You are planning something evil: Don’t come here, my yandere disciple.

Shen Qi squeezed the desire demon at his fingertips to death. The demon screamed and turned into a wisp of smoke and dust scattered on Shen Qi's fingertips.

Then he nervously grabbed Jiang Suiwan's sleeves and looked at the silent Jiang Suiwan expectantly and uneasily: "Master?"

Jiang Suiwan had mixed feelings and didn't know what to say for a while.

But the big stone in my heart fell to the ground. Fortunately, fortunately it was just an act.

If Shen Qi was really possessed by a demon and really deceived him...

Jiang Suiwan looked at Shen Qi who was holding his sleeve.

Shen Qi's cheeks turned red, but he didn't feel any anger or sadness at being beaten because of being misunderstood. Seeing that Jiang Suiwan didn't speak, he carefully grabbed Jiang Suiwan's wrist, "...Master, what's wrong?"

Shen Qi's eyes slowly turned red, and his clear purple eyes were filled with wet moisture: "...Does Master hate his disciples?"

He looked pitiful, like a little animal that had been caught in the rain and was about to be abandoned by its owner.

When Jiang Suiwan saw this, the messy emotions in his heart were almost gone. He didn't answer, but raised his hand to touch Shen Qi's red cheeks distressedly: "...Does it hurt?"

When Shen Qi saw this, he opened his big watery eyes and nodded, "It hurts."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Qi let go of Jiang Suiwan's wrist, stretched out his arms to hug Jiang Suiwan, and then buried his head into Jiang Suiwan's shoulder aggrievedly. He said, "This is the first time that Master has hit a disciple. Disciple." It hurts."

Jiang Suiwan was already very familiar with his sudden hug. He hugged Shen Qi smoothly, patted his back, and sincerely apologized: "I'm sorry."

Shen Qi's plush head rubbed his neck, "It doesn't matter. I know that Master is so angry because of what the lust demon and disciple said, and it was me who deliberately angered Master."

Shen Qi softened his voice: "Actually, I don't feel pain, not at all."

"I'm just afraid that Master will hate me just now and then stop wanting me."

Jiang Suiwan was so soft-hearted: "Why do I hate you so much?"

"It's good that Master doesn't hate me." Shen Qi hugged Jiang Suiwan tighter, and he asked half-jokingly: "How is it, am I good at acting? The magic seal is affixed with the transformation talisman. It's a lie. Is Master scared by me? Then if I really become the big devil in the storybook, will Master stop me?"

Jiang Suiwan was choked by him and couldn't breathe. She pushed his head and said, "Yeah."

Not only was his acting skills good, it almost scared him to death.

Jiang Suiwan teased him: "Well, if you become the big devil in the storybook and kill innocent people indiscriminately, Master will not want you."

"And what story books did you read? Did your second uncle give it to you?" Jiang Suiwan thought of the story books that Yun Feiyi had read, and got goosebumps all over his body. He said to Shen Qi: "Don't imitate your second brother." Master."

Shen Qi's mind was filled with the words: Master doesn't want you anymore, and he didn't pay attention to his other words at all.

What nonsense he acted out was just an excuse for him to take this opportunity to test the master's attitude towards his true face and identity.

The master's reaction was mostly within his expectations.

Disbelief, shock, anger, sadness, sorrow, doubt... No matter what the emotion was, in the end, I wanted to leave him behind.

Shen Qi hugged Jiang Suiwan tightly. He sneered in his heart, wanted to leave him? impossible.

During this trial, he figured out his weight in Jiang Suiwan's heart.

Master loved him very much, trusted him very much, and trusted him to the point of almost blind obedience. When he said it was a performance, Master really believed him. When he cried, Master became soft-hearted, as if no matter what he did Whatever, Master can forgive him.

But is this really the case?

No.

All this trust and love are only given to the "gentle, simple and kind" disciple Shen Qi in Master's heart.

Once he reveals his true colors, cruelty, jealousy, indifference and paranoia, and... those dark and twisted love for the Master, once such abandonment is known to the Master, the Master will not want him and abandon him. .

But... Shen Qi looked at Jiang Suiwan's fair neck so close at hand and laughed silently.

late.

My good master.

We are destined to be entangled for eternity.

I will never let you leave me and I will never let you go.

Shen Qi nodded obediently: "I understand, Master, I won't imitate the Second Master."

If the master wanted to abandon him, then he would lock the master up next to him, and let the master only accompany him, with only himself in his eyes and heart.

He will not die. He has plenty of time and means to pester the Master and make the Master unable to live without him and fall in love with him.

He wants the master to belong to him alone, from body to heart, regardless of whether the master gives it to him or not.

At the same time, from body to heart, he only belongs to the Master, whether the Master wants it or not.

Shen Qi calmed down the emotions in his eyes, let go of Jiang Suiwan, and stared at him unblinkingly with moist eyes.

Jiang Suiwan was a little uncomfortable being stared at by his eyes. He always felt that something was strange. Although Shen Qi's eyes were clear and gentle, he felt that Shen Qi's eyes were so intense that he felt like he was suppressing something. The bottomless darkness and beasts will come out and tear themselves apart and swallow them if they are not careful.

But Shen Qi's eyes were obviously so clean, and all he could see was himself.

what happened?Delusion?

But it's getting late now. Let's talk about anything tomorrow.

So Jiang Suiwan said to Shen Qi: "Well, it's hard for you to stay with the master in the middle of the night. Now that the master is fine, you should go back and rest quickly."

Shen Qi: "Well, master, take a good rest."

Jiang Suiwan nodded, and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, it's Ye," Jiang Suiwan said, and suddenly he remembered Shen Qi's sour sentence "Qingyang? The master called it so sincerely.", so he After a pause, he changed his words, "Did it be Master Ye who sent me back?"

Shen Qi was a little unhappy when he mentioned Ye Qingyang, but when he saw Jiang Suiwan changing his title, he became visibly happy, "Well, Master, don't worry about him, he's fine. I gave him medicine and sent him back to Qingxuan Peak."

"Yes." Jiang Suiwan was so happy to see him that he seemed to be bubbling. He was a little funny and a little distressed. He took out a bottle of ointment and handed it over: "Anyway, I hit you impulsively today. It's Master's fault. Go back." Remember to apply medicine."

I just changed my name, are you so happy?

The apprentice is so good.

And it seems that the young apprentice is really jealous of Ye Qingyang.

Shen Qi took the medicine bottle and said as he walked out: "Master, don't blame yourself. It doesn't hurt at all. I will apply the medicine properly."

Shen Qi walked to the door and suddenly said in a confused manner: "Master cannot abandon his disciples."

His tone was no longer questioning, but a bit more tough.

"Huh?" Jiang Suiwan was confused for a moment, thinking that this was probably because his apprentice had just been beaten by him and felt insecure, so he responded: "Okay."

Shen Qi left the room without looking back, and then said as he closed the door gently: "If Master lies to me, I will... lock Master up."

Shen Qi said with a smile, his eyes were as crescent-shaped and his cheeks had deep dimples. He looked particularly well-behaved, like a cat that thought it was fierce but had no deterrent effect.

Jiang Suiwan was so cute that he wanted to touch Shen Qi's head, but did not take his words seriously.

Who knew that if he didn't take Shen Qi's words seriously, he would soon suffer a lot because of these "childish" words.

(The author has something to say: The little green tea disciple who loves to pretend to be pitiful and his slow master with a ten-meter-thick filter of discipleship)