Chapter 83 Master wants me to sleep with her! (13)
As soon as Zhu Yu returned to Luoyue Palace, he marked out a space in his room, made a bed and put up a screen.
"From tomorrow onwards, you will sleep and wake up with your master."
Xie Weiran was stunned for a moment, unable to believe his ears.
Did he just hear it wrong?
Master said, let yourself sleep with her?
"Huh?" Zhu Yu turned to look at the young man standing behind him in confusion, why there was no response.
The young man was stunned on the spot, with a bit of confusion on his delicate face, his eyelashes drooped, and the red flame between his eyebrows popped out at some point, exuding a coquettish light.
Zhu Yu frowned in confusion and walked over to perform the magic with his palm, placing it against the young man's forehead.
There are generally two situations when this Demon Lord's Seal appears. One is when the Lord is in danger and needs to defend himself; the other is when the Lord is overly excited and expresses excitement?
"What are you thinking about?" Zhu Yu asked softly.
Is it possible that I felt uncomfortable when I heard that I wanted to sleep under the same roof with her?
The young man came back to his senses, looked at the beautiful and flawless face in front of him, and suddenly realized that he had just lost his composure.
He bowed slightly and asked respectfully: "Master, what do you mean?"
Zhu Yu had no choice but to tell the truth: "I'm afraid you won't obey me."
I'm afraid that you, the little devil, have a naughty temperament, so you go to practice sword practice secretly.
"Okay, disciple, please go back to your room and clean up."
The young man nodded obediently and immediately withdrew.
Zhu Yu looked at the young man's hurried back, his face even more confused.
Why is she increasingly unable to understand the little devil's thoughts? Is it because of the age gap?
The children are older and have worries.
Zhu Yu sighed like a mother, curled her lips and continued to clean up the room.
Returning to the house, Xie Weiran closed the door, then leaned against the door and took a deep breath to calm down.
He raised his hand and pressed it on his left chest, and something inside was about to jump out.
The young man frowned, not understanding what was wrong with him and why he had difficulty breathing.
Why...when I get close to Master, my heart can't help but beat wildly?
The room was silent and empty, and the heartbeat was beating like a drum.
The young man's eyes were empty, and there was a strange light shining in his eyes, which seemed to be joy, but also seemed to be filled with some kind of worry and entanglement.
Could it be that he has some strange disease that prevents him from getting close to Master?!
His eyes kept scanning the entire room, as if looking for the elixir that could save him.
Finally, his eyes fell on the complicated Heart Sutra on the desk. The young man was so happy that he immediately rushed forward, grabbed the scroll and read it silently.
His hands were shaking slightly as he turned the pages.
The handwriting on the paper is beautiful and elegant, every stroke was written by Master for him...
The young man suppressed his thoughts and read two or three lines, frowning. Why did the meditation mantra become more confusing as he read it?
Crazy, crazy.
Throughout the afternoon, Xie Weiran meditated in his room. Zhu Yu came over to see that he was resting his mind with his eyes closed, and he went back to take a nap with peace of mind.
In the past few days, after experiencing two injuries to the little devil's hand, Zhu Yu felt that he could no longer be lazy.
The master and the disciple did not learn to live without grains on weekdays, so eating was a big deal.
It was too troublesome to go down the mountain to eat. After much deliberation, Zhu Yu decided to learn how to cook. It should be quite simple with the little devil beside him to guide him.
After a busy meal, three dishes and one soup were already placed on the table.
Zhu Yu sat at the table, looking back a little cautiously. He motioned to the boy opposite to move his chopsticks, "Try it?"
Chicken soup again.
Xie Weiran raised his eyes to look at Zhu Yu, raised his lips slightly, filled himself a bowl of chicken soup, and then tasted it carefully.
Zhu Yu waited expectantly, but when he saw that he still didn't speak after drinking a bowl, he couldn't help but ask: "How is it?"
"It's very delicious. I feel like I'm full of energy now. Master, let me drink it."
After that, the young man brought the whole soup bowl in front of him, like a little tiger guarding its food.
"Really?" Zhu Yu couldn't believe this description.
