Chapter 66: Fighting between Uncle Master and Master.
Under such circumstances, Fu Lanting remained calm and said calmly, "Xiaobao, don't stop."
He reached out and turned Jiang Zhaoyue's face, which was looking towards the next room, back to his chest. Then he looked down at her with a slight chuckle: "You are so old, are you still afraid of Master?"
Jiang Zhaoyue opened her eyes slightly wide and looked at him, not in surprise, but with a little excitement.
My uncle-master is becoming more and more different now. In some ways, it seems like he has become enlightened in such a short period of time.
Very exciting.
But before she could continue playing with it, a sharp and almost silent sword light came out from the wall and streaked across the air.
The smooth and clean wall was cut like tofu.
The bricks and stones collapsed with a loud bang, and the dust settled, revealing Lin Bozhou's cold face on the other side of the wall.
He held a sword in his right hand, with murderous intent in his eyes, and his gaze was like two blades piercing Fu Lanting.
Jiang Zhaoyue's eyes paused for a moment, he coughed lightly, and got up from Fu Lanting obediently and stood aside.
She called out softly, "Master."
Lin Bozhou calmed down and said to her, "Be good, stand aside for a moment."
Then he returned to his cold expression and looked at Fu Lanting.
He gripped the sword, his voice almost gritting his teeth: "Fu Lanting, don't go too far."
Being able to tolerate Jiang Zhaoyue coming to him is already his last bottom line. Fu Lanting dared to instigate his disciples to teach her these bad things and deliberately provoke him. Did he really think he was dead?
Fu Lanting's expression remained calm. He moved methodically, slowly closing his collar and rising from his chair.
He had no intention of taking action. He simply said calmly, "Lin Bozhou, you are her master, but you are only a master. No master would control a disciple to this extent. She has grown up, and you should also make changes. After all, she is not the same as before."
"Shut up!"
Lin Bozhou's eyes grew colder: "It's not your turn to judge what's going on between Zhaoyue and me."
Fu Lanting was still not angry, but just looked at him with a calm and deep gaze, even though the sword in Lin Bozhou's hand was murderous.
He stood before him and said word by word in the dim candlelight: "You can kill me once, and I will have repaid what I owe you."
In the past, Lin Bozhou risked his life for him, and he also risked his life for Lin Bozhou. Before becoming powerful people at the level of the Supreme Master, the two of them had worked together, going through countless blood and fire, and were lifelong good brothers.
It’s hard to say who owes whom more.
But Lin Bozhou knew what he meant by debt.
He looked at Fu Lanting, sword in his hand flying across the air.
"Do you think I really won't kill you? Fu Lanting, from the moment you attacked the moon, there is no longer any connection between you and me."
Fu Lanting still did not dodge. He did not even use his spiritual energy to defend himself. He just looked at him quietly with deep eyes, waiting for him to take action.
Lin Bozhou did not feel any pity for him because of his appearance. He sneered and thrust out the tip of his sword.
"Master."
At the critical moment, Jiang Zhaoyue's voice stopped him.
She sighed.
"I was the one who bullied my uncle, Master, please don't blame me."
"Xiaobao."
Lin Bozhou's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he was really going to take action.
But after hearing her voice, the trace of murderous intent disappeared instantly. He put down his sword and walked to Jiang Zhaoyue, feeling a little sad. "You've already started to protect others, and I haven't even taken action yet."
This is obviously a jealous remark.
After all, the beloved disciple was only close to him before.
Jiang Zhaoyue looked at him helplessly, "I didn't protect my uncle. I just felt it was not a good idea. Master, think about it, if you hurt my uncle, what will happen if others join forces? You and my uncle are good friends, and the masters of the Jiyue and Jinyang sects are also good friends."
Although her words were simple, they did remind Lin Bozhou.
He immediately thought of another person.
Compared with that man, the murderous intent in his eyes when he looked at Fu Lanting was weakened a little.
Although Fu Lanting is shameless, at least he truly likes Jiang Zhaoyue at this moment. He will at least protect her and not hurt her, but that may not be the case for others.
The Yunmiao Immortal Sect and the Qiling Immortal Sect are among the top seven immortal sects, and being on good terms with them is not unrelated. Once Fu Lanting is seriously injured or dies, the Yunmiao Immortal Sect will also be greatly affected, because Lin Bozhou's strength is only average among the immortal sect leaders.
Thinking of this, the master put away his sword with a cold expression. He glanced at Fu Lanting with a bad look on his face: "I'll let you go this time for Zhaoyue's sake. If you provoke me again, I will kill you at the cost of my life."
Fu Lanting didn't look at him, he only looked at Jiang Zhaoyue.
Jiang Zhaoyue's eyes curved slightly and she smiled at him, the meaning in her smile was very obvious.
She blinked her eyes gently, as if to say: Look, uncle, I will protect you this time.
His heart softened instantly.
It was as if something had blossomed, filling his heart bit by bit.
Fu Lanting cursed himself in his heart.
What a loser. Maybe she just said it casually, but she put on such an attitude to deceive him, just like before. Besides, it was not a protection at all.
But he was still touched by her gaze.
Unable to suppress the upward arc.
The corners of Fu Lanting's mouth curled up slightly, not too obviously, but Lin Bozhou, who was sitting opposite him, noticed it immediately.
