Say it's a big treason to the master

Heavy rain.

The mist smoky, countless vines climbed up from the ground, climbed the small house's porch pillars and slowly circled upwards, but in an instant, the dense vines surrounded the entire small house of Gongwutong, with green tips pointing upwards, absorbing the mystery The rain is rustling and growing.

A drop of rain condenses on the green vine leaves, wanting to fall but not falling.

Finally, there was a slight movement, and the drop of water suddenly broke away from the tip of the leaf and fell down quickly.

In an instant, clusters of snow-white flowers burst out from the vines surrounding the hut, and the fragrance of flowers mixed with the smell of earth lingered around.

Ming Xiuyi was mentally dazed, vaguely aware that he seemed to be burned unconscious by the sweeping heat for a moment, the ice spirits in the inner palace were functioning as usual, and after some time, he finally neutralized the heat, and his mind returned up.

The toxicity of the poisonous weed was too domineering, Ming Xiu realized later that he recalled the phrase "the more suppressed, the stronger" that Gong Wutong casually told him, and he sighed helplessly in his heart.

Gong Wutong is always like this, no matter how important he is, he will say it in a light and light tone, making it impossible to tell whether he is serious or talking nonsense.

Ming Xiuyi gradually regained consciousness, and gradually regained control of his body.

He originally thought that he would still be exposed to the rain on the spot - after all, Gong Wutong's lazy temperament, maybe he would not know how to help him when he fell down, and let him fend for himself on the spot.

It was only after his hands, feet and body became vaguely aware that he realized that he was on a soft couch, the curtains around the bed were hanging down to block all the light, and he could only faintly hear the sound of the pattering rain coming from outside.

Ming Xiuyi was taken aback.

Master moved him into the room?

He was about to move, when suddenly he felt as if his hand was touching something soft, and he could feel the thing under his palm trembling slightly when he moved casually, accompanied by a faint breath in his ear.

Ming Xiuyi was taken aback, his eyes that had been dizzy all this time finally focused slowly.

The cultivation base of the Nascent Soul stage allowed him to see everything clearly even in the dark, and the moment his vision recovered, he met Gong Wutong's face with a lock of long hair in his mouth and his eyes slightly closed.

Ming Xiuyi: "..."

With the recovery of vision, the hands, feet and body are completely conscious.

The two of them were in Gong Wutong's small room. Gong Wutong's clothes were half undressed and he was lying limply under him, with one hand hooked on his shoulder, and the purple eyes that opened from time to time were full of deep affection, misty and misty. Looking at the pupils, I want to get my life.

Ming Xiuyi sucked in a breath of cool air silently, his hand that was still callused because of holding the sword was poking through the hem of the clothes into Gong Wutong's messy clothes, pressing the back of the waist and eyes along the joints to slow down. Slowly stroke down.

The most sensitive part of Gong Wutong's body was there, and Ming Xiuyi stroked it like a cat basking in the sun, whimpering lazily.

Gong Wutong was humming and stretching out his toes to hook Ming Xiuyi's waist, when he saw that his movements had stopped, he urged: "Go on."

Ming Xiuyi pretended to be calm, thinking that he was probably dreaming, he slowly straightened his body kneeling on both sides of Gong Wutong's waist, and retracted his hands little by little.

It's just that Gong Wutong was enjoying it, so he was willing to let him go, and immediately pressed Ming Xiuyi's wrist weakly with his limp hands, slowly opened his eyes full of water vapor, and glanced at him lazily: "What's wrong? Didn't you say that Serve me?"

Ming Xiuyi had no expression on his face, and forcibly withdrew his hand back.

His clothes were also in a mess, and after he got off the bed with a tense body, his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't even straighten his clothes.

Gong Wutong Lai Jiji half-lyed on the couch, resting his head on his hand, his clothes were in a mess, revealing his long naked legs, and said with a half-smile: "Why, you won't admit it when you wake up?"

This sentence seemed to completely break Ming Xiuyi's delusion that he was having a nightmare, and made him turn around in a cold sweat, and knelt down straight down with a plop.

That knee hit the cold stone slab, and the sound made Gong Wutong even feel pain.

