Lost...lost?

So, the reason why his master came back to find him was...

Can't find the way out of the Immortal Demon Sect?!

Master is so cute! =^ω^=

A smile spread across Jun Linyuan's lips.

He took two steps forward, afraid of startling Si Jin, and gently lowered his head to coax her:

"Alright, I'll take you in. Come stay with me..."

"Don't touch me again!"

When Si Jin saw Deng Tu Zi reaching out his wicked hand to her, she instantly flew into a rage.

He slapped Jun Linyuan's hand away and instinctively stepped back.

However, when he stood up suddenly, his body tilted slightly.

Jun Linyuan quickly wrapped his arm around his waist, his soul nearly leaving his body as he reminded him:

"Master, be careful..."

The faint scent of medicine emanating from the young apprentice wafted into my nostrils.

It subtly and meticulously probed Si Jin's wary mind.

Si Jin: ...

Si Jin: ………

Si Jin: …………

It’s over! It’s over!

That lecherous scoundrel touched me again!!

(‵□′) It's even dirtier now!!!

But surprisingly, he didn't feel disgusted.

Instead, it felt strangely familiar.

Is this bastard really his disciple?

The idea had barely begun to emerge when Si Jin ruthlessly nipped it in the bud.

impossible!

He is an upright person, and he will definitely remain upright when he grows up!

Even if I were to take on a disciple, I would never accept such a lecherous rogue!

And then there was that little tiger that inexplicably appeared in his mind today, telling him that it was already a thousand years later, and he was serving his sentence in a lower realm.

He was the one who provoked this person first, and this person has followed him for many lifetimes.

He felt he wouldn't do such a thing; the little tiger must be a spy sent by Jun Deng's disciple.

So, he grabbed the little tiger by the scruff of its neck and threw the carefully explained Xiao Yao far away.

Xiao Yao: 【(╥ω╥`) 】

What did it do wrong?!

… …

After a long pause, Si Jin finally pushed Jun Linyuan away: "You...you let go!"

"Oh, okay." Jun Linyuan immediately took two steps back, released Si Jin, and respectfully opened the door to invite her in.

"Please, Master."

The respectful way he addressed her made it seem more natural to recall the young god he was when he was nineteen.

He followed Jun Linyuan into the hall.

What I saw was exactly the same messy tatami mat as this morning.

The pure white sheets were stained with something unknown.

A lingering sense of ambiguity.

One glance is enough to make someone blush and their heart race.

The events that had occurred here flooded Si Jin's mind once again.

At that time, he seemed to have called out "You wicked child" and "My husband" a few times.

Her face turned red again.

Si Jin's hands gradually tightened, and she turned her head again, glaring angrily at Jun Linyuan, coldly questioning him:

"What? I'm your master, and I don't have my own bedroom?!"

"Yes," Jun Linyuan replied obediently.

"However, I am also lost. It is the middle of the night, and I am afraid I will not be able to find the location of Master's bedroom. So please, Master, make do with the place for the night."

As he spoke, he kept his head down and nervously clasped his hands.

His eyes are more real than real gold.

Jun Linyuan spent the entire day searching for Si Jin.

Why did Master become like this?

After thinking it over, I figured it was probably because the medicine had been spilled on the table.

Moreover, when he helped his master up, he checked his waist and found that Si Yu's annoying spiritual root was indeed gone.

Before contacting him, Si Jin, wanting to show off her spoils, insisted on turning Si Yu's spiritual root into a jade pendant, which she wore every day.

It's likely that the spiritual root contained too much of Si Yu's resentment, and when combined with the medicine, it would vengefully devour Si Jin's memories.

He needs to find a way to regain his memories as soon as possible.

Si Jin was unaware of her junior disciple's complicated thoughts; she only felt that the longer she stayed here, the greater the danger.

And then, with a hint of distrust, I ask:

"Is my palace truly unrecoverable?"

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Xiao Yao: [My lord, do you still remember Xiao Tongzi by Daming Lake? Waaaaah!]