Although she added a few fresh elixirs, she was not sure what it would taste like.
"A disciple would never lie to Master." Xie Weiran raised his eyes and said seriously, his eyes flashing with light.
Zhu Yu laughed: "Okay, I won't compete with you today."
She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, finally overcoming the hurdle she had faced as a child.
The gentle smile of the person opposite suddenly flashed into the young man's eyes. Xie Weiran felt his heart skip a beat. He quickly looked away and buried his head in eating.
"Eat slowly." Zhu Yu reminded Xie Weiran quickly when he saw that Xie Weiran was eating very quickly.
"Okay Master."
Xie Weiran raised his head, responded with a smile, and continued to finish the bowl of chicken soup.
While the two were eating, the barrier outside Luoyue Hall fluctuated, and someone came to send a message.
The selection of new disciples has been completed. All disciples in the sect who are of the right age will go out for training. There are people going to each peak. Qianyi Xianzun has only accepted one disciple at present.
So Xie Weiran is also on the list.
The trial is undoubtedly a good opportunity for improvement, but it is also full of challenges for the little devil.
After all, when he reaches adulthood, the Demon Lord's Seal will no longer be able to be concealed. Someone from the Demon Clan will come looking for him, and she will let him go.
If you encounter demons when you go out, you may have to arrive early.
Zhu Yu thought for a moment and asked softly: "Do you want to go?"
Xie Weiran nodded without hesitation, "Disciple wants to go."
He also heard it just now. Going out for a trial is considered as an assessment. If you perform well, the master will give you a lot of rewards.
Zhu Yu respects his choice.
In the blink of an eye, seven days later.
At the foot of the main peak, the disciples boarded the fairy boats one after another and prepared to set off.
Everything is well arranged.
Zhu Yu called Xie Weiran to his side and warned: "You need to protect yourself during this trip. If you encounter an enemy and cannot defeat him, don't show off. Do you understand?"
Then the fairy ship took off, and Xie Weiran stood on the deck looking at the white figure. The floating clouds passed by, and he vaguely saw a green figure beside his master. The figures overlapped each other, and they were very close.
Xie Weiran's eyes gradually became colder, and there was a gloom in his eyes.
"What, are you jealous?"
Sun Pingmi suddenly appeared behind him.
Xie Weiran didn't even look back and didn't bother to pay attention to him.
Sun Pingmi walked around him, with a look of disgust on her face, "I've disliked you since I was a child. You're a bitch who knows how to cry. You're also very good at pretending, and you deceived the Immortal."
The female disciples on the boat were already stunned by Xie Weiran's appearance. They wanted to get closer, but were forced back by the coldness all over his body.
You know, half an hour ago, this talented young man had a gentle smile on his face.
Now the expression on his face made everyone feel scared.
Sun Pingmi deliberately wanted to provoke him and start a fight so that he would have a reason to complain to the Immortal.
Unfortunately, Xie Weiran remained unmoved, turned around and found a corner, sat down and closed his eyes to rest.
Sun Pingmi was so angry that his teeth itched.
Soon we arrived at the place of trial.
All the disciples in the sect were divided into three groups and went to three places respectively.
Xie Weiran was drawn into the Secret Underworld, and so was Sun Pingmi.
When I first came down from the underground palace, it was pitch black. There was a whining sound in the air, as if a ghost was breathing in my ears. There was a muddy road under my feet that I couldn't see clearly.
"What the hell is this place?"
"Senior Brother Sun, let's not go."
The new disciples are all noble young ladies from various immortal cultivating families. They are usually spoiled and pampered, but they have never seen such an environment.
Sun Pingmi was the team leader, although he was a little scared himself, so he pretended to be calm and appease everyone. He followed Xie Weiran closely with his eyes, trying to trap him in the underground palace to suffer.
When I turned around, I saw that the man had already gone away.
The young man held a ball of red flame in his palm and walked deeper without hesitation. He just wanted to complete the task quickly and go back to see his master. As for other burdens, it had nothing to do with him.
[Author's digression]: Asking for votes as usual~
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Have you noticed that it’s been three chapters recently, hehehehe.