"Master, please be serious!"
"How could I not be serious, Master?"
You are not serious at all!
Baili Feiyue was speechless and helpless, "Master, can you please put on your clothes first, and let's sit down outside and have a good talk. Not only this matter, but there are other things that I also want to talk to you about!"
She even added honorifics, and it was obvious that she was reminding His Majesty, "Can you behave like a proper master?"
The master is not anxious, but his disciple will be anxious to death!
"Tsk, trouble." A hand languidly and casually lifted the veil. It was a man's hand, so beautiful that one could hardly look away. Like Baili Feiyue, she subconsciously followed the finger across her arm, up to her shoulder, and then down to her chest.
The black robe he had casually thrown on hastily left most of his chest exposed.
Baili Feiyue's eyes were immediately drawn to the man's chest, not because of anything else, but...
The sword wound below the heart!
The shocking sword wound stretched diagonally from the heart to the lower abdomen. Even though the scar was not new, the extent of the scar showed how carelessly the wound was treated, which resulted in such a scar...
Baili Feiyue had never seen this before, and her heart tightened at that moment.
I forced myself to stop looking at him and tried to look at his face as calmly as possible.
Seeing her stiff look, the Saint, who was originally a bit careless and listless, smiled a little deeper, "My dear disciple, are you interested in the scars on my body?"
Baili Feiyue shook her head.
This is an instinctive action.
Even though she was his apprentice, she could lose her life if she was too curious when she shouldn't be.
"You're not interested?" The Saint said these words playfully, got out of bed, walked in front of Baili Feiyue, and leaned over to look at her.
Just as he bent down, his long hair slid down from his shoulders and gently brushed across Baili Feiyue's forehead. Baili Feiyue subconsciously shuddered and shrank back.
Seeing her like this, he smiled again. He stood up straight, gathered his long hair, and said with a smile, "Baby, come and tell me what good stories you heard before you came here."
Baili Feiyue’s whole body stiffened slightly.
It wasn’t because the fact that she had killed someone outside the temple just now was instantly known by the people who had been in the bedroom the whole time, but because the master really knew the purpose of Madam Murong sending those two people!
I even guessed that she had seen those two people!
Well, with Master's keen sense, even if she wasn't stained with blood, he should have been able to smell the blood on her.
A thousand thoughts raced through his mind, but his expression was calm and matter-of-fact. "Those two people were overheard by my disciple, and I helped you clean them up."
The Holy Lord did not comment, and it was obvious that he did not care at all about what happened to those two people.
He walked towards the outer hall first and sat down at the only luxurious table in the outer hall. He casually picked up the glass wine jug on the table and poured a glass. The room was filled with the aroma of wine.
After drinking a glass of fine wine, the Saint Lord leaned back uninhibitedly, his eyes moving with a hint of smile, "Now I can tell you, baby, what do you want to talk to me about?"
Baili Feiyue looked at him straight in the eyes, "Master, you brought me back to the Holy Church and forced Dongfang Qing to follow. Was it to lure Emperor Xiyue to the Holy City?"
So, Master, have you ever thought that Emperor Xiyue would bring an army of 300,000?
The Saint's fingers hooked the empty wine bottle, "My dear, how about I tell you a story first."
Baili Feiyue paused and said respectfully, "Okay, disciple, listen."
The Saint glanced at her and then smiled, "Some time ago, there was a silly girl who was born into a wealthy family and was extremely talented..."
The girl had no other brothers or sisters, and the family fortune would only be inherited by her. Under such circumstances, the girl was naturally given high hopes and taught by various famous teachers.
The girl did not disappoint everyone's expectations and lived up to her family's expectations. She was already a 15-year-old girl and was successful both in business and within the family.
Then, the girl fell in love with a man.
A man whose charm is almost irresistible to any woman.
Baili Feiyue had just heard the beginning when he vaguely matched the girl and the man in his mind.
Hearing his master's lazy voice continue nonchalantly, "Although this man is of noble status, at that time, the girl's family background was too high for that man. The girl's family has its own rules. Her entire family's wealth can pave the way for that man, but the man must swear that he can only marry her in this life."
Baili Feiyue said, "Did he go back on his word?" Otherwise, where did those other women and children come from?
The Saint glanced at her and sneered.
"The man agreed, but he also put forward a condition. The girl had to continue living in her parents' home, and their marriage had to be kept secret."
Baili Feiyue cursed in her heart, not knowing whether to curse the man or the girl.
"That proud and arrogant girl liked him so much that she agreed despite her family's objection."
Although there was still a smile on his lips when he said this, his long brown eyes were as deep and calm as a pool of still water.
"Although the man did not live in the girl's home, he came to the girl's house most of the time during the first year of marriage, and they spent a loving time like an ordinary couple. Until a year later, their child was born."
After the child was born, the man came to the girl less and less.
At first the girl thought he was busy, but when some rumors reached her ears, she started to quarrel with him. As a result, the man came less and less.
Their children are incredibly smart. Even a two-year-old can vaguely understand his mother's expectations and feelings.
He thought, maybe he is not smart enough, not good enough, so his father does not come to see him and his mother. He wants to make his mother happy and wants his father to come to see his mother, so he works harder and studies harder.
When he was a little over two years old, his father finally came back one day.
At his mother's suggestion, he showed a rare fatherly interest and sat down to watch him do his schoolwork.
His father looked at his homework and said two words: "very good". His mother finally smiled with relief and gentleness. Then there was his kung fu.
His father might be really happy, and he even asked his own followers to fight with him.
He wanted to make his mother happier, so he tried his best to perform.
The result was that even his father's followers were injured by him when they were not paying attention. He used a fighting method that hurt the enemy by 1,000 and hurt himself by 800. As her mother was shocked, his father's face became more and more ugly, and in the end he left without saying a word.
After that, he never saw his father again for three whole years.
When he was over five years old, his father had already taken the position he wanted and had a woman he loved and loved. He sneaked into where his father was and met that woman...
Baili Feiyue pursed her red lips slightly, trying to listen to the story, "What happened after the child met the woman his father liked?"
The Saint's eyes curved slightly, "Good disciple, guess?"
Baili Feiyue's throat felt a little dry, "Disciple can't guess."
"His father gave him a sword that almost cut him in half, and then when he returned home, his mother went crazy and stabbed him countless times. About..."
He smiled with his thin lips, and glanced at Baili Feiyue with his long eyes. "Compared to when I picked you up, well... let me think about it. When I picked you up, you were in a terrible state all over. That child is much luckier than you. Although his injuries are ten or a hundred times more serious than yours, his parents didn't do it in public, so the parts of his face and arms that are easily visible to others are intact."
At this point, he seemed to recall how bloodstained and miserable Baili Feiyue was at the mass grave, and sighed with a hint of disdain, "You are nothing like me. You are just a rotten, dirty, and extremely ugly rag doll."
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