Demon Lord became my apprentice

If there was not such a little guy beside him for no reason, even if Cong Rong was killed, he would not believe that people's tolerance and tolerance could approach infinity until they lose their principles and ego.

For example, at this very moment, he was poured a large bowl of cold water over his head. Not only did the culprit not feel any guilt, but he laughed so hard.

Cong Rongzong is helpless, but he has to accept his fate, and even enjoys it.He opened his mouth and stretched out his tongue to lick the water droplets on the corner of his lips. The clear and sweet well water slightly relieved the discomfort in his throat.

The hostess was making breakfast in the kitchen outside, when she suddenly heard Cong Yi's wanton laughter, she thought that something had happened, the child was driven crazy, so frightened, she turned around and ran into the house.

As soon as she entered the room, she saw Cong Rong sitting up with one hand propped up, crystal drops of water hung on his pale handsome face, glistening in the light of the morning sun, like a fairy descending from the earth, thousands of The black hair hangs down the back of the head like splashed ink, and when it gets wet, it looks blacker and brighter.

Last night, the night was too dark, in order to avoid suspicion, she didn't even have time to see Cong Rong's face clearly.Seeing him today, even though he was in such a state of embarrassment, it did not detract from his handsomeness at all, but instead added a different kind of morbid beauty.

All of a sudden, the hostess was staring at the door.

It was Cong Rong who spoke first, "Thank you, auntie, for saving my life."

Aunt Zhao came back to her senses, coughed in embarrassment, and said rather embarrassedly: "No thanks, no thanks, Cong Yi gave the money."

Hearing this, Cong Rong noticed that the money bag on his waist was gone.

Cong Yi was holding an empty bowl, he had had enough laughing beside him, and when he saw this, his expression was very smug.

Cong Rong didn't go to look at Cong Yi, and said politely, "Please help me pour me a glass of water, auntie."

Aunt Zhao heard that his voice was low and hoarse, and she struggled to speak every time, so she hurriedly said: "Please wait a moment, my master, I will go right away."

After all, turn around and leave.

Cong Yi felt that he had made great contributions, but his master didn't seem to notice it. Cong Yi knelt down beside him, turned his side and directly put his small face in front of Cong Rong, filling his eyes with him, and then, triumphantly begged Praise: "I, I, I!"

Cong Rong couldn't forget her hatred for a bowl of water, and said angrily, "You've spent all your money, what's there to be proud of?"

"Oh." Cong Yi's long eyelashes drooped down, and he said very seriously: "I won't save you next time."

"...Wait," Cong Rong choked, and hurriedly corrected his dangerous thoughts, and said earnestly: "It's not that I won't let you save me, but your master and I are not worth the price. Remember to save me next time." Put some flowers, huh?"

"Ah."

This time, Cong Yi agreed quickly, but Cong Rong felt that something was weird and couldn't be happy at all.

Aunt Zhao quickly brought over half a bowl of warm water and asked, "Do you need help, Master?"

Cong Rong stretched out his uninjured right hand, took the bowl, and said, "Thank you, I won't bother you."

Aunt Zhao said: "If the young master rests a little longer, breakfast will be ready soon."

After Aunt Zhao left, Cong Rong meditated on the bed and adjusted her breath. Her meridians and internal organs were all fine, but her spiritual power was severely depleted. In a short period of time, she might not be able to easily use spells.Although the flesh wounds on his body did not affect his normal life, it would probably take some time to heal.

Cong Rong was so clear-headed by the bowl of cold water. When adjusting his breath, he thought carefully why the demons would suddenly kill him at this time.

It has been three years since he left Xianmen, and he did not participate in the all-out battle between immortals and demons.For more than three years, his whereabouts have been hidden. Except for the occasional contact with his elder brother and sister-in-law, he has almost nothing to do with the past.In addition to his special status, since he left, no one in the Xianmen family would take the initiative to mention his illegitimate child.

If there is any deep hatred between him and the demons, it is the hatred of killing brothers.It's just that he hasn't found the demons yet, but the demons sent someone to find him first, which is unreasonable no matter how you look at it.

Even if he was itching to kill a few groups of low-level demonic energy, the demons would not spend their money and mobilize twenty or thirty masters to ambush him just for this.What's more, after the battle between immortals and demons, the demons were also severely injured, and even their demon king Yue Wuhua also fell.

Cong Rong thought about it, but he didn't want to understand why the demons wanted to kill him.But he thought that the demons had suffered a disadvantage in his hands this time, and if he wanted to mobilize so many experts to ambush him again in a short period of time, it might be difficult.

Thinking of this, Cong Rong immediately decided to let nature take its course, if the demons dared to come again, he would just accept the move.

