly and dragged her to her side.

She looked down at the boy lying on the ground, with no trace of pity in her eyes, only full of possessiveness and control. "Remember your identity." Qin Muyue's voice was cold, and she gently slapped Mo Bingxian's face with the whip, as if to remind him.

Mo Bingxian gritted her teeth, enduring the severe pain in her body and the humiliation in her heart.

His eyes were filled with reluctance and anger, but he knew that any resistance would only bring more torture.

He was like a trapped beast, and he couldn't continue to be hurt, otherwise he would never escape.

The girl pulled the whip hard and dragged Mo Bingxian away roughly, leaving a trail of blood on the cold ground.

As he was dragged along, Mo Bingxian endured the strange looks from his disciples on the road. The friction between his wound and the stone bricks on the ground was extremely painful, but he refused to say a word.

Qin Muyue dragged him into her yard, and after he was out of sight, she quickly threw away the whip and picked him up, with a frivolous expression on her face, but in fact there was a hint of pity in her eyes.

Mo Bingxian's face was full of vigilance. This woman's actions were in stark contrast to her previous brutality, as if everything before was done just to show off to others.

"Let me go, I can walk by myself." He gritted his teeth, unwilling to show weakness in front of Qin Muyue.