The villain master online collapses the character design

Jiang Ziming got up early the next morning to practice. Although he is now an immortal, he does not need to get up early and go to bed early to do his homework, but the biological clock that has been accumulated over the years cannot be changed if he wants to. It is okay to pamper himself a day or two, and he will feel uncomfortable after a few days.

As the saying goes, a humble life cannot enjoy a peaceful life.

He just stretched his legs and stretched his waist in the room, and after a series of exercises, he felt comfortable. When he went out to find water to take a bath, he saw Sun Yun take the basket from the courtyard door.

Jiang Ziming thought he couldn't bump into him, wondering: "Aren't you going to class?"

Sun Yun gave him a silent look and didn't want to talk to him. Jiang Wenhao's voice came from inside the room, "Master, brother's foot hurts. I've already sent him a letter to ask for leave."

It was only then that he noticed that Sun Yun was not walking smoothly. Looking back on yesterday, he accidentally knocked his leg. He didn't expect it to be so serious.

Sun Yun carried the basket into the house, and Jiang Ziming shook his head out of his wild thoughts, went to find water to wash himself, washed it clean, found clean clothes and changed, his whole body was in good spirits and in a good mood.

After thinking about it, he decided to take a look at Jiang Wenhao and Sun Yun by the way.

Jiang Wenhao was still lying on the bed, holding his medicine and drinking it with a grim face. He always drank the medicine as if he was drinking alcohol, and his expression was very distorted. The key point was not solved at once, but he chatted with someone and drank it occasionally. One sip, just like an old man drinking tea.

And Sun Yun was leaning on the low table, with his legs on the ground, and his posture was lazy, but he didn't look injured at all.

As soon as he stepped into the door, he heard Jiang Wenhao ask Sun Yun, "Have you eaten yet?"

Sun Yun casually flipped through the torn books on the table and shook his head.

Jiang Wenhao sighed heavily, and said in a strange way, "Hey, Master doesn't eat fireworks, and I'm inconvenient, but I'm sorry for you. I'm getting older. Before entering Xuanyun Peak, I didn't eat three meals a day in the academy. If you lack it, you will starve after worshiping the teacher."

Jiang Ziming: "..." Didn't it make it clear to him.

Sun Yun was also obviously confused by his strange accent, looked at him blankly, and finally said a word after a while: "Are you out of your mind or out of your voice?"

"Pfft!" Jiang Ziming couldn't hold back for a moment. The two of them, one talking in a nine-turn corridor and the other straight, are really interesting.

He made a sound, and Sun Yun turned to look at him, his eyes suddenly became gloomy, and he greeted perfunctorily, "Master."

"Master." Jiang Wenhao was about to get up and salute, but Jiang Ziming raised his hand to signal that he didn't need it, and was about to turn around and leave when he heard his weak disciple, Fufeng, crying and calling him, "Master, this disciple is not filial."

As soon as Jiang Ziming guessed that he was going to be a monster, he turned around to stop his performance, "You rest." Then he waved to Sun Yun, "Come with me."

Jiang Wenhao looked disappointed, he hadn't done his work yet, and he started to say, how can Master steal the show!

Sun Yun clapped his hands and got up, took a look at the medicine in Jiang Wenhao's bowl, really couldn't bear to see him as a big man drinking medicine, so he stepped forward and pressed his head to force him to drink it in one gulp, and took the bowl away.

Jiang Wenhao was stunned for a moment, feeling like he was dreaming, his mouth was full of bitterness, and his head was dizzy. When he came back to his senses, Master and Junior Brother had already stepped out of the room, and couldn't care less about words, so he hurriedly ordered, " Junior brother, bring me a portion of candied lotus root!"

The Brahma Sect's big kitchen is a hill away from Xuanyun Peak, half an hour's walk from the path.

After walking for a while, Jiang Ziming noticed that Sun Yun hadn't kept up. He turned around and saw that he was walking clumsily. Although he tried his best to hide his inconvenience, his speed had already betrayed him.

He stepped forward to take the food box from the boy's hand, slowed down and walked side by side with him.

Sun Yun squinted at him, not appreciative at all, and speeded up angrily.

Jiang Ziming: "..." The child really held a grudge.

Relying on his arrogance, he kept a step away and walked behind him.

Sun Yun suddenly asked, "Master, why don't you use the sword?"

The Brahma Sect has a rule that only the elders can fly with the sword, and the disciples can only walk, and if there is an emergency, they can walk quickly.

Immortal Venerable An Huan has practiced in closed doors all year round, and he always flies with his sword when he goes out, so few disciples have seen him.

Jiang Ziming opened his eyes and said nonsense, "My disciple can't control the sword, I will be with you."

"Heh." Sun Yun snorted, his eyes full of sarcasm.

Jiang Ziming automatically ignored his question and continued walking.

Along the way, the flowers and plants are flourishing, the stream is gurgling, and the breeze is gentle. Ignore the tiredness, and this trip is not worthwhile.

The big dining hall actually has a name, and the words "Xianmen No. [-] Restaurant" on the plaque have faded. This name is not only controversial, but also not easy to pronounce, so the school basically calls it "big kitchen" or "big dining hall". ", if someone reads his name one day, no one will know it.

Sun Yun looked up at the dusty plaque and then at the spacious lobby, feeling a little unaccustomed for a while.

The original owner had very little memory about the cafeteria, and Jiang Ziming also half-guessed and pondered. After entering the door, he saw the food box in his hand on the table on the left, so he put it there, and then looked up to find the recipe in his memory.

