Chapter 52: If you want to chase him away, you have to give him more sweet treats...
The suffocating spiritual pressure suddenly dissipated.
It was hard to tell whether the old man was happy or angry in his tone, but he left no room for doubt: "I and your disciple got along very well from the first sight. We had a very pleasant conversation. Why would I bother you?"
Qi Qing said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "It is an honor for me, your disciple, to have such respect from you. But he has always had a regular schedule, and he was disturbed today. If he doesn't take a good rest, it may affect his exploration of the secret realm in the future."
"It's okay." Wen Laowei raised his chin and said calmly, "I will protect you along the way, so don't worry about your safety."
Qi Qing gathered his robe around his shoulders and chuckled, "I naturally admire Master Wen's cultivation... But if I have to rely on others for everything, why would I come to this secret realm to train? Wouldn't it be safer to stay in the sect and receive protection?"
Before Wen Lao responded, Qi Qing turned his gaze away and said to Yue Ji, "Why don't you come over?"
Yue Ji stood up calmly, put out the embers of the campfire with his black boots, and walked towards him.
The crisis is temporarily resolved.
The old man in gray looked at the backs of the master and disciple for a long time, snorted coldly, turned around and disappeared.
Inside the tent, there was a dim lamp.
Yue Ji followed Qi Qing in and lowered the curtain.
Although the tent was narrow, it was simple and cozy. The mattress on the low couch was neatly made, and there was a cup of hot tea on the small table next to it. It seemed that Qi Qing had not rested and had been sitting there.
Qi Qing walked to the couch, pursed his lips and said nothing.
He knew Yue Ji's personality too well.
If he said one sentence to Yue Ji, Yue Ji would reply with ten sentences. If he handed him a pole, Yue Ji would climb on top of him and not get down.
"Master."
Yue Ji was smart and stopped by the door on his own initiative.
Qi Qing resisted the urge to respond and took off his outer robe and threw it at him.
[Is the kid back? He's pretending to be so good. Tsk tsk.]
【This happens when a child does something wrong. 】
[You're stealing glances at the anchor again. Are you thinking of doing something bad? 】
[No prize guessing game, how long can you pretend this time? ]
Qi Qing glanced at the barrage of comments passing by, and secretly warned himself that he must not be fooled by Yue Ji's acting skills again this time.
It would be fine if it happened once or twice, but could I be deceived by him for the rest of my life?
No matter how he evades or how the plot changes, those key nodes will always be triggered as scheduled. Destiny is like a web that has been woven long ago. Yue Ji is destined to embark on the path of being the center of attention and the supreme ruler of the world - this is an unchangeable fate.
By then, what will the momentary impulse of youth matter?
He will have many masters vying to teach him, famous families vying to recruit him, countless beauties admiring and following him, the weak paying homage to him, and the strong submitting to him. So what does a small supporting role like me count for?
Qi Qing's heart was filled with complex and contradictory emotions. After all, he had raised his child, so how could he let go? Every time he unlocked the original work, he was peeking into Yue Ji's future fate. But even if he knew the future, what could he change?
He was lost in thought for a long while, and when he came to his senses and was about to blow out the lamp, he saw Yue Ji still standing at the door, holding his outer robe in his arms, looking at him with burning eyes.
Qi Qing felt hot all over when he was looked at by that gaze. The scenes that happened in the afternoon suddenly came to his mind. He recognized the face subconsciously and extinguished the candle with a flick of his fingers.
However, Yue Ji slowly walked towards the couch behind the dark light.
"Master," he half-knelt down beside the couch as the rustling of fabrics was heard, his voice so soft as if he was afraid of disturbing Qi Qing: "Does your shoulder still hurt?"
Qi Qing finally couldn't hold it back and sneered: "How dare you ask."
As soon as he spoke, the stagnant and oppressive atmosphere in the tent disappeared without a trace. Yue Ji moved closer and said obediently, "Can I apply medicine to Master?"
"Come on." Qi Qing turned his back to him and said in a hard voice, "The dog bit me a few times, and you thought you could hurt me?"
