Ah, whose main god was eaten alive by cannon fodder?

After quickly changing into a new pair of pants, Song Qiming walked to the small stove.

When you open the lid of the casserole, a fragrant aroma wafts into your nose.

The bright yellow soup is very tempting.

He skimmed off the floating oil, scooped out a small bowl and carried it out of the cabin.

Seeing Song Qiming walking towards her, Jiang Zhiyi closed her eyes in time.

The book covering his face returned to its original position silently.

Song Qiming placed the bowl on the stone table next to him without making any sound.

Then he squatted beside Jiang Zhiyi and looked at Jiang Zhiyi.

I don’t know what he was thinking in his deep eyes, which flickered.

He didn't know how many midnights he had spent secretly looking at his master like this.

No matter how many times he watched it, he never felt like he had seen enough.

But he didn't dare to overstep the line.

He was afraid that his master would find out about his dirty thoughts and would no longer want him.

Suddenly, the book covering Jiang Zhiyi's face slipped off.

Song Qiming turned around as quickly as possible and walked to the stone table, pretending that he had just put down the bowl.

He turned his head to look at Jiang Zhiyi, who had already opened his eyes: "Master, are you awake? The chicken soup is ready now. I'll blow on it for you and you can eat it right away."

"Yeah." Jiang Zhiyi responded indifferently.

There was a hoarseness in his voice, as if he had just woken up.

He stood up from the recliner and looked at Song Qiming who was blowing the soup in a very serious manner.

There were still water droplets hanging on the back.

Broad shoulders and a narrow, tight waist.

As beautiful as ever, the dimples on the waist are also very tempting...

Jiang Zhiyi couldn't help but swallow another mouthful of the anger he had generated.

He sighed, picked up a small blanket from the recliner and walked over.

Song Qiming felt a little nervous as he heard the footsteps getting closer.

Yes, he was naked on purpose.

He thinks he has a good figure, I wonder if the master is satisfied?

Anyway, it's a hot day now, and it's normal for him to go shirtless, and there's nothing wrong with it.

When something soft touched his back, Song Qiming froze in place.

Then came Jiang Zhiyi's reproachful voice: "Don't you even know to dry yourself after taking a shower? What if you catch a cold?"

Jiang Zhiyi used a thin blanket to wipe the water off Song Qiming's back bit by bit: "You are taller than Master, why are you still like a child?"

After wiping the back, he moved to the front.

Song Qiming stood so stiff that he allowed Jiang Zhiyi to wipe the water off his body.

He did not refute Jiang Zhiyi's words, nor did he say anything.

His muscles were so tense that they were trembling slightly.

He could see the top of Jiang Zhiyi's head by just lowering his eyes slightly.

I really want to reach out and rub the fluffy hair.

But he didn't dare.

After rubbing his chest muscles, Jiang Zhiyi rubbed his abdominal muscles.

After rubbing the abdominal muscles...oh, you can’t rub the area below.

Finally, the small blanket moved up, and Jiang Zhiyi pulled the blanket to wipe Song Qiming's neck.

His chin was slightly raised, showing his seriousness.

Song Qiming's eyes look at the nose, and the nose looks at the heart.

But Jiang Zhiyi's aura was so close to him that he would always unconsciously see his master's face out of the corner of his eye.

In five years, Master's appearance seemed to have not changed at all.

A straight nose, rosy lips, and slightly swaying golden pupils.

Now it's all within easy reach.

He felt a little breathless and dizzy.

He really wanted to taste his master's flavor.

As long as he lowered his head, he could kiss those painted lips.

No, no, he's going to faint...

The next moment, Song Qiming and Jiang Zhiyi fell to the ground uncontrollably.

With such close contact, Song Qiming felt that his mind was a little out of control.

It was as if a burning fire was rising from my body, all the way down.

"Xiao Ming, have you been drinking?" asked Jiang Zhiyi, who was pressed to the ground.

Song Qiming continued to be confused and shook his head mechanically: "I don't have a master."

The voice is a nice low smoky voice.

It doesn't sound greasy, but rather has a charming hoarseness.

His mind was blank now, and he just answered whatever Jiang Zhiyi asked.

"Don't drink?" Jiang Zhiyi looked puzzled.

His hand reached out to Song Qiming's waist and abdomen: "Why do you secretly carry a bottle of wine if you don't drink?"

Song Qiming's mind came back to him instantly.

He jumped three feet high and jumped up from the ground.

With his back to Jiang Zhiyi, he said, "Master, I remembered that I still have some unfinished homework for today. I'll go first."

Song Qiming fled in a panic and did not notice the mockery on Jiang Zhiyi's face and the charming red eyes and nose after he turned around.

[Host, I admire you. Kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred of your own.] In the system space, 5836 threw the ball to Jiang Zhiyi in admiration.

At the same time, the chip was searching to see if he had offended the host in the past.

At the beginning, I was forcibly bound and beaten several times. Is that considered revenge on the spot?

Well, I’ve already taken revenge, and now I shouldn’t be retaliated against again.

Is there anything else that has offended the host?

I almost wore out all my chips after filtering them out, and finally 5836 was relieved, there was nothing.

Apart from forcibly binding himself to the host, he has never offended the host in any other way.

The hanging chip finally felt relieved.

Why hadn't he noticed before that the host was so vindictive?

Just because a kid accidentally provoked him five years ago, he launched a brutal revenge five years later.

Look at how Song Qiming was tortured. He must be about to explode.

Tsk tsk, that’s cruel.

However, the host seemed to have forgotten that the more anger accumulated and exploded, the more his waist would have to bear.

I originally wanted to remind Jiang Zhiyi at the critical moment.

A flash of inspiration came to the 5836 chip. Why couldn't this be the host's conspiracy?

When looking at Jiang Zhiyi again, 5836 admired her even more.

one stone two bird.

It not only avenges Song Qiming's previous teasing, but also allows herself to enjoy the ultimate experience.

After all, if you hold it in for too long, the explosion will surely be more violent.

I admire you so much...

I am so impressed by the 5836 chip.

"Haha, isn't this fun?" Jiang Zhiyi looked at the place where Song Qiming disappeared with a feeling of unsatisfied feeling.

It’s like discovering a new world.

5836: ...Who can be better than you?

Silently mourn for Song Qiming in your heart for ten seconds.

Jiang Zhiyi picked up the chicken soup and sat back on the recliner.

Delicious.

Song Qiming was in a daze the whole day.

And avoiding Jiang Zhiyi.

Liu Dan wanted to practice the new skills he had learned, so he hurried to serve as a sparring partner.

When the Xia siblings wanted to consolidate their magic, he hurried over, even if it meant being a target.

But the three ghosts were very upset.

You know, this guy is usually unwilling to spend even a little time with them.

He would follow Master Jiang around and flatter him all day long.

What's wrong with me today? Or is it just a stimulant?

"Hey, do you think there's something wrong with Song Qiming?" Xia Bing touched Xia Qingzhu with his arm and quietly pointed to his head.

Liu Dan's magic missed the target and a large amount of blood flowed from Song Qiming's arm.

Song Qiming actually told Liu Dan to come again.

Come again?

Crazy?