Say it's a big treason to the master

Ming Xiuyi didn't make a sound, and quietly buried himself in the water, freezing the water surface.

Gong Wutong: "..."

Gong Wutong laughed angrily at him, knocked on the ice surface, and said angrily: "As for you? Master doesn't blame you."

Ming Xiuyi still didn't say a word, he froze the ice surface even more tightly, it seemed that he wanted to freeze himself into a lump of ice, so that he wouldn't lose his composure in front of the master.

Gong Wutong glanced at the icy surface, snorted coldly, turned and left.

Ming Xiuyi circulated his spiritual power silently so that he would not be suffocated by the water, listening to all directions until he was sure that Gong Wutong's footsteps could no longer be heard, then he raised his hand to melt the ice, and slowly emerged from the water Come halfway.

He was very vigilant, fearing that Gong Wutong would not play cards according to common sense, and then kill the carbine again, watched carefully for a long time, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Ming Xiuyi came out of the tub, and before he could wipe himself off, he took the clothes hanging on the screen and quickly put them on.

Ming Xiuyi finally felt more at ease when he had clothes to cover his body.

There was still Gong Wutong's water-stained robe on the ground, Ming Xiuyi accidentally caught a glimpse of it, hesitated for a long time, stepped forward and picked up the robe with both hands.

He hugged the robe full of water, and used his spiritual power to evaporate the water. The robe with the aura of Gongwutong was put on Ming Xiuyi's forearm gently, like a gentle touch.

Mingxiuyi's ears turned red, and he carried the master's robe and walked towards the inner room, he was tangled in his heart, not knowing whether to send it back to the master or keep it for himself.

He thought to himself, even if he sent it back to the master, the master would definitely throw it away with his temperament of changing three different clothes a day, and it might not be when the next time he will wear it.

But if he keeps the master's personal belongings, it seems a bit too aggressive.

Ming Xiuyi thought hard and couldn't make a decision, his brows were frowning into two points, he went to the inner room absent-mindedly, and was about to rest on the bed, when he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be something strange on the bed.

He froze for a moment, then raised his head abruptly, his eyes just fell on Gong Wutong's slightly swollen lower back.

Ming Xiuyi: "..."

Gong Wutong was probably so lazy that he didn't even want to dry out the monk's robe with spiritual power, so he simply took it off and threw it on the ground, and casually took out a pleasing inner robe from Ming Xiuyi's closet and wrapped it around his body.

Ming Xiuyi's robe was a little too big for him, and it wrapped loosely around his slender body, but he didn't care. He lay on the bed with the scripture book while reading it, hooking his legs and kicking back and forth alternately, so casually, It's almost like it's my own room.

Ming Xiuyi moved his gaze away from Gong Wutong's calf that was still kicking back and forth, and said softly: "Master, why are you here?"

Gong Wutong said casually: "You are back - you are asking this, of course you are sleeping on the bed."

Ming Xiuyi had no way to deal with Gong Wutong's aggressive and reckless behavior. He sighed softly in his heart, and realized that he was hugging the master's robe when his eyes dropped inadvertently.

He was startled, fearing that Gong Wutong might think that his thoughts were impure, he hurriedly unfolded his outer robe and put it on Gong Wutong's waist, taking advantage of the situation to block the dangling naked legs.

Gong Wutong kicked his legs dissatisfied: "Don't wrap it up, it's hot."

Ming Xiuyi pressed his clothes to prevent him from kicking them off, and when he heard him shouting for heat, he activated the Ice Spirit Seed to emit a slight coolness.

Only then did Gong Wutong groan and stop kicking off his clothes, and continued to read the script.

There was Gong Wutong lying on the bed, and Ming Xiuyi didn't dare to go to bed at all, so he sat cross-legged beside the pedals, meditating while exhaling the chill, and acted as a humanoid ice flower for his master to cool off the heat.

It's just that Gong Wutong has a lot of broken things, even at Ming Xiuyi's place, he didn't stop, he looked at it for a while, and shouted without raising his head: "Well, help me tie my hair, it's so itchy."

Ming Xiuyi, who was immersed in cultivation, had no choice but to stop the inner mansion's spiritual power, opened his eyes and half-kneeled on the footrest, grabbed Gong Wutong's long hair spread behind his back, and handed him the gray cloth on the head of the bed. Master tied the hair.

Gong Wutong glanced casually, looked at Ming Xiuyi with disgust, and said angrily: "You just use rags to tie my hair?"

Ming Xiuyi avoided his sight and said softly, "I only have this."

Gong Wutong didn't expect any good-looking headbands from people like Ming Xiuyi, so he muttered, "You ascetic monk."

After saying this, he paused with his legs crossed, and finally forcibly tore himself out of the script.

Recalling what happened in the bathtub just now, Gong Wutong looked at Ming Xiuyi with a strange face, and said: "Just now you..."

Before he finished speaking, Ming Xiuyi already guessed what he was going to say, instinctively shook, he was still holding Gong Wutong's long black hair in his hand, this time he was caught off guard and pushed Gong Wutong's head back, "Hiss " cried out in pain.

"Ming Xiuyi—"

Ming Xiuyi woke up like a dream, hurriedly let go of his hand: "Master, forgive me!"

Gong Wutong has been doing evil for so many years, and he finally suffered retribution. His scalp was so painful and numb that he was so angry that he stared at Ming Xiuyi: "What's wrong with me, what about such a big reaction?! Didn't you not do it later?" Marriage, don’t tell me you didn’t do anything when you got married in the bridal chamber, just meditating there?!”

