Yin Buqi was not joking.

The effect of essence and blood is real, and the palace and prison are also real.

Once every three days, no more, no less.

"Yin Buqi, I have no strength left..."

"Master, be good, it will be done soon..."

The person he thought about day and night was in his arms, in the cage he carefully built. He couldn't help but get excited. He gently showered her with kisses, kissing away the tears in the corners of her eyes.

In a trance, he was so obsessed that he couldn't help but want to kiss her lips, but she just avoided him.

Yin Buqi was stunned, his red eyes full of strange thoughts. He murmured, "Master, don't ever think of getting rid of your disciple in your lifetime."

He had hated the wrong person before, and in a fit of rage he wanted his master, so he should just let it go. After all, his master would be his for the rest of his life.

He was never a good person and did not need to be forgiven.

…

When Jiang Niannian woke up, her throat was parched. She looked at the scene around her with lifeless eyes. The golden anklet inlaid with seven-colored gems was wrapped around her fair ankle. No one knew what it was made of, but she couldn't get rid of it.

Above his head was a huge and luxurious golden cage, every part of which was inlaid with precious gems and arranged with layers of magic circles.

She was covered in an almost transparent gauze, soft and smooth, and beneath her was a soft bed. Her small body was completely sunk into it, her black hair spread out, and her inviolable temperament was forcibly destroyed, but it gave her a unique beauty.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind in the hall, the door was opened, and a man came in.

Jiang Niannian turned her back to him and closed her eyes. She was exhausted both physically and mentally and didn't want to talk.

A joyful voice entered my ears: "Master, are you still angry?"

The person seemed to be carrying something, which he placed on the table in the hall, and then he slipped into the cage.

A faint breath approached, and Yin Buqi hugged her from behind: "Master, you haven't spoken a word for three days. Don't you feel bored?"

Jiang Niannian's body trembled slightly, and her right hand suddenly clenched silently, even her nails dug into the flesh of her palm, but she didn't feel it at all.

The next second, Jiang Niannian was turned over by him, and a white and cold hand touched her face: "Since Master is awake, don't close your eyes and pretend to be asleep. If you lie here like you are waiting to sleep, if I can't help it... Master will be held responsible for seduction."

The voice was sarcastic and clearly unhappy.

"Get lost!"

Jiang Niannian opened her eyes, her voice was already hoarse.

Although her face was full of anger, with her long hair loose and her body wrapped in a gauze, she did not look intimidating at all, but instead had a touch of sadistic beauty.

Yin Buqi looked at her, his eyes became unfathomable, just like the chaotic and fierce ripples on a lake, spreading out deep and delicate ripples.

Instead of being annoyed, he curled his lips happily, sat up, held her in his arms, stretched out his hand, and the wontons on the table fell into his hand.

The wontons were crystal clear, trembling in the porcelain spoon, with scallions floating in the soup, and looked delicious.

He smiled at her tenderly and said softly, "Master, eat something."

Jiang Niannian said: "You don't have to do this."

She is in heaven, having returned to her divine body, and does not need to eat to survive.

"But I want Master to eat it." Yin Buqi smiled brilliantly, "Master, didn't you like the wontons made by your disciple the most?"

He scooped up a crystal clear, juicy wonton and placed it near her mouth.

Jiang Niannian frowned and turned away, showing her disgust and even aversion without hiding her expression.

Yin Buqi's eyes darkened, and he grabbed her chin unexpectedly, and forcefully pushed the wonton into her mouth, saying word by word: "Master, eat."

Jiang Niannian's lips trembled, and she numbly put the wonton into her mouth and chewed it.

Yin Buqi saw Jiang Niannian chewed it for a few times and swallowed it hastily, and there was some displeasure in his red eyes, "Master, is it delicious?"

Jiang Niannian remained silent.

“Is it delicious?”

Jiang Niannian glanced at him but still refused to speak.

It was as if a crack suddenly appeared on the warm jade, and a frenzied coldness seeped out from Yin Buqi's face: "Master, I'll ask again, is it delicious?!"

Jiang Niannian lowered her eyes to the ground, and her whole body was lifeless. "It's delicious."

Yin Buqi was finally satisfied and fed her one by one. Soon, the whole bowl of wontons was finished.

Then he brought over a bowl of nourishing soup made from precious elixirs.

Jiang Niannian said, "I can't eat anymore, please go."

Having said that, she struggled out and lay down with her back to him.

"Leave? Master is really confused. This is also my bedroom." Yin Buqi smiled bitterly, took a sip of the medicine, and forcefully pulled Jiang Niannian out of the quilt.

Jiang Niannian suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, Yin Buqi raised her hand and pinched his cheek, forcing her teeth to loosen, then lowered her head and pushed a mouthful of soup into her with her tongue without leaking a drop.

Jiang Niannian wanted to spit it out immediately.

However, Yin Buqi quickly pressed on his throat and rubbed it rapidly, and the soup flowed down his throat.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Jiang Niannian coughed twice, and when she saw Yin Buqi took another sip, she immediately tried to hide.

"Have you had enough?"

Jiang Niannian was so angry that her teeth were chattering.

"It's not enough. How can it be enough?" Yin Buqi said.

Jiang Niannian: "..."

I am so angry! This evil disciple!

Yin Buqi kissed her lips directly and gave her another sip, "Master, do you want to drink this soup yourself, or do you want me to feed you?"

Jiang Niannian's eyes turned red, and she couldn't tell whether it was because she was angry or depressed.

He reached out and grabbed the soup cup, tilted his neck back, gulped down a few mouthfuls, and drank it all. "Can you leave now?"

"Master, why do you always chase me away? I am not a monster."

He put the bowl on the table, hugged her happily, and rubbed her against her like a spoiled child.

His face was still very pale, the corners of his eyes drooped slightly, and there was moisture in his pupils, making him look more pitiful and delicate.

Jiang Niannian sneered in her heart, she had seen through him.

He is used to pretending to be well-behaved and pitiful, and looks gentle, warm and harmless, but in fact he is moody and sinister.

"Master..."

He dragged out the last syllable of the word, and the two words lingered between his lips and teeth, sounding very lingering.

Jiang Niannian was shocked, and then she realized that it was the third day, and judging from the way he looked, he might have thought about it again.

She said, "Don't call me that. I don't have a disciple like you. My disciple died a hundred years ago."

It was hard to tell whether the sound was one of death or despair.

Sure enough, the next second, Yin Buqi's face moved closer to her. Just when she thought he was going to kiss her, Yin Buqi just rubbed his face against hers: "Master, why don't you smile at me?"

This situation is like a little fox acting coquettishly in the arms of its owner.

"Master used to smile at me so gently." His voice was a little aggrieved, and his red lips slightly pursed: "Master, please smile at me. Don't be so cold to me all the time."