Thirty-ninth Raiders

Yu Chu: "..."

The little apprentice seemed to be just talking casually, and after a while of silence, he lowered his head, leaning against her neck, and suddenly lowered his head and dawdled, not knowing what he was holding, Yu Chu raised his eyebrows slightly, and then saw that he seemed a little happy, The radiance of the magic storage instrument dissipated, and a wooden mottled clarinet lay in the white palm.

Yu Chu looked down at the clarinet.

"This... is still there, Master." The little chatterbox leaned against her pitifully, and said in a soft voice, "You gave it to me, and it looks like a Taoist companion when you wear it."

Yu Chu glanced at the clarinet, but raised his hand slightly without saying a word.

"..."

The young man raised his hand to hold the clarinet, put his hands behind his back, looked at her with cold and slightly round eyes, "Master, don't destroy it."

Yu Chu looked at his fair little face, the blush from the kiss just now seemed to dissipate, and his face turned pale again, "No, just keep this thing, okay?"

The immortal in white looked at him and said indifferently, "Throw it away."

Jiang Ran slowly pursed his lips, staring at her pitifully with a little expectation in his eyes.

"I said throw it away." Xianzun's tone was not turbulent, "You are just a furnace, why do you keep this thing?"

"All the things Master gave me are gone." He said softly, "Master's favorite things are gone too. I just want to keep one thing, is that okay? Can I not throw it away..."

He lowered his head, wrapped the clarinet in his palm, and the boy puffed his fair face a little sadly: "If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have shown it to the master."

Yu Chu: "..."

She pressed the center of her brow lightly.

Jiang Ran lowered his eyes, but he was truly sad.

The positions of the two seem to be completely reversed.

The things that I tried my best to get rid of and discarded in the past are now finally exhausted for the rest of my life, and I can't keep them.

He raised his eyes and looked at Master carefully.

Yu Chu paused for a while, but didn't force him, just walked towards the bed, "Come and sleep."

Jiang Ran blinked.

She allowed him to keep one thing. The young man opened his eyes slightly, obediently put the clarinet back, followed the master's footsteps to the bed, and glanced at the bed he had slept in before.

In the past, Master suppressed him and refused to let him come down.

Now……

The woman's voice sounded faintly: "Lie down."

"...En." The little apprentice consciously climbed onto the bed, lay down obediently, and looked at the immortal with his eyes open. The next second, Xianzun went to bed with a calm expression, but instead of lying down beside him, he pressed directly on him, leaning over slightly.

Her jet-black hair fell down, hanging beside the young man, her manner was ambiguous, her lips rubbed against the side of his neck, Jiang Ran's long eyelashes trembled slightly, she bit her along the Adam's apple, and then sucked him slightly. The teenager's white Adam's apple rolled between her lips, her earlobes were red to the point of bleeding, and she opened her eyes wide: "Master."

"Don't talk too much about making a stove."

Xianzun glanced at him, put his fingertips to the corners of his lips, rubbed them, and touched the tips of the young man's white canine teeth. She smiled faintly, "Your junior lives next door. He heard that he was not happy, but he would abandon you as a teacher."

"..." Jiang Ran's eyes were a little dazed.

He was quiet for a few seconds, lowered his eyes obediently, and bit his lips.

Yu Chu looked at the little apprentice for a while, then leaned over and kissed his eyes. When she kissed him, the other party obediently closed his eyes, and opened them again when she left.

Yu Chu pressed him down and did nothing else, just lowered his head and touched his eyes lightly.

After repeating this several times, he finally couldn't hold on to his drunken drowsiness, closed his eyes, and fell asleep obediently.

The quiet white cheeks are exquisite.

Yu Chu stared at it for a while, then let go of his hands and stood up, raised his eyes, and looked faintly at the moonlight outside the window.

The night light is silent.

*

Jiang Ran woke up the next morning, frowned and pressed his forehead seriously. Before he got up, he felt the soft body of the woman beside him. He was slightly startled, raised his eyes, and saw Master... beside him.

The boy suddenly opened his eyes wide.

The movement that was about to get up also stopped, he was almost frozen, obediently motionless. The young man's slender figure turned sideways slightly, staring at the master motionless, at her peaceful sleeping face, small nose tip, ruddy lips, and still calm and indifferent expression.

She used to love teasing him.

But since...after giving up on him, Master has never been a hooligan on purpose again, and her expression and behavior are not lively. She has become quiet and indifferent, as if she doesn't care about anything.

...Master.

Jiang Ran looked at her closely. His eyes fell on the master's lips, and he really wanted to get close to kiss her, but he didn't dare, so he could only stand there, blink and stare at her in silence.

When Yu Chu woke up, he saw the young man's clear pupils looking at her without blinking.

"Master, you're awake." The little apprentice who woke up from the wine had a serious expression again, his voice was a little cold, and he asked softly, "We... last night? Master didn't seem to take away my cultivation."

The slender and beautiful boy looked at her eagerly, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with me? I'm drunk, so I don't remember."

Yu Chu blinked his eyes.

She paused for a while, closed her eyes, and asked indifferently, "Do you have low back pain?"

"..."

Jiang Ran was startled.

He lowered his head and looked at himself carefully, the boy's waist was covered by the snow-white undershirt, and he didn't feel the slightest pain. So he shook his head slowly: "It doesn't hurt."

"That's good."

Yu Chu said without changing his face, "Last night you were drunk, and your strength as a teacher was measured, and you were not cultivated. You should get used to it as soon as possible. Next time I will not show mercy. I won't let you go just because you are young and delicate. Yes. Since you are willing to be a plaything... you should bear the torment yourself. It is useless for you to cry next time."

Her tone was very calm.

"..." Jiang Ran blinked twice.

Immortal Venerable sat up, turned his head and glanced at him lightly, pinched the young man's fair chin with his fingertips, and said indifferently: "Next time, bear with me, it's really disappointing to be bumped into crying for my teacher."

Jiang Ran's long eyelashes trembled slightly, "..."

So, he cried last night?

The young man was a little dazed and didn't react. Seeing the immortal get out of bed slowly, he got up with his white long fingers supporting the bed, and the snow-white fingertips touched his forehead. He paused for a while before he was at a loss. So... he was really crying? Master... made you cry last night? ?

Jiang Ran didn't know.

He only knew that he had lived for so many years, and he had never been in such an embarrassing mood. The young man clenched the corner of his thin lips tightly, his originally fair cheeks were now blushing, he sat blankly for a while, looked down at the sheets, it was really messy.

Touching his waist again, although it didn't hurt, but he remembered the feeling brought by the master's fingertips in the small wooden house in the outskirts...

The boy felt a little numb in his waist.

He was silent for a while.

Breathing out lightly, he murmured: "Next time, don't cry...Master doesn't like to cry."