Seeing that Mo Qin didn't answer, Xuan Yu sneered, lay down beside her, and hugged her in his arms.
Mo Qin's head rested on his chest. She moved, propped herself up, and saw Xuan Yu with his eyes closed.
“…”
How does a cultivator sleep?
If it weren't for the fact that people who practice Taoism don't get sick and don't have any ailments or pains, she would have suspected that this person had a fever?
Just as she was about to lie down again, Hyun Yu suddenly opened her eyes, and then pushed her down hard with her hands behind her.
Fortunately, she reacted quickly and supported her arm on his shoulder in time to avoid bumping into herself.
But the hand on her back moved to the back of her neck and rubbed and pinched it a few times, almost giving her goose bumps.
Xuanyu used a little force with his hands to press Mo Qin towards him. He tilted his head slightly and captured her lips again.
He didn't let go until he had kissed her enough, holding her in his arms, and said in a low voice:
"sleep."
Mo Qin: I sleep...
Hyun Yu: "If you don't want to sleep, then do something else."
Other things... I have to say, she was thinking in the wrong direction.
No, this is crooked!
Just when Mo Qin was drowsy, the system appeared out of nowhere.
It wondered:
Why don't you say you like him?
Didn’t you say that before? Why don’t you admit it now?
"I didn't say he was already like this. If I had said it, who knows what would have happened?"
The system was silent for a moment: It seems to make sense.
"Is your master a little abnormal?"
[It's... normal. Just rest assured and do the mission.]
"real?"
【Yeah, sure! 】
Mo Qin: “…”
The comfortable environment made Mo Qin fall asleep without knowing when.
Hyun Yu, who had originally closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, opened his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and gently stroked the girl's soft long hair again and again.
mine……
Be good.
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The next day, Mo Qin slipped back to Changqing Peak early. Bai Yu was busy training his little apprentice and had no time to take care of her.
The head of the sect held it in all night, and only ran to Qingyu Peak around noon.
Hyun Yu was wearing a moon-white robe and sitting under the sycamore tree in the yard, making tea.
His eyebrows were lowered, and he was concentrating on fiddling with the tea set in his hands. His expression was cold, ethereal and ethereal, like an immortal.
The headmaster had no intention of appreciating her. He simply sat opposite Hyun Yu and asked, "What did you do last night?"
Hyun Yu's hands kept moving, "What did I do?"
The headmaster asked again, "That broken rock of yours has been flashing all night long, so fast and so sharply that I almost thought it was going to explode!"
Hyun Yu was slightly stunned: "Is it going to explode?"
The headmaster slammed the table and said, "Are you a parrot? You repeat everything I say!"
Because of his slap, the tea that was about to overflow from the cup shook, and the tea spilled onto the stone table, gathering into a thin stream, flowing across the table, and dripping onto the ground. The light green tea was covered with a layer of dust.
Xuan Yu put down the teapot and said softly:
"yes……"
Sect Leader: “……?”
Before he could get angry, he heard Xuan Yu say:
"She's mine."
Sect Leader: “?!”
What kind of rogue statement is this?
Is this how he teaches his mentor?
The headmaster said: "You can't do this."
Xuanyu raised her head and looked at him, a cold edge hidden in her indifferent eyes, "Why? She was originally mine."
Sect Leader: “…”
Have you ever asked for their opinions before you privately decide that someone else is yours?
This isn't the way to bully the younger generation, right?
At least you have to give some reasons and basis!
The headmaster felt very tired, "Who is it?"
He picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.
After he swallowed it, Hyun Yu reminded him:
“That’s the water for washing tea.”
The head monk put the cup on the table and nodded, "It tastes good."
Hyun Yu continued to make tea, "You already know everything, he's a junior."
Juniors, except for a few peak masters and elders in the sect, who is not their junior?
Thinking of the previous conversation, the headmaster asked again:
"What are this person's qualifications?"
"Fine."
It's okay, that's very good. If you can get an "okay" from him, you must be a little genius in the eyes of others.
Hearing this, the leader felt relieved.
Bai Yu only has two disciples, so it's obvious who is better.
But, that's a bit too small.
Forget it, for the sake of his junior brother, he will just stop being a human being.
"In that case, why don't I make the decision and arrange a marriage for the two of you?"
Xuanyu placed the brewed tea in front of the headmaster.
"She doesn't like me."
The headmaster held the teacup in his hand and grinned, "You have this appearance. If you pretend a little, you can easily coax a little kid."
People are animals that judge by appearance.
Hyun Yu said casually, "Oh, it's too late."
The master squeezed the teacup a little harder, and the cup almost broke.
Yeah, that thing was flashing all night yesterday. I don’t know what kind of beastly thing this person did.
He cleared his throat and said, "Then you should have booked it earlier. Do you still want to be an irresponsible scumbag?"
Hyun Yu looked up, "Of course I have to take responsibility, she can only be mine."
The headmaster glared and gritted his teeth:
"I know it's yours, and I won't snatch it from you!"
Why is it so difficult to speak?
My junior brother is becoming more and more abnormal. He should just go play with the younger ones, or rather, educate the younger ones.
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