Although the bite mark on my shoulder still hurts a little.
[Anchor who wants to save face all his life (shakes his head) (sighs) (leaves with his hands behind his back)]
[Bite by a cub? What did I miss by not coming for a day? 】
[The live broadcast was interrupted in the afternoon. I thought something shocking had happened... It was really serious. The host should just scold him.]
Yue Ji walked around to the other side and gently pushed him: "Master, you once said that no one is perfect, but now that I have made a mistake, you won't even give me a chance to make amends?"
Qi Qing turned over again and said unhappily: "Even if you make up for this mistake, you can't become a saint."
"I don't want to be a saint, I just want to be Master's disciple." Yue Ji raised his body slightly, grabbed Qi Qing's quilt, and rubbed his shoulder with his cheek like a little animal: "Master, don't ignore me, you let me in..."
"Is letting you in a golden ticket to immunity from death?" Qi Qing asked back.
"Disciple dare not."
Yue Ji paused, buried his head in the quilt, and said in a muffled voice, with a faint upward sound: "But... Master didn't avoid me this time, I'm very happy."
Qi Qing repeatedly told himself to be ruthless, but Yue Ji obviously knew how to soften his heart.
He said, "Master, I was really scared during those few hours."
"…I'm afraid you'll hide from me for another two years."
The tone was so cautious, like a thorn stuck in one's heart, causing pain.
Qi Qing closed his eyes after hearing this and said softly, "Is that so?"
He sighed, admitted that he had indeed failed in his duty, and said, "I will never do this again."
Yue Ji could hear his tone softening, so he carefully touched his shoulder and changed the subject: "Then... Master, can you let me take a look at your injuries?"
Qi Qing still refused, but Yue Ji kept acting like a spoiled brat and pestering her, making it impossible for her to give in.
He could only say coldly: "I applied the medicine this afternoon."
However, Yue Ji did not give up as he had expected.
He insisted, "I want to see it."
As he said this, he pushed Qi Qing again, and no matter how Qi Qing turned over and over, it was of no use.
...How could there be such an annoying disciple!
Qi Qing pulled the quilt over his head and tried to ignore it.
As a result, the quilt was pulled off the next second.
The sound of the cork being pulled out of the bottle was heard, and the bitter aroma of medicine filled the tent.
Yue Ji's tone was soft as if he was coaxing someone, but his hands were very strong: "Master."
If he wasn't shown clearly, Qi Qing was worried that he would make a fuss all night.
Just as he was about to move, the bed beside him suddenly sank - Yue Ji had actually leaned over with one leg, with a few strands of hair hanging down, swaying across his face.
Qi Qing's guess was correct. Before he handed over the pole, Yue Ji had already set up the ladder himself and climbed up, not stopping until he reached above him.
[I sigh, this kid is really good at giving himself a way out. 】
[I’m afraid the following content cannot be broadcast, nor can it be discussed… How about we just stop here? ]
[No, I just got here, don't listen to him! ]
[The kid just climbed on the bed. He has climbed on the bed countless times since he was little. Why can't he broadcast it? ]
Qi Qing remembered the lesson from the afternoon and quickly turned off the live broadcast. He covered himself with the quilt again, unwilling to do as Yue Ji wished: "Go away!"
Yue Ji tentatively pulled at the corner of the quilt, but Qi Qing defended himself tightly and didn't let him pull it open again.
During the stalemate, Qi Qing suddenly felt a heat on her ankle - a warm hand actually reached under the quilt.
"You!" He suddenly pulled his legs back and sat up: "Asshole, you want to be scolded again, don't you?!"
Yue Ji was not in a hurry. He held the medicine bottle in one hand and held his waist with the other hand and pulled it gently. Before Qi Qing could react, he was turned over and his back was against Yue Ji's chest.
Yue Ji used his fingertips to easily untie the loose strings of his underwear.
This person said it in a clever way, but his actions were very overbearing. Qi Qing simply pulled down his clothes and angrily stretched out his hand, saying, "Give me the medicine, I'll do it myself!"