Sure enough, I saw a recipe flashing on a wall. The black characters seemed to be on the wall, but they were actually floating on the wall, and the dishes would be changed every few minutes. Jiang Ziming was amazed. have.

He saw that Sun Yun was also watching, his eyes flickering with the flickering characters on the wall, and asked, "What do you eat?"

"Whatever." Sun Yun withdrew his eyes, walked straight to the window sill, and started cooking with a plate, proficient and natural, not at all like the first time.

Jiang Ziming opened his mouth slightly, and quickly took the appearance of the immortal, and went to get the dish that looked very elegant in the middle. He stretched out his hand, and the uncle who served the dishes asked, "Long time no see, immortal."

This is meeting an acquaintance, Jiang Ziming nodded his head pretending to be cold, and was about to take away the food when the uncle asked in surprise, "Isn't the immortal not eating offal?" Weakly added, "This is brain teasing."

Jiang Ziming stiffly moved his hand to the side dish, gritted his teeth to control his expression, so as not to make himself look guilty.

"This is foie gras!" The uncle exclaimed, attracting many eyes.

"..."

What did the original owner do that surprised him so much!

With many pairs of scorching eyes, Jiang Ziming suddenly felt blessed, brought the foie gras over, and said calmly, "Give it to my apprentice."

After he finished speaking, he obviously felt that the uncle was relieved, and then looked to his side.

Sun Yun witnessed the whole process, and he didn't think it was a big deal, "Master, I don't eat offal either."

As an excellent apprentice, not to mention being able to block the master's gun, the most basic thing is to be able to rescue the master.

From this point of view, Sun Yun must not be an excellent apprentice, and he has no such potential in him.

Jiang Ziming was already numb, he put the plate of foie gras back intact, and said coldly, "My memory is wrong, I thought it was a great apprentice."

"Uh, that's it." The uncle turned around mechanically and left with a face full of embarrassment.

Jiang Ziming had lost his appetite. He sat down and watched Sun Yun gobble it up, and listened to the discussions around him. His hearing was very good, and he could basically hear their conversations. Most of them were "Why did the immortal come here?" Huan Xianzun!" And, "Is that his new apprentice?" "I'm so envious! An Huan Xianzun is so gentle, he eats with his disciples."

And the wronged apprentice in front of him has turned into a starving ghost, concentrating on cooking.

Jiang Ziming only asked him to be so serious in his career, so that he could become a real boss as soon as possible, and he could be liberated.

Sun Yun: "Master, why don't you eat offal?"

"Dirty." Jiang Ziming said concisely, looking at the pile of food in front of him, he expressed his hunger, but he had to carry it.

"Oh." Asun Yun blinked, lowered her head to eat, dimples appeared on her cheeks.

Jiang Ziming was really uncomfortable being stared at by others, even more nervous than when he was under the spotlight on the stage. He stood up, "I'll go back first." After finishing speaking, he left first.

Sun Yun looked sideways at the back of him leaving. Even the loose robes couldn't hide his tall and straight figure and slender waist, and he had a very good manner. With the posture of a fairy.

His master is really like a banished fairy!I don't know if he was infected with mold poison, would he roll on the ground?

Jiang Ziming relaxed his tense nerves after leaving the cafeteria, and returned the same way.

Jiang Wenhao fell asleep, and he didn't want to be bored in the room, so he moved a chair and sat by the door to blow the air.

Xuan Yunfeng has a good environment, full of aura, just lying down is a kind of enjoyment, when he heard movement at the courtyard gate while he was sleepy, he guessed that the traitor had returned, his eyes were too heavy to open, so he just ignored it.

But after a while, he felt someone approaching, and he became inexplicably nervous. When the sense of fear reached its peak, he suddenly woke up, and he saw Sun Yun's wronged face, and then saw the spiritual power in his hand dissipate.

"??!!"

Jiang Ziming swallowed, although there was no reason to suspect that Sun Yun was going to assassinate him, but seeing the spiritual power in his hands, he asked directly, "What are you doing?"

Sun Yun's dimples appeared, her eyebrows and eyes were gentle, "Repel mosquitoes to Master."

"??" Jiang Ziming stared at him for a long time, and the wind blew several times before he asked in doubt, "Where did the mosquitoes come from?"

"Hey." Sun Yun opened his left hand, and there were two mosquito corpses lying on it. His face was sincere, which completely dispelled Jiang Ziming's thoughts, and he felt a little guilty. In the early days, Sun Yun was a good and stupid apprentice, and he just treated him The impression of demonization in the later stage is too deep, so I scare myself.

"Master doesn't believe me?" Sun Yun's eyes were smudged with water vapor, and he looked straight at him, with a tone of patient grievance.

He was already white and tender, but at this moment, those exceptionally beautiful eyes were watery, which made people feel itchy. Jiang Ziming had always been soft rather than hard, so he felt even more guilty.

"I'm going to copy the rules." Sun Yun turned around and left, holding the mosquito corpse tightly in his left hand, even the back looked pitiful and aggrieved.

Jiang Ziming wants him to stop copying the words and swallow them again. His task is to temper the protagonist's will, not to condone the protagonist's weakness!

Jiang Ziming, oh Jiang Ziming, you are not King Zhou, don't be fooled by your beauty!

He woke up a lot after scolding himself in his heart, stopped Sun Yun, glanced at the kitchen, and said, "The rules that I told you to copy yesterday have not been changed today, it seems that one hundred times is not enough, add another hundred."

After finishing speaking, he waited for a while and saw no response from Sun Yun, so he turned his head and saw that Sun Yun's back was still facing him, his shoulders trembled before returning, "Yes, Master."

In the March weather, the boy's tone was so cold that it made people shiver.