Chapter 045 Master, I am so sad

The smile on Xiao Jing's lips turned a little sarcastic. "After entering Lingxiao Peak, I worked as a handyman in the kitchen at the foot of the mountain for five years." In five years, I learned how to cook all kinds of dishes...

Shen Wuyan paused in his fish-eating motion, then laughed and said, "I am sure your teacher had foresight to put you in the kitchen to hone your skills for a few years. Otherwise, you wouldn't have the skills you have now."

"Yes, thank you Master."

Thanks to that vicious master for throwing him into the kitchen, otherwise he wouldn't have such culinary skills. Now he can't use this culinary skill to please the fake master in front of him.

After eating and drinking, Shen Wuyan lay on the grass and didn't want to move. He stroked the little squirrel unconsciously and stared at the night sky without blinking.

Shen Wuyan wondered if a god had inlaid the entire galaxy in the inky night sky. Otherwise, why was the night sky so dazzling and so magnificent that they seemed able to pluck a star just by raising their hands?

"Master, what are you looking at?" Xiao Jing lay down next to Shen Wuyan.

“Look at the stars.”

"What's so good about the stars?"

"nice."

Because in the city where he lives, such a beautiful night sky is almost impossible to see. It is difficult to see a single star in the city, let alone a sky full of stars.

At this moment, a meteor slid across the night sky at high speed, followed by the second, the third, and more and more...

"Damn, a meteor shower." Shen Wuyan sat up excitedly.

"Make a wish, make a wish." Shen Wuyan clasped his hands in front of him and closed his eyes.

Shen Wuyan made a wish in his heart and said, "I hope I can go home as soon as I open my eyes tomorrow!"

Xiao Jing then sat up, with his legs bent and one hand on his cheek. He tilted his head to look at Shen Wuyan, who was looking focused and pious, and asked, "Master, where is your home?"

"My home is far away."

"How far?"

Shen Wuyan sighed as he looked at the night sky, thinking, "It's very far. We need to cross time and space."

Xiao Jing raised his eyebrows calmly and asked no more questions.

At night, the wilderness is silent, with only the occasional sound of insects.

Shen Wuyan curled up with the little squirrel in his arms and slept soundly.

The little squirrel curled up in Shen Wuyan's arms, smelling the faint fragrance of plum blossoms. He felt warm and secure, and slept particularly sweetly.

But suddenly he felt like a monster had bitten his neck, suffocating him. At the same time, the monster was probably trying to swallow him and was pulling him out roughly.

The little squirrel was so scared that he suddenly opened his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw a face that was scarier than a monster.

The disciple of the immortal master - Xiao Jing.

Under the hazy moonlight, Xiao Jing grinned at him, a smile more sinister than a ghost.

The little squirrel was so scared that he opened his mouth to scream, but Xiao Jing quickly pinched his mouth.

The little squirrel felt extremely wronged, tears welled up in his eyes, and he cried in his heart: Immortal Lord, help me! Xiao Jing smiled and said softly: "In the future, you are not allowed to crawl into his arms, nor are you allowed to let him hug you, and you are not allowed to let him touch your tail. Do you hear me?"

The little squirrel's life was in the hands of others, so what else could he do? He could only nod vigorously.

Xiao Jing let go and tilted his head to the side, "Get out."

The little squirrel crawled out from the warm, safe and fragrant arms miserably, and then stood on its hind legs, looking obedient and pitiful.

If Shen Wuyan saw it, he would definitely roar: It's just a baby.

Xiao Jing finally reminded: "One more thing, you are not allowed to complain."

The little squirrel held its mouth in grievance, but the man didn't let the squirrel complain. This man was really mean.

Xiao Jing asked: "Do you remember it?"

The little squirrel nodded.

Yesterday, Shen Wuyan dreamed that his wish came true like a shooting star, and he went home. But when he opened his eyes the next day, he saw Xiao Jing's face close to him.

Then he lowered his head, and their bodies were tightly pressed together, with Xiao Jing's hand on his waist...

Shen Wuyan suddenly remembered something and pushed Xiao Jing hard, waking him up while he was still sleeping.

Xiao Jing's expression suddenly turned extremely ugly, with low pressure slowly gathering between his brows, and he looked as if a storm was about to come.

But Shen Wuyan didn't see it. He was looking for the little squirrel: "Where's the little squirrel? Hmm, it won't be squashed, right?"

"Squeak, squeak, squeak..." A little squirrel came out from the carriage not far away and jumped over. Shen Wuyan was about to open his hand to catch it, but the little squirrel stopped.

Shen Wuyan waved, "Come here."

The little squirrel's eyes were full of longing, but when it saw Xiao Jing, who looked like the black-faced Yan Wang sitting next to it, it immediately turned around and jumped back into the carriage.

Shen Wuyan: “……?”

Shen Wuyan looked at Xiao Jing and asked, "What's wrong with it?"

Xiao Jing suddenly went crazy, and threw Shen Wuyan to the ground. Then he looked down at Shen Wuyan and said with gritted teeth: "Master, why don't you ask me what's wrong?"

Shen Wuyan then saw Xiao Jing's expression clearly and asked in shock, "Are you having a mental attack?"

There was a hint of laughter in Xiao Jing's devilish eyes, which looked like ghost lights floating in the dark night, and were particularly penetrating. Shen Wuyan frowned.

Xiao Jing smiled and said softly, "Master, I was very angry when you pushed me just now."

Shen Wuyan frowned and wanted to explain: "I didn't mean it, I..."

But Xiao Jing wouldn't listen to any explanation. He only knew that Shen Wuyan pushed him away for a squirrel.

He directly interrupted Shen Wuyan's explanation, making a fuss and confusing right and wrong, "Master, when you need me, you rush into my arms, and when you don't need me, you push me away and discard me like a worn-out shoe. If you were me, what would you do?"

Shen Wuyan tried to reason with a mad dog, trying to explain calmly:

"I'm not. I just thought the squirrel was squashed by us. It's not that I don't need you, nor do I abandon you. I really didn't mean it."

"If it's not intentional, then it's intentional. Master, I'm so sad..."

Shen Wuyan's scalp tingled when he heard this sickly tone. He hurriedly said, "I, I, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was wrong, I will never push you away again, okay?"

"Master, it's too late to say this now. You pushed me away for a squirrel."

Xiao Jing's expression suddenly turned fierce, and his eyes turned red. "He is just a squirrel, how can he be worthy of that?"

"Not worthy, not worthy." Shen Wuyan said along with Xiao Jing's words, and at the same time reached out to hug Xiao Jing again, his hands still stroking his back, "Hold me again, Master, can you hug me again? Don't be angry, it's not worth it for a squirrel. You've made my precious baby sick with anger, Master is so distressed."

"You want to keep it?"

"If you don't want to raise it, then take it back and let Gu Yunzheng raise it, okay?"

Xiao Jing hid the red marks in his eyes, buried his head in Shen Wuyan's shoulder, took a deep breath of the dark flower fragrance and said, "Okay."

The little squirrel who had been watching secretly in the carriage was filled with emotion: that madman was so scary that even the Immortal had to obey him. Fortunately, he did not provoke that madman, otherwise his life would be over.

But the Immortal Master said that he would not support him anymore, which made him very sad, because he liked the Immortal Master very much.