Excitement gleamed in Deng Xin's eyes, like a burning flame. At this moment, he was like a fanatical gambler, completely immersed in this 'game'.
Lou Yu was forced.
His eyes reddened.
[Villain's corruption level: 4%, Total corruption value: 57%]
[Villain's corruption level drops by 1%, total corruption value: 58%]
[Villain's corruption level increased by 2%, total corruption value: 60%]
[Progress 60%, keep it up, host]
The lamp wick couldn't bear to see the distressed boy suffer.
Take him to the cold pool to calm down; he seems to have fainted from the cold, so I can only stay with him.
After about fifteen minutes, Dengxin pulled the boy out, kicked him, and said in a deliberately annoying tone, "Go and brew a pot of tea."
The sky outside was overcast, and a light drizzle fell like silk threads, gently dripping onto my arms and bringing a slight chill.
Lou Yu sat quietly on the stool, lost in thought.
My hand unconsciously touched the corner of my mouth...
Snap!
He slapped himself.
To help myself come to my senses.
Not only did he not regain consciousness, but he also thought about the feeling of his master stroking his cheek earlier.
Master's hands are very cold. Perhaps it's because he has reached a certain level of cultivation, and his skin will return to its initial state. Sword practitioners must have calluses on their hands, but Master doesn't. His hands are clean, refreshing, and cool, which feels very comfortable to touch.
Master Hanchi thought he had fainted.
Actually, no, he knew perfectly well that Nan Yu had touched his face in the cold pool.
Lou Yu slapped himself again. He moved a stool outside and stood in the rain, which cleared his head considerably.
Inside the house, the water was boiling.
Lou Yu got up, put the prepared tea leaves into the teapot, poured in boiling water, placed it on a tray, and carried it into the inner room.
Reaching the door of the inner room, Lou Yu took a deep breath and said, "Master, the tea is ready."
Nan Yu was sleeping at the time and did not respond to him.
Lou Yu stood at the door of the inner room, gazing at Nan Yu, his mind filled with countless thoughts.
Seeing that Nan Yu did not react, Lou Yu hesitated for a moment, then turned and left.
My clothes were soaking wet, and there were no spare clothes for me to change into, so I had to take shelter from the rain under the eaves in my wet clothes.
Hongmeng Mountain is rich in spiritual energy, and the back mountain is an even more concentrated area of spiritual energy.
Lou Yu wanted to cultivate for a while, but he was worried that Nan Yu would suddenly appear and provoke him.
Nan Yu didn't wake up until late afternoon.
The tea has gone cold.
For someone like Dengxin who doesn't understand tea, everything tastes the same, and it's not too hot to drink when it's cold. But he just wants to cause trouble for Lou Yu, nitpicking and calling out, "Lou Yu!"
The boy came in.
Nan Yu looked at the villain who was taller than her, and wanted to pout, but she held it back. It had only been half a month since he started taking hormones.
I kept brainwashing myself: I am an elder, I am a master, I must be fierce.
Only then did she suppress her intense jealousy, and she reprimanded him sternly, "How did you make tea? I want hot tea! It's all cold. You can't even do this little thing right, what else can you do?"
Several hours had passed since the tea was brewed.
The tea was obviously cold.
Lou Yu took the tray and said, "It's my fault, disciple. I'll brew it again."
Fortunately, the fire hadn't gone out, and the water was still hot.
The second pot was quickly brewed and brought to Nan Yu. Xiao Dengxin picked up the handle, poured a cup, and brought it to his lips. It was so hot that he gasped for breath, but he held the cup steadily and didn't spill a drop.
He sneered to himself, "Just wait and see how I make trouble for you!"
Lou Yu: ...
Lou Yucha said, "Even something that's too hot to eat!"
Lou Yu: "We can let it cool before drinking."
One sentence left Xiao Dengxin speechless, her brain racing: "I want to drink it now!"
[Hold a grudge]
[Dislike me]
[Gula, the God of Darkness, woohoo! *** (Darkness Value) is rising!]
Since Lou Yu was able to hear his master's thoughts, he has heard some words that he couldn't understand.
I picked up an empty cup, poured the hot tea into it, and poured it back in, repeating this several times. The temperature was low on the back mountain, and it was a rainy day, so the hot water quickly cooled down.
Nan Yu took a sip.
The cup was placed on the table with a not-so-light touch, making a clinking sound, and a few drops of water that wasn't finished spilled out. "It's cold!"
Lou Yu poured another cup of tea from the teapot; it was lukewarm, slightly hot.
Nan Yu then spoke of him.
After going back and forth seven or eight times, all the water in the pot was poured out, and only then did Little Lampwick stop its malice. Everything was perfect, except for one thing: the blackening value didn't increase.
He scratched his forehead with his index finger.
I'm a little depressed.
Another month passed, and Nan Yu continued to cause trouble every day, causing his "darkening" level to be stuck at 60%.
He's tried everything.
Trying to harass Lou Yu, making him clean the toilet, massage his feet, force him to kneel, curse at him, and doing other random, pointless things—none of it worked.
The wick is tired.
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On the cliff, stood a pale white figure, her robes fluttering, her hands clasped behind her back.
Lou Yu was carrying a basket on his back, picking immortal herbs, a task assigned by his master.
He could never find his master except in the bamboo house. Today, after gathering herbs, he looked up and saw that white figure, which startled him so much that he stopped in his tracks.
Hesitant about whether or not to go forward.
He wanted to back away, but Nan Yu spoke first. However, her voice reached his ears but she didn't move. "You've been staying in the back mountain for over a month. Go back now."
Upon hearing that he was going back, Lou Yu tightened his grip on the medicine shovel.
They pricked up their ears, wanting to hear their master's thoughts: why did they suddenly have to go back on their own?
But I didn't hear anything.
He seemed unaware of his panic, anxiously asking, "Master wants to send me away?"
As the lamp wick turned around, the air of otherworldly elegance that it had deliberately projected as it spoke vanished completely. "What, you can't bear to part with it?"
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