Although Yan Huailiu pretended to be indifferent, he was always paying attention to Gu Xingyun's movements.

Feeling that person walking towards him, his heart beat faster for some reason.

The footsteps sounded like they were stepping on his heart. Yan Huailiu's hand shook, and the chopsticks fell directly to the ground. They bounced a few times and stopped right at Gu Xingyun's feet.

He watched Gu Xingyun bend down to pick up the chopsticks, wipe them carefully, and then place them on the table beside him.

On the exposed wrist was a familiar bracelet.

“Master…”

Gu Xingyun shouted.

Yan Huailiu looked up at him with a panicked expression.

Gu Xingyun lowered his eyes, not meeting his gaze, his eyelashes trembling slightly. "Master, do you dislike the meals prepared by your disciples? Why do you cook for them yourself?"

Yan Huailiu's hands were still shaking.

Even if I kept brainwashing myself that this wasn't an illusion, that this was the well-behaved and kind Gu Xingyun, the good disciple who hadn't yet grown into a villain...

He repeated these words countless times, but he was still afraid.

The scene he had previously deliberately ignored resurfaced: "Gu Xingyun" placed his hand on his neck, slid it down along his collarbone, and whispered into his ear: "Master, do you want to make love with me every night? Master, don't you like me?"

"Master, are you tired of your disciple?"

The discourse of illusion and reality overlap.

Gu Xingyun happened to look up at this moment, and his expression was 70% similar to the one in the illusion.

Yan Huailiu avoided his gaze, not daring to meet his gaze, and tried to keep his voice calm: "No, you go back first."

To the other two people, the tone sounded extremely cold.

Chang Sui originally wanted to persuade Gu Xingyun to stay and have dinner together, but now he held his breath and dared not even breathe.

Gu Xingyun was stunned, unable to believe that Yan Huailiu would say this.

How is that possible?

A few days ago, this person cared about me so much that he offered to let me stay overnight on his couch, and gave him some mental skills and some fruit. Why did he suddenly become so cold?

How could his usual tactics fail?

Isn’t Yan Huailiu the one who falls for this the most?

Don’t you like him pretending to be pitiful the most?

"Master?"

Gu Xingyun shouted without giving up.

Yan Huailiu said with a stern face: "I told you to go back first, didn't you hear me?"

He couldn't bear to look at Gu Xingyun's face now. He couldn't tell whether he was nervous or guilty.

If the enchanting demon flower could misunderstand him, what about Gu Xingyun, who was with him day and night? What if he also misunderstood?

He had not yet seriously reviewed whether his previous actions were inappropriate, nor had he figured out what to do next. He could only avoid this apprentice for the time being.

His nervous gaze often shifted back and forth between the two of them.

The steaming, fragrant food on the table seemed to be a silent mockery. Gu Xingyun put away his pretense, his eyes deep, and he lowered his head and replied, "Yes, Master."

The sun has set and the temperature is getting cooler.

The cold wind blew in through Gu Xingyun's collar, making him feel extremely cold.

But it's nothing compared to feeling disappointed.

He walked towards the direction of his practice with an expressionless face, no time to waste.

If only sufficient strength could make Yan Huailiu take him seriously, then he wouldn't mind trying harder.

"Master... this had better be the last time you kick your disciple out."

Inside the house, I often swallow my saliva out of nervousness.

He felt a little regretful that he had sent a message to Ling Xinghua and the others in advance. If Junior Brother Yu was here at this time, he would definitely be able to liven up the atmosphere.

“Master, Master…”

Yan Huailiu took a deep breath to calm himself down, then turned to look at Chang Sui: "What's wrong? Eat, I made it myself, it should taste good, eat more, you must be hungry after running around outside all day."

"Oh, okay."

Chang Sui obediently picked up the chopsticks and shoveled the rice into his mouth. He was so flustered that he couldn't even taste the food. He still praised: "It's delicious. Master is really amazing. Master, you eat it too."

Yan Huailiu responded without any desire to eat.

He absentmindedly started feeding Chang Sui, constantly picking up food for him. Chang Sui ate so much that his cheeks were bulging like a little squirrel.

This look amused Yan Huailiu. Thinking of the tragic ending that might happen in the future, he couldn't help but remind him: "Jingming, you have to walk the right path and never be a bad person, understand?"

Chang Sui nodded in confusion.

This dull expression doesn't look like the cold-blooded and ruthless poison master of the future at all.

Yan Huailiu continued to whitewash himself: "Learn more about saving people, practice well, and when your cultivation level is improved, I will teach you the Mysterious Crimson Pearl Sutra."

Chang Sui swallowed hard, overwhelmed with emotion. "Thank you, Master! I will cultivate diligently and will never let you down!"

"I know, Jingming is the best."

Among the villains in their growing stage, this apprentice is the one who is easiest to reform.

Yan Huailiu sighed to himself.

Chang Sui had almost finished eating. He observed Yan Huailiu's expression and made sure that he was not angry. Then he dared to speak: "Master, Senior Brother..."

"I don't want to talk about him right now."

As soon as he started to speak, he was interrupted by Yan Huailiu.

Chang Sui shut up decisively and didn't dare to say another word.

What on earth did Big Brother do? Why is Master suddenly angry?

I must ask him about it carefully when he gets back, and then find a way to resolve the conflict. I can't let the eldest brother be sad.

During the meal, Yan Huailiu only ate two grains of rice and didn't eat anything else.

He breathed a sigh of relief only after Chang Sui packed up and left. He rubbed his brows in annoyance, and there seemed to be a lingering cold feeling on his body.

He thought for a moment, took out some clothes to change into, and planned to go to the hot spring to relax.

By the way, wash off the dirt on your body thoroughly.

The original body has always known how to enjoy life, and specially built a house suitable for resting next to this natural hot spring. Disciples often clean and tidy it up, and all kinds of things are fully furnished.

The key is that it is far away from human habitation and has a rare quietness.

Yan Huailiu immersed himself in the water, closed his eyes and let his thoughts fly.

Elsewhere, Gu Xingyun, who was still practicing, always felt that the spiritual energy in his body was stagnant. His tendons and veins would start to ache when he circulated them a little. He had no choice but to stop and planned to go back to ask Ling Xinghua.

Among these junior brothers, only this cultivation fanatic can discuss something.

It’s so late, I don’t know if he is asleep.

Gu Xingyun dragged his tired body back to his residence and saw Chang Sui sitting at the round table in the yard, gesturing with his hands.

Although he didn't want to bother with this junior brother for the time being, Gu Xingyun still went over and asked, "Jingming, why are you not going back to sleep? What are you doing here?"

Chang Sui's eyes were dazed, and he answered vaguely after a long while: "Big, big brother... I'm rowing the boat, you, get up quickly, don't stand in the water, there's a monster behind you..."

Gu Xingyun:?