"Why don't you thank my apprentice?"
Ning Sirou's eyes were like knives, piercing Li Qingyu's heart.
The hand on the table was filled with terrifying power, as if it could kill Li Qingyu at the slightest disagreement.
"I'm sorry, I disturbed my nephew."
"Haha, nephew, are you worthy of calling me that?"
Li Qingyu suppressed his inner anger and finally left home to become an alchemist in the Taichu Holy Land. He thought he could rest easy, but he didn't expect to suffer such humiliation.
Li Qingyu, you are not as skilled as others now, so you should bow your head first.
Li Qingyu kept admonishing himself.
"Just a thank you?"
Ning Sirou spoke.
Li Qingyu's expression was stiff. Finally, he took out a few porcelain bottles and placed them on the table.
"You're a good person. Go down. When you get out, just say you accidentally hit your face while swatting a mosquito."
"Thank you, Master Ning, for your advice."
Li Qingyu went down.
[Wow, Master is so domineering. That spiritualized slap just now was so cool.]
[I must learn this, it’s so cool.]
After Shen Qingchen finished speaking, she stretched out her little hand, her face stiff.
I forgot that I was in my master's arms.
Finally, a bright red slap mark appeared on Shen Qingchen's butt.
After Li Qingyu came out, she could no longer hold back her tears and started to shed. She clenched her hands tightly, and her knuckles turned white.
"Li Qingyu, be patient. A little impatience will ruin a big plan."
In the palace, Shen Qingchen felt more and more that something was wrong.
That pair of sinister eyes seemed familiar.
[Fuck, the person who murdered me that day couldn't be related to Li Qingyu.]
After hearing this, Ning Sirou had an idea.
[It's possible, it's possible. After all, the master is very arrogant, and the heroine has paranoia. When she heard that the master had just brought back a monster, she was envious and jealous.]
[Li Qingyu had used elixirs to save several people before, and those people were all very capable.]
[The truth can't be revealed, right? It's over, it's over. The male and female protagonists are targeting me at the same time, and I might even be dead.]
Ning Sirou heard Shen Qingchen's thoughts and looked down at Shen Qingchen.
His eyes gradually became gentle. With the master around, no one would dare to hurt him.
A gambling dad? A life-loving mom? A stupid brother?
Ning Sirou has always believed that the first to strike is the strongest, and the last to strike will suffer.
Then several figures appeared behind Ning Sirou.
“Make sure to do these things well.”
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