Say it's a big treason to the master

Gong Wutong knew from a young age that no one in this world would always be with her, not even her biological parents would be by her side all her life, the long-term solution was to rely on herself for everything.

Although he felt that it was so difficult to live in this world, he still wanted to live longer, longer enough to enjoy all the interesting things in this world, so that this trip would not be in vain.

Since knowing the date of his death at the age of 11, Gong Wutong no longer wants others to worry about him.

Everyone has their own life, there is no need to bother because he is a dying person - this is the idea that Gong Wutong has never said to anyone.

He is unrestrained and enjoys himself in time, but he doesn't want to leave regrets in the world, and he refuses the care of others because he doesn't want himself to have any concerns about the world.

And now...

A Ming Xiu attainment made him shaken.

Gong Wutong was out of his mind along the way, but he still found all kinds of herbal medicines for refining and breaking through the stage of transformation. He squatted beside him and watched Ming Xiuyi dig the herbs while thinking wildly.

"Disciple." Gong Wutong said suddenly.

Ming Xiuyi concentrated on digging herbs, and glanced at him distractedly: "Huh?"

Gong Wutong said: "Do you think destiny can be changed?"

Ming Xiuyi's hand paused, and he looked at Gong Wutong suspiciously.

Since he joined Gong Wutong's sect, his master has always regarded him as a child of the junior generation, either coaxing him or punishing him, and rarely asking himself such things with a solemn expression of discussing serious matters.

Ming Xiuyi hesitated for a moment, always felt that if he could not answer this question well, he would miss something. He thought for a while, and said seriously: "The Dao is fifty, the Tianyan is 49, and the shield is one. There is no absolute in this world. If there is such a thing, the established destiny will also leave a glimmer of life."

Otherwise, the life of Gong Wutong, who has seen all the destinies in the world, would be boring.

Ming Xiuyi didn't have the heart to say the latter sentence, everything was arranged, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get rid of the arrangement of the life wheel. Ming Xiuyi didn't dare to think about how hopeless the people in it must be.

He even felt that if he had Gong Wutong's eyes that could see through everything, he might turn himself into a walking corpse, and he would never have such an open-minded and flamboyant temperament like Gong Wutong.

Gong Wutong hugged his knees and looked at him blankly for a long time, then lightly closed his eyelashes, and murmured: "Don't lie to me."

Ming Xiuyi laughed helplessly: "Don't dare to deceive Master."

The faint gloom on Gong Wutong's body slowly dissipated, he pursed his lips, and smiled: "Then I will believe it."

He believed that there was still a glimmer of life in him.

Ming Xiuyi didn't know what he believed, but when he saw that he was happy as usual, he smiled unconsciously.

The two dug a pile of spiritual grass together, seeing that the sky had already darkened, and the big raindrops fell down, and it rained heavily in just a few breaths.

Gong Wutong's storage bag has everything in it, and it's nothing to deal with the light rain. He was about to take out a mustard seed hut to shelter from the rain, when Ming Xiuyi suddenly took off his robe and put it on his head. Clutching his hand, he hurried towards a tree not far away.

Gong Wutong's hand paused.

The rain in the secret realm was too ferocious, and it was a bit weird. It went directly through the rain shelter and hit the person, causing the person to be hit with pain.

Ming Xiuyi didn't have time to think about it, he took off his robe and put it on Gong Wutong's body, and dragged him forward to avoid the rain, completely forgetting how powerful his master is.

Gong Wutong had Ming Xiuyi's warm robe on his head, and was dragged under the tree by Ming Xiuyi in a daze, and it took him a long time to recover.

Ming Xiuyi's body was wet, and a lock of hair on his forehead was tightly attached to his plain face, dripping with water.

He knew how much his master loves to be clean, so he didn't care about himself, he looked up and down Gong Wutong first, and found that he wasn't wet, but his hair was a little messy, so he breathed a sigh of relief and started to fix himself .