Not long after, Aunt Zhao brought breakfast to Cong Rong and his disciples, porridge and side dishes, pancakes and vegetarian buns, without any meat or fish.Cong Yi took a quick look, and pursed his lips in disgust.

Seeing this, Aunt Zhao said embarrassingly: "It's a bit crude, and I'll take care of you. However, my cooking skills are not bad. If any family from far and wide has a wedding or a wedding, they will invite my slave to help the cook. You may as well try it first. .”

Cong Rong can even eat the dark dishes he cooks without blinking, and he has no right to be picky about other people's meals.Cong Yi, on the other hand, has always been so picky that he would rather starve to death than eat unpalatable food. Aunt Zhao's hard-working explanations failed to make him let go of his prejudice, and reluctance was written all over his cloudy little face.

Cong Rong glanced at him, and explained without embarrassment: "My little apprentice is growing up now, greedy and fond of meat, and has been traveling with me for the past two days. Unfortunately, he encountered a bandit last night, and his life is a little bit hard. It's a little bit. However, you don't have to worry about it, auntie, your meal looks much better than mine, and he will eat it by himself when he is hungry. "

If Cong Rong was alone, even if he died of starvation, he would never say such begging words.It's a pity that now there is a little greedy cat beside him, so he has to let go of his face.

Sure enough, after Cong Rong's polite words, Aunt Zhao quickly understood the meaning of his words, and said: "My youngest son is more than six years old this year, and like Cong Yi, he only likes to eat meat. Later , my child's father is back, I will let him go to Wang Butcher's house to cut some meat and come back to satisfy the two children's hunger."

Cong Rong said: "Then thank you, auntie."

Aunt Zhao waved her hand and said, "It should be, you don't have to be so polite. Then you eat first, and I'll go and see if my little son is awake."

As soon as Aunt Zhao left, Cong couldn't hold back for a moment, grinned, and laughed so hard.Xu Shi was overjoyed, he stretched out his little hand, wrapped it tightly around Cong Rong's neck, and kissed him on the cheek, "Master, that's amazing!"

Cong Rong turned her head to look at him helplessly, the corners of her mouth raised uncontrollably, but she sighed, "I like meat so much, I'm afraid I'll be kidnapped with a piece of meat in the future."

Cong Yi immediately suppressed the smile on his face, shook his head solemnly and said, "No!"

Cong Rong just wanted to say something gratifying, "You still have backbone", but Cong Yi added firmly: "Dun Dun has meat, yes!"

Cong Rong really didn't know whether to laugh or cry, reached out to pick up the spoon in the bowl, scooped up the porridge and fed it to his mouth, jokingly said: "Eat, you are full and handsome, only then will there be a good man who will let you eat meat every now and then." There is no way to abduct you. At that time, Master can also worry less."

Thinking that there will be meat to eat soon, Cong Yi obediently opened his mouth to drink porridge, which was also made of white rice, and he ate almost the same thing every day. Cong Yi originally just wanted to fill his stomach, but who would have thought that this mouthful of porridge went into his mouth, chewing Within two seconds, Cong Yi's eyes lit up, and the beautiful pupils seemed to be shining with stars all over the sky.

"It's so delicious!" Cong Yi waved his hands excitedly.

"Is it so exaggerated?" Cong Rong thought it was funny, took a spoonful of porridge and tasted it, it was soft and sweet, with endless aftertaste, it was indeed much more delicious than his cooking.However, Cong Rong had seen the world, no matter how delicious this bowl of clear porridge was, he couldn't even attend Shuofangzong's family banquet, and only Cong who hadn't eaten anything good when he was a kid would dance happily.

Thinking of this, Cong Rong suddenly realized that Cong Yi's life with her seemed to be particularly sad.

When Aunt Zhao came to clean up the dishes, Cong Rong tentatively said, "Auntie, we may have to trouble you here for a few more days."

Aunt Zhao smiled and said, "No trouble, this injury on your body needs to be taken care of for a while."

"It won't be long, five days is enough." Although they gave money, they couldn't live in the house forever, Cong Rong thought that he would leave with Cong Yi when he recovered some spiritual power enough to fly with the sword.After a brief explanation, Cong Rong asked: "These few days of recuperation, can I learn cooking from you, auntie?"

Aunt Zhao didn't expect him to say this. After a moment of stunned, she hesitated and said, "It's fine for me to teach you how to cook. It's just that your injuries..."

Cong Rong smiled faintly, "It's okay." After finishing speaking, he lifted the quilt, hugged Cong Yi beside him with one hand, and got off the bed quickly.

Aunt Zhao was almost stunned. She clearly remembered that her husband told her after returning home last night that he was seriously injured. Even if his life was safe, he would probably be bedridden for a while.