When Chu Qianli was taking off her makeup, she always had an unspeakable doubt in her heart.
This Imperial Master spoke and acted in an unhurried manner, neither hastily nor slowly, neither salty nor indifferent. He was like a wooden man, completely devoid of any emotion.
It's not cold, not cold at all, but it's really peaceful.
So calm that it felt like numbness.
There are such people in this world.
Like a living dead.
She decided to give him a try.
So after washing her face, she walked briskly to the designated location, under the pavilion in the backyard.
The Imperial Master was sitting at the table. The table was clean and there was not even tea.
He actually didn't even drink a sip of tea and sat upright, like a primary school student in class.
Of course, his hands were not placed on the table, but folded on his lap.
"Master National Preceptor, may I ask a presumptuous question?"
Of course, the other party didn't respond. After just getting along for a while, Chu Qianli felt that she could adapt to his attitude.
After getting used to it, I started to know how to relax.
"Sir, is your current appearance the result of training? Or is it natural?"
She was just joking, thinking that he would ignore her and was about to get into the topic.
Unexpectedly, the Imperial Master responded: "Rules."
Chu Qianli was stunned for a moment, a little stunned.
How could the National Preceptor, who was like a wooden man, answer such a boring question of his own?
It's so surprising.
Her hands were placed on the table, and her fingers were tapping lightly on the table as if unconscious.
"Master Imperial Master, do you need something to eat?"
With a twist of his wrist, an apple was placed in front of him.
Another turn, another bottle of drink.
The Imperial Master's eyes swept over the apples and drinks, his face still expressionless.
In his opinion, the secret of the Qiankun Chain does not seem to contain any surprises.
Drinks were something that did not exist in this era, but he saw it and was not moved at all.
The heart is as calm as water.
I don’t know what kind of environment it was like to train such a dumbfounded person—cough! I shouldn’t use this adjective to describe him, after all, he is an expert.
You can't be so rude.
"National Master, what do you want?"
"soul."
"What?" Chu Qianli had tried hard to keep herself calm, but what he said was really beyond her expectations.
It seems that those dark gods on TV need to use human souls as the price of the transaction.
Is he going to turn her into a demon?
There was a hint of defensiveness in Chu Qianli's eyes: "My soul, I wonder how the Imperial Master can get there?"
It's nothing more than using voodoo to control, or using soul-stirring techniques.
But both of these are not good things.
The Imperial Master lowered his eyes and actually picked up the bottle of drink that Chu Qianli placed in front of him.
Look carefully.
His long fingers moved slightly on the bottle, as if he wanted to open the bottle.
Finally, he stared at the bottle cap, picked it up with his long finger, and the bottle opened.
He lowered his head, leaned close to the mouth of the bottle, and smelled it through the veil.
That movement was so graceful that it was staggering.
Generally noble.
I just smelled it and put the bottle down.
Chu Qianli asked: "Since you are curious, why don't you have a taste? The Imperial Master is so powerful, you should be able to tell whether I have poisoned you at a glance."
"sweet."
"The Imperial Master doesn't like sweets?" She smiled, "Then I'll give you something tasteless?"
The Imperial Master no longer paid attention to the question, but stared at her and said calmly: "I want to take a look at your world."
