No, that won't do.
His master could only have such feelings for him; his master could only belong to him alone...
Yan Feichen's eyes gradually sharpened, like a wild beast poised to pounce, staring intently at its prey, completely focused and determined to succeed.
Lin Zhenzhen felt a little uneasy under his gaze and shrank back, saying, "Okay, okay, I know, I won't tease you next time."
"What are you two whispering about?" Mo Yin slapped Yan Feichen on the back.
Although he didn't use his true energy, Mo Yin was originally a body-strengthening cultivator, and even a casual palm strike from him was something an ordinary person's body couldn't withstand.
Lin Zhenzhen immediately shouted, "Senior brother, take it easy, or you'll hurt him!"
"Oh dear, it's already broken?" Mo Yin laughed twice. "So precious to you? Is he a porcelain doll?"
Yan Feichen swallowed the taste of blood that rose to his throat: "It's okay, I'm not in pain."
Mo Yin narrowed his eyes and scrutinized him from head to toe: "You kid, I heard you're pretty good at cooking?"
Yan Feichen didn't understand why the sect leader would suddenly bring this up, but he still said, "It's just a simple meal; I can make some."
"Okay, okay, okay." Mo Yin said "okay" three times in a row. He lowered his head and rubbed the back of his head hard with his right hand twice.
"Don't spoil your master. She's not allowed to eat anything too spicy. If I find out one day that she has an upset stomach, I'll come and deal with you, understand?"
Yan Feichen was stunned for a moment before realizing what he meant.
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