Yan Huai was so angry that his hands were shaking.
Gu Xingyun knew how to press the boundaries, and he approached slowly and firmly, their breathing mingling.
Yan Huailiu frowned and wanted to step back, but Gu Xingyun held his neck and brought him closer.
"Master...you can't bear to hit me, right?"
There was a smile between Gu Xingyun's eyebrows and his voice was extremely gentle.
Yan Huailiu's eyes were in a state of panic. After all the awkwardness he had experienced, he was not used to being so close to his apprentice. He pretended to be fierce and said, "How dare you!"
I thought I could make this guy behave himself, but I didn't expect him to cling to me completely.
The hug was so strong that it seemed as if it would crush my bones.
A voice with a smile was heard beside my ear: "Disciple has been so presumptuous so many times, Master, haven't you gotten used to it yet?"
The little wolf has completely exposed his claws and doesn't want to pretend anymore.
After all... it was Master who gave me the courage.
"Master, I thought I was dreaming, so I offended you." Gu Xingyun explained.
Yan Huailiu was just about to go down the stairs to speak when he heard the boy's next words.
"But I don't regret it. Even if Master kills me today, I will still say this."
Yan Huailiu took a deep breath and tried hard to recall in his mind how to curse people in the most lethal way. Why didn't he learn more curse words!
"You bastard..."
After struggling for a long time, I still come up with this sentence.
Gu Xingyun laughed out loud, and just sat on the ground holding Yan Huailiu in his arms, just like the way they were when Yan Huailiu lost his soul.
"Master, if you like, just curse me more. I love to hear it."
"If Master wants to beat me, it's best to beat me to death. But as long as you leave me a breath, I will crawl to Master's bed even if I have to."
He just expressed his thoughts so bluntly, leaving the other party no room for maneuver.
Yan Huailiu's three views were destroyed and reshaped time and time again, but when he heard this sentence, he couldn't help but curse out loud.
"Gu Xingyun! Are you sick?"
Are you crazy?
How on earth could someone say something like that?
The force that was restraining his body suddenly increased, and Gu Xingyun's voice seemed to have dropped significantly: "Yes, disciple is ill. Didn't Master know this a long time ago?"
There is no way to fight, and there is no way to convince.
Yan Huailiu felt extremely frustrated and desperate, and wanted to blow up the entire mountain.
"If Master is so angry that he wants to kill me, then do it now. But before you die, I beg you to satisfy me just once more."
Gu Xingyun is very good at negotiating conditions. In his opinion, no matter what choice Yan Huailiu makes, he will not suffer any loss.
If he keeps his life, he will have the opportunity to enjoy himself every night in the future.
Losing my life in exchange for a night of passion is worth it.
Faced with such a shameless apprentice who doesn't understand what people say, Yan Huailiu really has a headache.
This is not the result he wants.
His original plan was to safely survive the thunder tribulation and successfully advance, help Gu Xingyun heal his injuries, and then ask him how he ended up like this. Then, the two of them would happily return home together, a loving father and a filial son.
Not like now!
Which link went wrong?
"Master, what do you choose?"
Gu Xingyun let him go and looked into his eyes questioningly.
Yan Huailiu was not used to making eye contact with others, and such a direct gaze would double his pressure.
Gu Xingyun slowly stretched out his hand, and the wooden sword that had been with him for many years appeared in his palm.
He changed direction and handed the hilt of the sword to Yan Huailiu: "I understand. Then I will choose for Master? Master, don't worry, this sword is very sharp. Master, you only need to transfer some spiritual power and move it towards here..."
He tapped his chest, holding the sword blade against his heart, and smiled sweetly, "If I stab you with one sword, there's absolutely no chance of my disciple surviving."
Yan Huailiu's brain was overloaded and he couldn't react for a while.
Gu Xingyun stretched out his arm, grabbed Yan Huailiu's hand, grasped the hilt of the sword, and gently pushed it forward.
"Master is awake this time, so the stab shouldn't go astray. Although my sword isn't as good as Master's, if you use a little force, the effect is still quite good. Look, blood is already coming out."
"My life isn't important anyway. If Master feels this will quench his anger..."
The hand was suddenly shaken away, and the wooden sword flew out, hitting a rock not far away with great force and breaking into several pieces.
Gu Xingyun's eyes suddenly darkened. He stared at the broken sword and murmured softly, "My sword..."
There was a sharp pain on the right side of his face. The slap that had been delayed for a long time came down hard, and he was deaf for a moment.
When I turned my gaze back, I was met with an angry face.
Yan Huailiu's hanging hands were shaking violently, his chest was heaving violently, and he stood there looking down at the stunned Gu Xingyun.
"Who taught you that? Who taught you to waste your life like this! Did I ever say I wanted you dead? Did I ever say I wanted your life? Did I ever say that! What right do you have to…"
He almost cried: "Why don't you cherish your life! It doesn't matter what you say..."
He slapped her again, but this time with much less force: "I'm still alive, why did you die like this?"
He was thrown into such a strange place, but he still had a little hope for life and the future. Even though it was so difficult, he still chose to live.
He tries hard to adapt to everything and finds ways to discover the little beauties in daily life that keep him alive.
Why would this bastard just throw away something he cherished so much?
“Master…”
Gu Xingyun rarely saw him so angry and couldn't figure out what he had done wrong.
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