Chapter 83 Chapter 83 Let the male protagonist of the fairy tale experience my love 47
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"How could Master do this to me?" "Impossible! Master wouldn't do this to him. She said she would protect me and wouldn't let anyone hurt me." "She wouldn't do this to me. They must be lying to me. They must be!" "Just wait a little longer. Master will come to save me. She will come. She will come. She will come..." Even if the truth was as the disciples claimed, Qi Muchuan wouldn't believe it. People only want to believe what they believe; the truth doesn't matter. At this moment, Qi Muchuan was on the verge of mental collapse, and his only hope was Meng Fuge. He hoped to see Master soon, just to see him... But ten minutes passed, and Meng Fuge didn't come! An hour passed, and still no one came! Three hours passed, and still no one came! Ten hours passed, and still no one came! A day passed, and still no one came. As time passed, the hope in Qi Muchuan's eyes gradually dimmed, his initial conviction turning into despair. "Is everything they say true?" His body grew numb, and the glimmer of hope in his heart faded with each passing moment. Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in his sight. Thinking he'd seen it wrong, he shook his head, then opened his eyes and continued looking. It was indeed Master! At that moment, Qi Muchuan regained his confidence and weakly called out, "Master..." His voice was hoarse, but the anticipation in his tone was still palpable. Meng Fuge glanced at him indifferently, then slowly walked under the tree, looking up at him without a trace of distress on her face. "Do you realize you're wrong?" Qi Muchuan had fully expected his Master to rescue him immediately, but upon hearing this, his heart ached, tears welling in his eyes. "Master, I don't know what I did wrong. Why did you treat me like this?" Anger crossed Meng Fuge's face, and she raised her hand to smack Qi Muchuan. "You dirty, shameless, vile bastard!" Qi Muchuan was stunned. What had he done? "Master, I don't know what you're talking about." Hearing this, Meng Fuge pulled out a meter-long steel needle from somewhere and stabbed Qi Muchuan, angrily scolding him for his behavior. "It's bad enough that you're hiding outside my door, but you actually dare to have a crush on your master?" "I always teach you to respect your teachers, but have you learned that?" In fact, Meng Fuge just left Qi Muchuan hanging here because she had nothing better to do. As for the excuse she said, it was just something she made up on the spur of the moment because she was itching to do something. Anyway, Qi Muchuan's reputation has been ruined today. No matter where he goes in the future, he will be accused of a shameful crime. If Qi Muchuan said "I really have a crush on you", he should be beaten to death. If he said "I don't have a crush on you", he would be just being stubborn and should still be beaten to death. Qi Muchuan opened his eyes wide in shock. He had never expected it to be because of this. The pain in his body was not even one ten-thousandth of the pain in his heart. Didn't the master say he liked him too? What happened now? He endured the pain of being stabbed, and asked with trembling lips, "Master, didn't you say you liked me too?" Meng Fuge subconsciously clenched the steel needle and stabbed Qi Muchuan hard. But she pretended to be reluctant. "Disciple, the love I'm talking about is the love between master and disciple, not the love between a man and a woman." When Qi Muchuan heard this, his mind went blank and buzzed. He had never expected this answer. How could it be? Master had clearly said that he was the most important person to her, so how could this be the answer? For a moment, he couldn't accept it. "Master, why... why?" Meng Fuge sighed helplessly. "Because we are master and disciple, you will always be my disciple." Qi Muchuan struggled desperately, but it was no use. The rope was too strong. He roared in frustration, "I don't want to be your disciple. You clearly said I was your favorite!" Meng Fuge, "That only means we were in a good mood at the time." Qi Muchuan, "Then what are your sweet words to me?" Meng Fuge, "That only means I'm good at speaking." Qi Muchuan, "Then what am I?" Meng Fuge, "I'm just garbage." Qi Muchuan remained steadfast, refusing to believe he had no place in Meng Fuge's heart. "What are the good memories we had?" Meng Fuge, "You have a good memory." Qi Muchuan, "Are all the things we did in the past really worth mentioning?" As he spoke, tears welled in his eyes as he waited for a response. Meng Fuge's expression remained unsettled. "Yes." Such a simple, clear word pierced Qi Muchuan's heart. He could no longer hold back his tears, streaming down his cheeks. Master was already so fickle, why couldn't he keep a place for him? Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Meng Fuge's distress, and a glimmer of hope crept into his heart. Could it be that Master was having some hard time? Or was Master hiding something? "Master, I don't care about anything. As long as I can be with you, I'm content." Meng Fuge suddenly looked up, their eyes meeting in mid-air. She spoke earnestly, "I care." Qi Muchuan froze in his tracks. He'd assumed that if he didn't care, Master wouldn't either. After all, they loved each other so much, they wouldn't back down over a small setback. But the outcome was hard for him to accept. Why was this happening? "Master, am I really someone else's replacement?" Qi Muchuan stared intently at Meng Fuge's face, not wanting to miss a single detail. He hoped Master would deny it immediately, proving his uniqueness in her heart. Meng Fuge looked at him, a flicker of longing in her eyes. "You know everything?" Qi Muchuan happened to catch that flicker of longing, completely shattering his illusions. He'd always believed Meng Fuge was sincere, but he'd never imagined he was just a replacement. His body trembled, his heart filled with resentment. "Master, why?" "What he can do, I can do too. Why do you keep remembering him?" "How am I inferior to him?" Meng Fuge answered decisively, "You are indeed inferior to him, for example, in a certain place." Hearing this, Qi Muchuan was stunned. He noticed with his peripheral vision that Meng Fuge's gaze was fixed on a certain place, which was described by the disciples of Tianyan Sect as "small but cute!" Qi Muchuan: "..." His eyes are too poisonous. I dare not touch it! Is this a physical injury... or a mental blow? For some reason, Qi Muchuan felt that his place was smaller. "Master... I... I... he... he... this..." He wanted to explain, but found that he could not explain it clearly.
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