The bite marks on the young man's shoulder had already scabbed over, showing a dark red bruise. The teeth marks were deeply embedded in the skin, like a secret mark branded.
Yue Ji rubbed it a few times with his fingertips, and the light force caused a shudder.
Qi Qing shrank back subconsciously and stressed, "Bring the medicine."
Yue Ji ignored him, scooped up a bit of snow-white ointment with his fingertips, and applied it on the wound without giving any reason to refuse.
The dark red scar faded a little. The ointment took effect quickly. Yue Ji's eyes fell on it, not knowing what he was thinking.
Qi Qing pulled up his clothes uncomfortably. The man opposite him came to his senses, but he was not embarrassed at all. He put away the medicine bottle, and slowly and carefully straightened his collar and tied the laces with his slender fingers.
Only when her fingers touched Qi Qing's neck did they brush his Adam's apple intentionally or unintentionally.
Qi Qing grabbed his hand. He had calmed down a bit, but now he felt angry again.
"Is your admission of fault a joke? Or are you relying on the fact that I am reluctant to punish you and are so fearless?"
This hand seemed to be hotter than before, but he did not panic after being caught. Instead, he covered Qi Qing's hand with his own.
"I was just thinking about what happened this afternoon when Master called me a bitch."
Inexplicably, Yue Ji smiled in the darkness: "Master, do you know? ... Dogs don't have long memories."
He suddenly moved closer to Qi Qing's lips and whispered, "Master, I don't learn from my mistakes either."
There is nothing wrong with being a dog. Dogs are not easy to get rid of. If the master wants to chase him away, he has to give him more sweet treats to feed him.
In the darkness, Yue Ji rolled his Adam's apple, and the sound was clearly audible.
Qi Qing's heart tightened. He keenly smelled the breath of danger and vaguely caught a flash of red in Yue Ji's eyes.
The color was so light, so light that he thought it was an illusion, fleeting.
But before he could think any further, the person in front of him had already distanced himself from him. After two seconds of silence, he spoke again as usual: "...I'll keep watch, Master, please go to bed."
How could Qi Qing sleep?
Even if he set up a barrier, he would still have to worry about Yue Ji suddenly having a whim and tearing it apart in the middle of the night, not to mention that there was no barrier at all at the moment.
He took a deep breath: "Yue Ji, did you do this on purpose?"
If he was hard-hearted enough, he could just leave Yue Ji outside to live with that old monster.
This is how Long Aotian should be. He cannot transform unless he faces life-and-death situations. Getting hurt and suffering a little is better than going smoothly.
——But he just couldn’t bear to do it.
Qi Qing was filled with depression, and suddenly realized that his decisions were always influenced by Yue Ji.
He didn't dare to sleep anymore, fearing that Yue Ji would be affected again at some point, so he simply sat on the low couch and meditated to regulate his breathing.
When the first ray of dawn rose, there was movement in the camp.
The disciples outside seemed to be tidying up the tent. Qi Qing exhaled his last breath, opened his eyes, and saw the man lying on the low table sleeping with his head covered with his outer robe.
Noticing that he had woken up, Yue Ji also moved quickly. When he took off his outer robe, his face was left with several red marks by the folds of the clothes, making him look particularly innocent.
The two looked at each other, and Qi Qing took off his outer robe.
Half an hour later, everything was packed up and everyone was ready to go.
Miao Zheng's cold gaze lingered on Yue Ji for a moment, then she calmed down and asked Qi Qing, "How was your sleep last night? It's a bit crowded for two people to live together, and I have an empty tent here."
"Are you really not going to try my tent?" The city lord said with a look of regret, "I specially ordered someone to make it before I came here. It's really big."
"Thank you both, but it's not necessary."
Qi Qing politely declined with a bow, then glanced across the crowd and looked straight at Master Wen: "We agreed yesterday that my master and I would go our separate ways. Thank you for your care last night, and we will say goodbye today."
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