He was wrong, completely wrong.
This place is more terrifying than the temple.
Will he be able to get out of here alive?
I don't want to die yet.
Ayao was forced to change into a Taoist robe, forced to enter the Taoist temple, and forced to see the abbot.
He washed himself clean, revealing his true appearance: red lips, white teeth, and bright, dark eyes; his demeanor was refined yet noble.
Too much softness is too much, too little hardness is too little.
The child exclaimed, "You are the most beautiful child I have ever seen. Although I have only seen five live children, you are definitely more beautiful than the others..."
Ayao ignored him.
The child muttered to himself for a moment, then pushed open the door and went inside.
"Abbot, we've arrived."
Lingxi put down her teacup, her expression cool and aloof. "How is it?"
The child obediently replied, "I washed it three times, and it's finally clean. I'm bringing it over to the abbot."
Lingxi: "I didn't ask you."
"Oh." The little boy felt a pang of sadness.
Previously, there were only two living people in the Taoist temple, him and the abbot; the rest were either ghosts or monsters.
He lost favor as soon as the little baby arrived.
After being sad for a while, Xiaotong thoughtfully closed the door, leaving the two of them alone.
Ayao lowered his eyes and clenched his fists.
If things go wrong, he'd rather kill himself than stay here.
Lingxi tapped the table lightly and said succinctly, "I saved you. From now on, you belong to me."
A Yao was terrified.
The abbot was actually after his body!
He's only nine years old. It's too early for him to marry, have children, and enjoy marital bliss like his elder brother.
Ah Yao was terrified and finally opened his mouth.
"I... I'm only nine years old, no way!"
Lingxi glanced at him and said, "He looks like he's six even though he's nine. He's too weak. He really can't do it."
Ayao nodded obediently, "Master, I can chop wood and fetch water, I can do laundry and cook, please don't force me to do those kinds of things..."
Lingxi asked, puzzled, "What kind of thing? Why are you blushing?"
Ayao shook his head and remained silent.
Lingxi asked, "What's your name?"
“Ayao…”
Ayao covered his face, wanting to cry.
Lingxi remained expressionless and continued to ask.
The two were not on the same wavelength and awkwardly chatted for fifteen minutes.
Lingxi roughly figured out his situation.
A pitiful little thing who is loved by no one and bullied by everyone.
Lingxi stood up and said, word by word.
"From now on, I am your master."
"Tell me if anyone bullies you."
She stood beside him, like a goddess.
Ayao was stunned; a single glance felt like an eternity.
"Master..."
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