Ming Xiuyi's forehead was full of cold sweat, his jaw was tense, and he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "The disciple deserves to die. I offended the master. I hope the master will punish me."

The lustful smile on Gong Wutong's face slowly disappeared.

Ming Xiuyi knelt on the ground, and didn't dare to look at Gong Wutong's expression at all. He was afraid that he would see the disgust and rejection he feared most from the face of the master. The hand that offended Master was chopped off to apologize.

Just when he was on the verge of collapse, there was a slight sound from the soft bed, and then a snow-white toe stepped on the ground, and the crumpled hem of the clothes slid down from his calf, barely covering the back of his foot.

Gong Wutong didn't bother to take care of her messy clothes, crossed her arms, looked lazily at the top of Ming Xiuyi's head, and said indifferently: "Get up, what does it look like kneeling? Those who don't know think that you have committed a crime and forced Master." .”

Ming Xiuyi's clothes are well worn on his body, and he knows in his heart that he has not done anything to Gong Wutong - if he really did something worse than a beast in a dizzy state, it cannot be solved by kneeling now something happened.

"But I am indeed... disrespectful to Master."

"Is it disrespectful to touch the waist?" Gong Wutong sat lazily on the bed, the blush on his face hadn't faded, and he looked at a different kind of grace.

Gong Wutong is a person who indulges in lust, and he doesn't think it's disrespectful for Ming Xiuyi to stroke his waist and eyes. At most, he lures the unconscious disciple to give him pleasure because of his old disrespect.

"And..." Gong Wutong leaned down slightly, revealing his beautiful collarbone under his disheveled clothes, he hooked Ming Xiuyi's chin to make him raise his head, his brows were affectionate, and he said with a smile, "I want you to treat me like this, If you want to blame it, you blame me for being promiscuous and greedy, what are you afraid of?"

Ming Xiuyi stared blankly for a moment, and then seemed to realize something, he pulled away Gong Wutong's hand in embarrassment, and lowered his head.

Gong Wutong let out a "tsk", and said quietly: "You talk about being disrespectful and pleading guilty, but in fact you are quite courageous."

Ming Xiuyi wished he could die to apologize, and said sullenly: "I hope Master will punish you."

Gong Wutong was finally annoyed by his reluctance, he tossed the hem of his clothes, and said coldly: "Ming Xiuyi, don't make me say it a third time—get up."

This sound carried the coercion of the transformation stage, Ming Xiuyi had to stand up from the ground, but still hung his head, as if waiting to be dealt with.

With unprecedented indifference between Gong Wutong's eyebrows, he picked up a broken jade token from the ground, threw it on Ming Xiuyi casually, and said indifferently: "Go to Shuangxiake and ask him to give me a new jade token."

Ming Xiuyi hastily took the two pieces of jade tokens, carefully looked up at Gong Wutong: "This is..."

"Heh." Gong Wutong sneered, "I don't know which brat went crazy, just took my jade card and threw it on the ground."

Ming Xiuyi blushed, put away the jade plaque in a low voice, and said in a low voice, "Yes, disciple, let's go."

Gong Wutong waved his hand, signaling him to hurry up and roll.

Ming Xiuyi seemed to be pardoned, and rushed out almost scrambling.

He had just left the hut when he realized that he did not know when he spread the wood-type spiritual power all over the hut. At this time, the elegant and clean room was covered with vines, and flowers like snowballs were blooming one by one.

Ming Xiuyi: "..."

Ming Xiuyi wished he could die, and ran away without even looking at it, forgetting to take back the vine.

Gong Wutong sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Ming Xiuyi's wolf-like back through the window, and for some reason burst out laughing suddenly.

He smiled and leaned back, lying on the soft couch, staring at the bed curtain for a while.

After a long time, Gong Wutong let out a sigh in the quiet inner room.

"That's good too."

***

Shuangxiake had no news after receiving the half of Gong Wutong's unfinished words. He felt a sudden in his heart, thinking that the little saint would really not be conquered by Ming Shaozun so that he could not speak a word Are you coming? !