Gong Wutong didn't take the mustard seed hut anymore, and sat on the root of the tree with his robes pulled back, watching Ming Xiuyi torment himself.

Ming Xiuyi was drenched all over, and the rain in the secret realm didn't know what to do, and he couldn't dry it up with spiritual power, so he could only take off his robe and wring the water dry with his bare hands.

Gong Wutong kept silent, staring at him all the time.

Ming Xiuyi wrapped his wet long hair around his wrist, twisted it into a ball, and wrung out the rainwater from it.

He originally wanted to put his soaked clothes, probably because he was afraid that others would see them, so he flicked his fingers and sprinkled the spiritual power around the tree, and then the wood-type spiritual power was activated, and vines grew out and intertwined with each other, forming a tree in an instant. A wall of vines was built to enclose the two of them.

Driven by the wood-type spiritual power, after the vine was fixed, clusters of snow-white flowers slowly began to bloom.

Ming Xiuyi breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to change his clothes when he found Gong Wutong watching him quietly in the faint light and shadow coming through the slits of the vines.

For some reason, Ming Xiuyi paused with his hand on the girdle, turned his head away with his ears blushing slightly, and whispered: "Master, can you... turn around?"

Gong Wutong's reaction was a little slow, and it took a while before he said "oh", and turned around.

Ming Xiuyi breathed a sigh of relief silently, turned his back to Gong Wutong and changed his clothes from inside to outside.

Because of the posture with his back facing, Ming Xiuyi didn't see Gong Wutong and only turned his back for a while, probably because he was bored, he turned his body back again, staring at Ming Xiuyi's back that hadn't put on his shirt .

Ming Xiuyi quickly put on his clothes, turned around while arranging his outer robe, and met Shanggong Wutong's eyes lazily looking at him with his chin propped up.

Ming Xiuyi: "..."

Gong Wutong exudes a lazy and lazy style all over his body, and when he sees Ming Xiuyi turning around, he smiles at him bewilderedly.

Ming Xiuyi looked at him in astonishment, he later realized that Gong Wutong might have seen all the embarrassment he had just changed his clothes, his face was flushed, he wanted to ask Gong Wutong but he didn't know how to ask, he almost collapsed.

He held it in for a long time to choke himself, but he couldn't get angry at the master, so he said weakly: "Master, you..."

Gong Wutong didn't think there was anything shy about seeing a big man change clothes, so he looked at him strangely: "What's wrong?"

Ming Xiuyi choked on him, sighed helplessly, touched his hot ears casually, and whispered: "It's nothing."

Although Gong Wutong often went out to play, he had never lived in such a simple "dwelling place". He turned his eyes away from Ming Xiuyi and looked around curiously, feeling very novel.

I don't know whether it's the closed space or Ming Xiuyi's side, which gave Gong Wutong enough sense of security, listening to the crackling rain outside, he rarely fell asleep.

"Of course." Gong Wutong yawned, and reached out his hand unceremoniously, "I want to sleep."

Ming Xiuyi was originally manipulating a sharp vine in the corner to dig the soil on the ground at a loss. Hearing this, he hurriedly closed the vine: "Yes."

There was nothing around, and according to Ming Xiuyi's temperament, he would not carry any beauty couch with him. He looked around, hesitated for a moment, but couldn't bear to let Gong Wutong lie on the ground, and whispered: "Master Do you have... anything you can lie down on?"

Even if Gong Wutong experiences outside, he will not wrong him at all. Not only does he have mustard seed huts, but he also has a bunch of beauties of all kinds.

Hearing Ming Xiuyi's question, he thought about it for a long time, and said innocently, "I didn't bring anything."

Ming Xiuyi had no doubts at all, and said with some guilt when he heard the words: "Then I will make a bed out of vines for Master, and I will wrong Master first..."