Then follow his gaze.
Master almost drew his sword again.
"What are you looking at?!"
He was still here saying harsh words, what was Fu Lanting doing? Seducing his Xiaobao with that unpresentable look right under his nose?
Lin Bozhou was so angry that he almost laughed.
After knowing each other for more than two hundred years, this was the first time he knew that Fu Lanting was such a person with no bottom line. It really refreshed his cognition.
Perhaps having seen his anger, Fu Lanting finally suppressed the curve of his lips and regained his composure. He glanced at Lin Bozhou and continued, "I won't do anything excessive to Xiangyue. You can go back now. We haven't finished reminiscing yet. If you want to sit by and watch, I don't mind."
As to whether this "reminiscing about the past" is a serious reminiscing about the past, it is obvious.
Lin Bozhou's face turned pale, but he noticed that his disciple's eyes lit up slightly and glanced at the chest of the man in front of him.
He then knew that Xiaobao really liked it.
Lin Bozhou was obviously very distressed that his disciple had such a hobby, but he was reluctant to restrain her and force her to correct it, so after calming down a little, he really found a chair nearby and sat down.
Lin Bozhou folded his arms across his chest, sat upright on the chair, and looked directly at Fu Lanting, saying, "Okay, since you sincerely invite me, I'll sit here and see how you seduce my little treasure."
If it were an ordinary person, under such scrutiny, he would definitely not have any interest. However, Jiang Zhaoyue was different, and Fu Lanting was also different now.
Seeing Lin Bozhou sitting next to him, he didn't get angry. He undressed again, sat down on the chair again, and reached out to Jiang Zhaoyue.
The headmaster spoke in a gentle tone, with a sense of doting on the younger generation.
He said, "Come."
Jiang Zhaoyue paused for only a moment, then quickly passed away and continued to bury her face in his broad chest.
The expression on her face was innocent, like the contentment of a baby bird that had just been fed.
No emotions involved, just pure stress relief.
Although the system felt that she didn't have any pressure to relieve.
But it is obvious that everyone has their own favorite things, just as Jiang Zhaoyue said, desire can take on thousands of forms.
She really likes male mothers with broad minds.
Fu Lanting touched the back of her head with a gentle look, and even looked at Lin Bozhou in a gentle manner.
As if chatting casually, he said, "Isn't this good? Don't you dote on Zhaoyue the most? From childhood to adulthood, you will satisfy everything she wants, but she is very well-behaved and never makes excessive demands."
As he spoke, his eyes seemed to be obscure yet direct as he swept across Lin Bozhou's chest, his tone calm and kind: "You didn't, it's you who couldn't satisfy her, it's you as the master who failed in your duty, but why do you wrong our Zhaoyue?"
The system's eyes widened at these words.
Lin Bozhou was initially stunned by Jiang Zhaoyue's fond expression, but when he heard his words, he was stunned again. Then he said angrily, "I'm her master. How can you teach me? Put your hands down! Who allowed you to touch her?"
However, he was obviously not completely indifferent to Fu Lanting's words.
When cursing, he subconsciously covers his heart with his hands.
The system saw him secretly pressing his chest, wondering if he was comparing himself with his former best friend.
The disciple's liking was indeed what Lin Bozhou cared about most, and he couldn't find a replacement for her.
Fu Lanting touched Jiang Zhaoyue's hair and actually put his hand down. He didn't do anything, but just lowered his eyes and looked at Jiang Zhaoyue who was lying on his chest and enjoying herself with a gentle look.
Then he called out, "Xiaobao, from now on, Uncle Master will love you just as much as Master does, okay?"
"Fu Lanting!"
Lin Bozhou stood up suddenly and wanted to come over and pull Jiang Zhaoyue away, but stopped.
He suppressed his overwhelming anger and lowered his voice: "Are you really looking for death?"
"What's wrong with having another person love Terutsuki?"
Fu Lanting looked up at him, his calm and deep eyes forming a sharp contrast with his face filled with anger.
He even smiled a little.
"Even if it's my uncle-master...it doesn't matter."
"Bah, what kind of uncle are you?"
Lin Bozhou's face turned even greener. He swallowed his anger, carefully walked to Jiang Zhaoyue and squatted down, with a look of grievance on his face. He coaxed her softly, like a parent who doted on his child but was helpless.
"Xiaobao, we don't like this anymore, okay? What's there to like about a bunch of white rotten meat?"
Jiang Zhaoyue rested her head on her chest while listening to their bickering. Seeing Lin Bozhou squatting beside her, she raised her head, her eyes innocent yet mixed with a hint of joy. "But it's really comfortable to rest your head like this. Master's chest is so soft."
Before the depression on Lin Bozhou's face could show up, she straightened up again and threw herself into his arms.
Jiang Zhaoyue hugged him, and her soft voice rang in his ears: "I want to rest my head on Master's chest and listen to stories at night, too."
Lin Bozhou's body stiffened slightly, but he quickly hugged her. He sneered silently at the sitting Fu Lanying, then said softly to her, "Okay, Master, please sleep with our Xiaobao. Some people are really ignorant and act recklessly based on their insignificant relationships. How could our Xiaobao really like that? Xiaobao still loves Master the most, right?"
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The author has something to say:
Fu: Trying to join this family.
Lin: You really are dreaming in broad daylight.
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