Thinking of this, Shuangxiake's first reaction was to rush over to save people, but after thinking about it carefully, Gong Wutong has always been relaxed about things. bottom line.

If Ming Xiuyi was really driven by desire and went crazy, as a medical practitioner, Gong Wutong would have countless ways to restrain him.

Shuangxiake thought for a long time before finally letting go of his nervousness, but even so, he didn't find many herbs all day long. After digging a few grasses absent-mindedly, he planned to find a place to rest.

At this moment, someone behind him suddenly called his name.

Shuangxiake looked back suspiciously, and saw Ming Xiuyi walking towards him quickly.

Shuangxiake frowned, seeing Ming Xiuyi's intact appearance, the poison of love shouldn't be a serious problem.

Ming Xiuyi quickly walked up to him, and nodded slightly: "Friar Frost."

The guest under Shuang is not surnamed Shuang, but Ming Shaozun's serious way of calling himself "Friar Shuang" was so amusing, he didn't correct it in a bad manner, but vaguely saw why Gong Wutong was so obsessed with this person.

The abstinent person indulges in lust, and the ruthless person is rebellious and unrestrained, which can always give people a kind of distorted expectation.

Ming Xiuyi's detached and polite attitude made it impossible to find any faults. Anyone who saw him would praise him for being gentle and courteous.

Shuang Xiake looked at the face that was gentle even when he didn't smile, and vaguely felt that Ming Xiuyi was wearing a mask as gentle as jade, even if he felt wrong, he couldn't see it It's strange.

Shuangxiake thought to himself that this child was much calmer than ordinary peers at such a young age, and if nothing unexpected happened, he would surely become a great talent in the future.

He also didn't care about Ming Xiuyi's alienation, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Ming Xiuyi politely told Gong Wutong about wanting a new jade token, and then took out the broken jade token, apologetically saying: "I accidentally broke the jade token, I hope you don't take offense. "

Shuangxiake breathed a sigh of relief, and murmured in his heart: "I thought you did something strange to the little saint and came to discuss with me. It turned out that the broken jade tablet was just a jade tablet."

White worry.

"No problem, no problem." Shuang Xiake took the jade card back with a smile, and said with a smile, "In our industry, there is nothing else but a lot of jade cards. After all, they are things for eating. Every time I go out, I will bring a few. Hundreds of them were posted everywhere."

Ming Xiuyi: "..."

Ming Xiuyi choked for a moment, seeing that Gong Wutong specially asked him to come out to find Shuang Xia Ke to exchange for a new one, he thought that this jade token was something important, so it turned out that this person could easily give it to him?

Knowing that what he smashed was not a rare object, Ming Xiuyi also heaved a sigh of relief, but he thought of another problem.

This thing is not important at all, why did Gong Wutong ask him to change it?

Could it be to... distract him?

Ming Xiuyi frowned slightly.

Shuangxiake took out two identical ones from his sleeve, and said, "Here, I'll give you two this time for the little sage, it's fine if you throw them hard."

Ming Xiuyi took it absent-mindedly and thanked him softly.

Shuang Xiake seemed to have no intention of saying: "Speaking of which, my jade tablet is made of a special material, and it will not break when it falls on the ground, unless it is thrown on the ground with excessive force. How did Ming Shaozun break it?"

Ming Xiuyi was stunned for a moment.

He didn't know how he broke it at all, but Gong Wutong said that he fell, and he admitted it without any doubt. Now when Shuangxiake asked him, he realized this problem.

Ming Xiuyi frowned and thought for a while. His head was aching like a hangover. He wanted to go back and adjust his breath, but a memory that he didn't remember at all popped up in his mind.

Gong Wutong was lying on the small couch under the long corridor, brushing him away while reaching for the jade plaque on the ground, and said casually: "Don't make trouble, darling, I'll call Shuang Xiake first."

Ming Shaozun, who was quietly leaning on Gong Wutong's shoulder, was stimulated by some words. His eyes were dark as he watched Gong Wutong pick up the jade tablet that was pinched at his white fingertips. He suddenly snatched it away, and went straight to Throw it on the ground.

With a click, the jade tablet shattered.