Ming Xiuyi was scolded until his head was hanging down, and he knelt there silently, letting Gong Wutong scold him to his heart's content.

Gong Wutong was not in the mood to read the script anymore, so he threw it on the bed and rolled it, making room for it, and said: "Roll up."

Ming Xiuyi hesitated: "Master, this is inappropriate."

Gong Wutong sneered: "You're already holding Sichun at me, what's wrong?"

Ming Xiuyi: "..."

What is "holding spring"?

For the first time, Ming Xiuyi gasped for his master's unrestrained speech.

Ming Xiuyi's face was blushing, and he wanted to explain but didn't know how to speak, so he took off his shoes and climbed onto the couch in a dull mood.

He originally wanted to lie on the edge of the bed, but Gong Wutong hooked his fingers at him: "Come a little further in."

Ming Xiuyi moved half an inch slowly.

Gong Wutong: "A little more."

Ming Xiuyi moved another inch.

Gong Wutong was completely impatient, and pulled him by the skirt of his clothes to pull him over.

At this time, Ming Xiuyi finally looked like an ascetic monk, with a face full of fear of being frivolous and frightened, while being dragged over, he hurriedly closed his loose skirt.

Gong Wutong's hair was not tied properly, and it spread loosely all over the bed, but he didn't bother to tie it himself, and threatened Ming Xiuyi: "I warn you, if you struggle to press my hair, you will die."

Ming Xiuyi immediately froze and didn't dare to move anymore.

Only then did Gong Wutong spread out his hands, lay comfortably on his chest, squinted his eyes and said: "Okay, sleep."

Ming Xiuyi didn't dare to move, he raised his hand with difficulty and pressed his fingertips on Gong Wutong's eyebrows, and poured the ice spirit seed into his Sea of ​​Consciousness Lingtai.

Gong Wutong slept comfortably, and when he woke up, he was already lying on Ming Xiuyi's body, wrinkling the clothes on the little disciple.

Ming Xiuyi's whole body was stiff, and he kept the same movements just now, and when he saw him wake up, he forced a smile.

Gong Wutong stretched on his body, and he was in a good mood after sleeping for a while. He drew a circle on Ming Xiuyi's heart and said lazily: "I'm going to the Yaozu to attend the Demonstration Meeting at the beginning of next year. Have confidence?"

Ming Xiuyi didn't want to maintain such an ambiguous posture with his master to talk about business, not to mention Gong Wutong's hand seemed to have magic power, just lightly touching his heart made Ming Xiuyi feel numb all over.

He said with difficulty: "Master, can we get up and talk about business again?"

Gong Wutong's rare peaceful sleep made his waist sore, he hummed and said: "I don't want to get up."

Ming Xiuyi had no choice but to keep his body stiff and said: "Chu Yu has already entered the state of transforming gods, if I haven't broken through by the end of the year, I'm afraid it will be difficult."

After all, Nascent Soul Dzogchen and God Transformation Realm are not at the same level at all. For example, Gong Wutong, a half-baked son of God Transformation Stage, can easily make Ming Xiuyi obedient with direct coercion, not to mention life and death fights in fights.

Gong Wutong looked at him quietly: "Then why don't you practice hard? Now you can't even beat Jing Che, and you still want to beat Chu Yu."

Mingxiu Yixin said that I want to practice, but you have to get up from me first.

Gong Wutong is afraid of the heat, Ming Xiuyi's Ice Spirit Seed can dispel all the heat for him, like a natural ice hole, making him very comfortable, and immediately lay on Ming Xiuyi's body to read the script.

He talked about letting his apprentice practice, but what he did was something that affected his practice.

Soon, Gong Wutong felt uncomfortable in the same posture, turned over and nestled in Ming Xiuyi's arms, put the scriptures on Ming Xiuyi's waist, yawned and continued to read.

Ming Xiuyi: "..."

After being tossed like this for half a night, Ming Xiuyi's terrifying adaptability quickly took effect. From the moment he was so stiff that he wanted to hug and throw Gong Wutong out, now even if Gong Wutong was riding on him to read Ben could not change his face.

At dawn, Gong Wutong finally finished reading the script. He looked at the sunlight outside, stretched his waist and wanted to yawn, but when he opened his lips, he sneezed.

He didn't care, he got up comfortably and fell down, planning to pick grapes and eat them.

Ming Xiuyi didn't take much rest all night. Seeing that he was finally leaving, he breathed a sigh of relief, but from the corner of his eye, he glanced at Gong Wutong and didn't take away the scriptures after reading them. He hurriedly picked up the scriptures and said: "Mr. Honor, your words."

Gong Wutong was a little dizzy, but didn't look back, and said vaguely: "The white-clothed sword fairy in that book is dead, I really don't like it, throw it away."

After all, he walked away with fluttering steps.

Ming Xiuyi watched him leave helplessly. He originally wanted to put away the storybook, but for some reason, he opened it by mistake, intending to see the storybook that Gong Wutong could read day and night. What magic.

Just now, Gong Wutong said that someone died in it. Ming Xiuyi originally thought it should be a storybook with a plot, but when he opened the first page, he was shocked by the gaudy words.

——"After I became a Taoist couple with the sword fairy, I relied on dual cultivation to ascend to Taoism"

Ming Xiuyi's pupils shook violently.