"Why are you wronged?" Gong Wutong interrupted him, got up and walked to Ming Xiuyi, and said casually, "Can't you just hug me and sleep?"

Ming Xiuyi was taken aback, at first he thought Gong Wutong was joking, but he didn't expect his master to lean on him directly.

Ming Xiuyi was taken aback, and supported Gong Wutong: "Master..."

Just as soon as he caught Gong Wutong, he was shivered by the heat on his body.

Gong Wutong was still on the "Concubine Selection Day". Before Gong He left, he would help him to make the meditation formula to calm his mind, but once Gong He left, he himself forgot about the formula, and he didn't take any medicine. Everyone was so burned that they were dazed, and even their purple eyes were a little blurred.

After sitting on Ming Xiuyi's lap, he found a comfortable position to lean against, humming and chirping non-stop.

Ming Xiuyi didn't care about other things, he clasped Gong Wutong's wrist that was stuffed into his clothes, and injected a wave of spiritual power into his meridians.

Gong Wutong leaned against Ming Xiuyi's neck with half-closed eyes, rubbed his forehead slightly, and said softly in a daze, "Well, don't be possessed."

Ming Xiuyi didn't know if it was stuck by Gong Wutong, his whole body was a little hot, he was circulating the spiritual power of the Ice Spirit Seed all over his body with his face flushed, forcing himself to calm down, when he heard this endless words, Slightly startled: "What?"

"Don't cultivate demons." Gong Wutong stretched out his hand and grabbed Ming Xiuyi's sleeves, looking sleepy as if he would fall asleep in the next moment, he murmured, "Cultivating demons is not good...Ming Xiu Yi."

Ming Xiuyi didn't understand why he would suddenly talk about cultivating demons. Seeing that his cheeks were flushed with heat, he quickly wrapped him in his arms and used the ice spirit to force down the heat.

It seems that Gong Wutong has been a little delirious since before it rained just now, Ming Xiuyi blamed himself for not noticing the strangeness of the master earlier, he patted Gong Wutong's back lightly, softened his voice, and echoed: "Okay, don't cultivate demons."

Gong Wutong seemed to be soothed, he lowered his hand slightly, and nestled in Ming Xiuyi's arms, still insisting in a sleepy state: "Remember what you said."

Ming Xiuyi was a little helpless, raised his hand to press Gong Wutong's eyebrows, and said softly: "Well, remember—go to sleep."

As soon as the words fell, Gong Wutong lowered his eyes, allowing himself to be enveloped by sleepiness.

Ming Xiuyi usually puts all his attention into doing something, and now he only wants to help the master smooth out the spiritual power in his body, and he doesn't notice how ambiguous the posture of the two of them is.

Two quarters of an hour later, the spiritual power in Gong Wutong's body became much smoother, he stretched in Ming Xiuyi's arms in a daze, and slowly opened his eyes.

Ming Xiuyi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was a little more awake.

Gong Wutong stretched out his two arms and stretched his waist. Even if he just slept for a while, he felt that his bones were all soggy from sleep. He comfortably put his two arms on Ming Xiuyi's shoulders, Rubbing his shoulder lazily, he didn't know what he was talking about.

At this time, Ming Xiuyi only realized the posture of the two of them, his whole body tensed into a pillar, and he didn't know how to react at all.

Gong Wutong lay on his shoulders for a while, and then gently withdrew, looking at the little apprentice who was facing a formidable enemy with cold sweat on his forehead, with a strange look on his face.

Ming Xiuyi said dryly: "Master, are you... better?"

Gong Wutong brushed a lock of Ming Xiuyi's hair and twirled it on his slender fingers, and said quietly: "It's better, but I can't see it, Mingzhi, usually dignified like a gentleman, now The paws are quite tight."

Ming Xiuyi: "..."

Ming Xiuyi froze, and suddenly found that his hand was placed on Gong Wutong's slender waist, and his little finger was still tightly hooked to the jade tassel on the girdle.