Cold Priest VS Ancient Ferocious Beast

In the long nightmare, Su Qingchen's soul was seriously injured.

He closed his eyes weakly, rested his head on Mo Zhu's neck, and let Mo Zhu carry him into the bathtub.

The temperature in the bathtub suddenly rose, and white smoke filled the air. Su Qingchen's cold body was gently placed in the pool. The warm water covered his chest, and his fair skin gradually turned a faint blush.

"You're wet too."

Su Qingchen still had his eyes closed, leaning against the pool and speaking slowly.

"No problem."

Mo Zhu knelt outside the pool and said.

"Come in."

"..."

"You're not listening again."

"……Yes."

Mo Zhu took off his wet robe, entered the bathtub, and knelt two feet away from Su Qingchen.

"Are you feeling better, my Lord?"

"Ah."

Su Qingchen responded, but he looked extremely exhausted.

Mo Zhu raised his right hand, wanting to transfer some spiritual power to Su Qingchen.

"Hands down."

Su Qingchen's words were soft, but his tone could not be disobeyed.

"grown ups……"

Mo Zhu did not withdraw his hand and wanted to say something.

"This is punishment."

Upon hearing this, Mo Zhu curled up his fingers and silently put them back into the water.

"Yes."

They have been practicing together for hundreds of years, and Su Qingchen knew that this was the best opportunity.

Mozhu is a ferocious beast. For ferocious beasts, violence breeds violence and barbarism breeds barbarism.

The punishment spells of the Divine Whip had no effect on Mo Zhu. The pain of ten or twenty lashes was just an explanation to the Immortal Sect after Mo Zhu broke the precepts.

The beast's animal nature has degenerated a lot. Su Qingchen now understands very well that the suffering he endured because of Mo Zhu is the biggest bargaining chip for taming Mo Zhu.

"In my dream yesterday..." Su Qingchen just started to speak.

"Master! Don't think about it..." Mo Zhu stopped him in panic.

Su Qingchen ignored it, as if he was lost in some memories that he couldn't get out of.

"In my dream yesterday, I saw you determined to give up the cultivation you've accumulated over the past few hundred years and return to the Monster Forest."

"I don't know..." Although it was just Su Qingchen's dream, Mo Zhu was eager to express his loyalty.

"You toppled the brown sugar tree, destroyed the Su Temple, and devastated the entire immortal world."

"Master..." Mo Zhu felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

"I kept calling your name, but you turned a deaf ear to me."

"You don't want me as your master anymore."

Su Qingchen's words sounded like a statement of fact, but also like a question that hoped to be answered.

There has never been a question of whether a fairy servant wants a master. Fairy servants have always been accessories.

Mo Zhu didn't dare to say anything.

"Your fangs bit my neck, your dragon claws pierced my body, pinning me to the ground. I couldn't move..."

"Owner!"

Mo Zhu suddenly felt that he was deeply sinful. He could not do such a cruel thing to his master anywhere, not even in his master's dream.

At this moment, Mo Zhu was like a pet afraid of being abandoned. His breathing became rapid. He didn't dare to look up, waiting for his master's judgment.

"come over."

Upon hearing this, Mo Zhu knelt down and approached Su Qingchen.

"Will you listen to me in the future?" Su Qingchen opened his eyes and looked at Mo Zhu.

"I will listen."

Su Qingchen slowly raised his right hand, and the clear pool water flowed down his slender fingers.

Su Qingchen placed his index finger near Mo Zhu's mouth, on which was the scar from being bitten by Mo Zhu when he was a cub.

"Open your mouth." Su Qingchen ordered lazily.

Mo Zhu leaned forward slightly and loosened his tightly closed lips.

Su Qingchen put his index finger into Mo Zhu's warm mouth and gently stroked Mo Zhu's fangs with his fingertips.

Mo Zhu was afraid of hurting Su Qingchen's hand again, so he tried to open his mouth.

"Hold it."

Su Qingchen knew Mo Zhu too well, so he just looked into his eyes and continued to give orders.

So Mo Zhu gently wrapped Su Qingchen's fingers in his mouth, not daring to move.

Su Qingchen was happy. He touched Mo Zhu's fangs and rubbed them on his rough tongue.

"Ten days from now, the Immortal Sect will march to the South Sea to quell the demonic rebellion. You cannot go with them."

Hearing this, Mo Zhu's breathing stagnated and his mouth closed tightly. Then, the smell of blood from Su Qingchen's fingers that were placed on Mo Zhu's fangs spread in Mo Zhu's mouth.

Mo Zhu was shocked. Before he could react, he heard Su Qingchen coldly say, "Hold it in your mouth."

"Ten days from now, the Immortal Sect will march to the South Sea to quell the demonic rebellion. You cannot go with them."

"I obey my command."

Mo Zhu answered vaguely.

"How about lying to me?"

"I dare not."

"Open your mouth."

Su Qingchen pulled his fingers out of Mo Zhu's mouth.

A drop of blood fell into the bathtub and slowly dissipated.

"The slave is guilty."

An imperceptible smile appeared on Su Qingchen's lips.

"I want to go back to the bedroom."

"Yes."

Mo Zhu stood up and helped Su Qingchen put on his bathrobe, then picked him up.

"I can walk on my own."

"Master, you are injured."

Su Qingchen wanted to say something, but then thought about it and decided to forget it since they were in the hall, so he rested his head on Mo Zhu's shoulder and let Mo Zhu do what he wanted.

Mo Zhu carefully carried Su Qingchen back to the bed in the bedroom.

"Master, please allow me to transfer your spiritual power to you."

"No."

Su Qingchen did not agree.

"I know I was wrong."

Mo Zhu knelt in front of Su Qingchen's bed again.

"Go kneel outside. If I say kneel for three days, then kneel for three days."

"Yes."