The Divine Doctor and Adorable Consort: The Demonic Emperor is Too Cunning

Fang Qingyou planned to have a good talk with Xiaoyaozi after returning home, but she found that Elder Xing did not recognize Xiaoyaozi.

When Fang Qingyou introduced Xiaoyaozi to Elder Xing, Elder Xing's eyes widened so much they almost popped out of their sockets.

Elder Xing glanced at Xiaoyaozi a few more times, and Xiaoyaozi glared at him arrogantly: "Hey Xing, what are you glaring at me for? Is this how you treat your savior?"

With just one glance from Xiaoyaozi, Elder Xing dared not look at him anymore and respectfully knelt down to bow to him, saying, "Thank you, Divine Physician Xiaoyaozi, for saving my life back then."

Seeing this, Xiaoyaozi's expression softened slightly.

Fang Qingyou's eyes widened in disbelief; this was the first time she had ever seen Elder Xing so submissive in front of someone.

It should be noted that even Elder Xing had never been so subservient to Yi Lingyun, the young master.

Elder Xing was still kneeling, but Xiaoyaozi ignored him and kept winking at Fang Qingyou.

This cheerful demeanor is a stark contrast to his aloof and cold image just moments ago.

"My dear disciple, is this your home? Show me around."

Xiaoyaozi called him "my good disciple" so smoothly and naturally, as if he had been doing so for many years.

Without giving Fang Qingyou a chance to refuse, Xiaoyaozi grabbed her arm and left.

Fang Qingyou glanced at Elder Xing, who seemed to have been completely forgotten by Xiaoyaozi, looked up at the sky speechlessly, and was dragged away by him.

Oh well, anyway, she had some things she wanted to say to Xiaoyaozi alone, and this was a good opportunity.

Xiaoyaozi walked unceremoniously through every room and every place in Fang Qingyou's house, always with a friendly smile on his face, until Fang Qingyou brought up the matter of becoming her apprentice again.

"Senior Xiaoyaozi, do you really want to take me as your disciple?" Fang Qingyou couldn't figure out why Xiaoyaozi insisted on taking her as his disciple. Looking at his playful old man, she felt like he was joking and couldn't take it seriously.

"Of course it's true! I've already accepted the apprenticeship ceremony and drunk the apprenticeship tea!" As he spoke, Xiaoyaozi glared at him and said, "My good disciple, why are you still calling me senior and not master? Do you want to go back on your word?!"

Fang Qingyou's lips twitched. Xiaoyaozi was a world-renowned physician, and countless people in the world wanted to become his disciples. Yet now he was getting angry with a little girl and was even afraid that she would refuse to become his disciple.

Seeing that Fang Qingyou remained silent, Xiaoyaozi grew truly anxious: "My dear disciple, are you upset that your master didn't give you a gift? Don't worry, I've already accepted your gift, how could I not reciprocate?"

Fang Qingyou was once again stunned by Xiaoyaozi's words. She deeply felt that she and this hermit doctor were not on the same level at all.

She couldn't keep up with his leaps of thought at all!

Then, Fang Qingyou was truly dumbfounded.

Because she saw Xiaoyaozi pull out a gleaming silver ingot from his pocket, and say to her with a grin, "My dear disciple, look, this is the gift you gave me when we first met. I've been treasuring it carefully. I truly want to take you as my disciple. Can you see my sincere and heartfelt intentions?"

Xiaoyaozi waited expectantly for Fang Qingyou's answer, but at that moment, it was as if tens of thousands of mythical beasts were stampeding through Fang Qingyou's mind.

This familiar silver ingot reminded Fang Qingyou of the strange uncle who had pretended to be an injured and sick old beggar to come for treatment on the third day after the clinic opened. Even after she saw through his disguise, he insisted that she hire him.

I remembered the strange uncle who dressed as a wealthy man in a blue robe on the fourth day after the store opened.

I remembered that strange uncle who was dressed as a swordsman dressed as a drunken swordsman and was supposed to work at the clinic on the fifth day after it opened.

She had known for a long time that these three strange uncles were the same person, but she simply couldn't connect him with Xiaoyaozi.

These two are a perverted, weird uncle and a peerless divine doctor, Xiaoyaozi.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she really wouldn't have believed that the two were the same person.

For four consecutive days, Xiaoyaozi changed into four different appearances and faces to "accidentally" meet her in order to find her.

Previously, Fang Qingyou would have been flattered and overwhelmed to be accepted as a disciple by Xiaoyaozi.

At this moment, it was she who began to dislike Xiaoyaozi.

It wasn't that Fang Qingyou didn't believe Xiaoyaozi's identity, but rather that his three lewd and perverted uncle-like images were too unforgettable for her.

The thought of Xiaoyaozi disguising himself as a Taoist master and suddenly rushing over to stop her carriage made Fang Qingyou feel that she couldn't handle such a master.

Being a disciple of someone like Xiaoyaozi, her future days would definitely be filled with constant existential doubts.

She met Xiaoyaozi four times, and saw him in four different forms and with four different faces. Who knows which one is his real face, or which one is none of them?

Thinking of these images, Fang Qingyou felt that she couldn't even show the most basic respect to Xiaoyaozi.

Seeing Fang Qingyou frowning, Xiaoyaozi had a bad feeling and said anxiously, "My dear disciple, you are already my disciple, you must not go back on your word!"

Fang Qingyou said apologetically, "Senior Xiaoyaozi, I'm really sorry, but I feel that the master-disciple relationship doesn't seem suitable for us."

Upon hearing this, Xiaoyaozi immediately puffed out his beard and glared, his eyes filled with sorrow and resentment: "My dear disciple, how could you bear to treat your master like this? How could you be so heartless?"

Seeing Xiaoyaozi's resentful expression, Fang Qingyou's eyelids twitched violently.

She also let slip that Xiaoyaozi is also a movie star who can play different roles in a minute.

This further strengthened Fang Qingyou's resolve: "Senior Xiaoyaozi, there are probably tens of thousands of people in the world who would be willing to be your disciple, so why are you so fixated on a little village girl like me?"

Then, Fang Qingyou saw that Xiaoyaozi's eyes had turned red, and a layer of mist had welled up in his dark eyes, making him look extremely sad: "My dear disciple, I just wanted to take you as my disciple..."

She looks like she could burst into tears at any moment.

Fang Qingyou felt that if she opened her mouth, she would probably spit out a mouthful of blood; she was no match for Xiaoyaozi at all.

That's what you call shrewd and calculating.

Just as Fang Qingyou was considering whether she should pretend to faint, and whether she could fool Xiaoyaozi, she saw Xiaoyaozi suddenly smile mysteriously. His big, dark eyes gleamed with a hint of shrewdness as he said, "My dear disciple, you don't want to acknowledge your master, but don't you want to know what kind of gift your master has prepared for you?"

As he spoke, Xiaoyaozi gently stroked his chin, looking unfathomable, as if the gift was something extraordinary, the kind that one would regret for life if refused.