These words almost struck at Ming Teng's Achilles' heel.
His heart felt like it was going to burst.
"No, Master, please don't send me away."
"I... I'm just jealous of Senior Brother Ningguang."
“I am jealous of everyone around you, Master. I just don’t want to leave you. I just want you to look at me alone.”
Ming Teng was breathing rapidly, clutching Fu Yu's clothes tightly.
"I just wanted to teach Senior Brother Ningguang a lesson and tell him not to covet you anymore."
“Master, I am not an undercover agent. As long as I am your disciple, I will not kill innocent people indiscriminately and damage your reputation…”
"Please, Master, don't send your disciple away..."
“My disciple has no home. Without you, my disciple has no home.”
After revealing his innermost thoughts, Ming Teng felt as if his heart had sunk to the bottom.
He was forced to remove his mask of pretense before he could fully possess his master.
If his master knew about his dirty side, he would definitely despise him.
Even so, it's still much better than being driven down the mountain and never seeing my master again.
Fu Yu looked at him and used the whip to lift his chin.
The Nether Serpent's eyes narrowed, crimson blood vessels coiling around its black pupils.
His breathing trembled, his fingertips trembled, and his whole body trembled.
He clung tightly to Fu Yu's clothes, his blood and tears staining Fu Yu's plain white garment.
The crimson mark gradually expanded, almost reaching the waist.
"Explain clearly, what harm does this paper doll cause?"
"It will disturb people's minds."
Ming Teng finished speaking haltingly.
His mind had become a little muddled since Fu Yu said she was going to kick him out.
"So, you don't want to hurt Immortal Lord Ningguang, nor do you want to use this opportunity to cause trouble and steal the Zhenhai Divine Sword from Ningguang's residence during the chaos?"
What divine sword?
He only knew his master.
But did he kill Ningguang?
If it weren't for the need to maintain a good image as a disciple in front of his master, he would have killed Ningguang immediately.
But his master would also consider him a sworn enemy of the immortal sect because of this.
With the last vestiges of clarity remaining in his muddled mind, he said, "No, I just want you to treat me more tenderly."
After a long while, Fu Yu sighed.
"Your heart is wicked. Even if you leave the Heavenly Palace, you will still wreak havoc on the mortal world and cause trouble. You are to reflect on your mistakes in the secluded room. You are not allowed to leave without my permission."
Ming Teng paused for a second, then exhaled a sigh of relief.
Confinement?
Is it just confinement?
He... he doesn't need to leave his master?
Very good.
Fu Yu picked up the teru teru bozu (a type of Japanese doll), "Immortal Lord Ningguang, I just used my immortal technique to investigate. As Ming Teng said, this teru teru bozu can indeed only disturb the mind. However, between you and me, we are upright and honest, and there is no affection beyond that between fellow Daoists. Even if there are thousands or thousands of teru teru bozu, it is nothing to fear."
Ningguang felt a lump in her throat.
Unable to go up, unable to come down.
He longed to live shamelessly like Ming Teng, clinging to Fu Yu and refusing to let go, to voice his unspeakable evil thoughts.
If this paper doll really has the effect of disturbing the mind...
He really wanted to take this opportunity to express his feelings.
But he couldn't bring himself to say it.
I couldn't say it before, and I still can't say it now.
“Ming Teng did indeed hurt you, that much is undeniable. If you trust me, I will punish him and teach him to mend his ways and return to the right path. What do you say?”
Ningguang took a deep breath and nodded sullenly.
"However, as for the demon realm spy you mentioned, Ming Teng was trapped with me in the Cold Pool for some time and has not left my residence since. He is definitely not the one who is committing evil deeds in the Six Realms."
“Let’s keep things separate. He should be punished for what he deserves and learn his lesson, but we can’t impose crimes on him just because he’s a demon, right?”
Ningguang frowned.
These words sounded perfectly fair at first glance, but after Ningguang left Fu Yu's study, she belatedly realized that something was amiss.
Fu Yu just now severely punished Ming Teng, forcing him to tell the truth. Could it be to protect him and prevent him from being framed as a spy from the Demon Realm?
No, that's impossible.
Why would Fu Yu be so devoted to Ming Teng?
Ningguang hastily suppressed the strange thoughts rising in her mind.
Ming Teng was the disciple personally chosen by his master for Fu Yu.
Fu Yu is also partly to blame for failing to properly educate him.
Although Fu Yu usually had no interest in cultivation and spent his days traveling and enjoying nature, he was extremely obedient to his master.
Fu Yu must have kept Ming Teng from leaving because of his master.
Yes, that must be it.
The study fell silent.
Fu Yu turned around and looked down at Ming Teng, who was kneeling on the ground.
Just one glance from Fu Yu rekindled Ming Teng's hope, and he knelt down and took a step toward her.
Fu Yu took a step back unhurriedly.
She maintained a distance from him that was neither too close nor too far.
Ming Teng's smile froze on his face, and he took another shaky step.
He kept his upper body upright in a kneeling position, but leaned his chest slightly forward, trying to close the distance with Fu Yu.
Fu Yu took another step back.
Ming Teng's entire body stiffened; he dared not move an inch.
His rapid breathing felt like it was being forcibly choked.
He dared not breathe.
He was afraid that his overly rapid breathing would increase his master's dislike for him.
Just now, he was only thinking about not leaving his master.
Now you don't need to roll anymore.
He then felt that everything was fine and that he had survived by sheer luck.
But he forgot that his dirty sincerity would disgust the pure and gentle Fu Yu to no end.
Ming Teng awoke as if from a dream.
He pressed his trembling thin lips together, his dark gaze like hooks, fixed on Fu Yu's face.
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