Fu Yu's eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, as if he had not noticed his disciple's transgression.
Holding the medicine bottle, he considered whether to apply the medicine to Ming Teng.
Ming Teng clenched his fingers, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his body due to the wound that was already bleeding.
This time, he touched the master's cold fingertips.
There was more cold sweat on my lower abdomen.
"Then bear with it."
Fu Yu casually pulled aside Ming Teng's shirt, revealing his muscular body, fair skin, and a dark red wound on his chest.
Fu Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, and his gaze slowly moved down along Ming Teng's collarbone.
Eight abdominal muscles are tightly packed on his narrow waist, rising and falling slightly with the rhythm of his breathing.
Dense beads of cold sweat gathered on his lower abdomen, soaking his black pants.
What a rare golden snake beauty.
Feeling Fu Yu's gaze, Ming Teng felt a strange emotion in his body for the first time.
He licked his bloodless lips.
"Master, does my body look ugly?"
"I am a demon, with a dumb talent. It took me 400 years to learn the form of a demon. This body is the result of my hard work."
"Of course I can't compare to the male immortals in the immortal world. I'm afraid my body might be a disgrace to Master."
After saying this, he lowered his eyes slightly, like a fragile and helpless cub.
"Don't underestimate yourself. Your figure is the most beautiful I have ever seen."
Fu Yu spread the ointment on his fingertips and applied it to Ming Teng's wound bit by bit.
Ming Teng frowned, and a sinister look flashed across his handsome face.
Master, have you ever seen the bodies of other male immortals?
That's right, they are fellow Taoists who spend every day together, cultivating together, experiencing tribulations and ascending together, and going down the mountain together to subdue demons and monsters.
Before he met his master, his master must have been with other men...
Ming Teng's pupils lit up, and his phoenix eyes narrowed into a line, revealing arrogant malice.
Not allowed.
He could forget about what happened in the past, but from now on, the master could only look at his body.
If any male immortal dares to flirt in front of the master.
He will definitely eradicate the problem completely and put an end to it forever.
Fu Yu leaned over, got in front of him, and carefully applied the medicine to his wound.
Even when facing a strong man standing right next to her, she remained calm and composed.
No blushing face, no heartbeating.
Ming Teng curled his thin lips slightly, and a glimmer of shrewdness flashed in his eyes.
Just as Fu Yu's fingertips covered his wound again, Ming Teng took a breath, tilted his head back, and cried out softly.
With a hint of lingering and unbearable breathing.
Seducing people invisibly.
"Master, I am in pain."
"If Master could blow on me, I would feel less pain."
Fu Yu's eyes were indifferent, and he observed the wound without blinking, as if he was judging the truthfulness of what Ming Teng said.
"It doesn't matter if Master doesn't want to. I will just be patient and it will pass."
Ming Teng lowered his Adam's apple and feigned fear, saying, "Master, you are so kind to me. I am already very satisfied."
"My disciple is just a low-level demon..."
"Yes, you are already my disciple. No matter what your origins are, you are now a member of the Heavenly Palace and belong to me."
Master’s people.
He is Master's man...
Before Ming Teng could smile, Fu Yu had already straddled his arms, blowing gently on his wound while applying medicine.
Ming Teng's Adam's apple rolled rapidly, and his hands behind his back gripped the quilt tightly.
My mind went blank.
Master Siyu had no idea how dangerous the disciple that her master forced upon her was.
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