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

Jiang Suiwan was unable to practice because he had lost all his spiritual power. He spent several days relaxing every day except drawing talismans and reading books, sleeping and fishing.

On the other hand, Shen Qi has been practicing harder these days. Whenever Jiang Suiwan sees him in his leisure time, he would say with emotion that he is a hard-working boy, and then continue fishing.

On this day, Jiang Suiwan was reading under the tree outside Zhuoyue Hall as usual, and unexpectedly waited for an old friend-Song Yu.

Song Yu is one of the few friends he has in this world, and he is a very powerful casual cultivator. He has no family and no sect, and his whereabouts are uncertain. He travels around the world all year round, eliminating evil and helping the world. He is respected by the world as "Huaiyu Immortal Lord".

Jiang Suiwan was surprised when he saw him, "Huaiyu, why are you here?"

Huaiyu is the character of Song Yu.

Song Yu traveled all over the world all day long. He remembered that the last time they met was six years ago. At that time, Song Yu said that he was going to the far north to deal with some matters and he didn't know when he would see him again. Unexpectedly, we didn’t see each other for six years after we said goodbye.

Jiang Suiwan asked him: "Have you settled your matter?"

"Well, it's taken care of. I heard that you were injured, and I happened to pass by to take a look." Song Yu was dressed in Tsing Yi, with picturesque features and a gentle temperament. He sat down in front of his friend and looked at him lazily. He looked leisurely and asked, "It seems like your injuries are all healed now?"

"Actually, he didn't suffer much injuries. He's almost healed." Jiang Suiwan said a little embarrassed, "It's just a temporary loss of all spiritual power."

When Song Yu heard this, he looked at him with worried eyes and asked, "Do you know when it will recover?"

"Probably these days."

"That's good," Song Yu changed the subject and asked him: "I heard that you have accepted a disciple?"

"Well, his name is Shen Qi. He is a very talented and diligent apprentice. He is very filial."

"Well, that puts me at ease. It's really time for you to recruit a disciple to accompany you."

The two chatted, and Jiang Suiwan asked him: "What are your plans next?"

Song Yu thought for a while, "I plan to rest for a while and then go to Jiangling after a while."

"Since you're here, stay here for a while before leaving. I haven't seen you in six years. Tell me about the fun things you've encountered in the past six years."

"Well, it just so happens that I have something to give you." Song Yu said, taking out a small storage bag and throwing it to him, "It's all in here."

Jiang Suiwan took the kit and asked, "What is it?"

"I brought you some gadgets I saw on the road because I thought they were interesting."

"Oh?" Jiang Suiwan opened the bag of tips. There were indeed some very interesting things, many of which he had never seen before. There are also specialties from the Far North, and everything you need to eat, drink, and play.

"I like it very much, thank you."

"There is no need to be so polite between you and me."

"Yes." Jiang Suiwan smiled, "I saved some sweet-scented osmanthus brew last year. I know you like it, so I left a few jars for you and will give it to you later."

"it is good."

The atmosphere between the two of them was natural and relaxed. Jiang Suiwan was naturally very happy when he met an old friend, and his whole person was full of joy and joy.

Shen Qi looked at it from a distance, standing under the tree for who knows how long, his handsome face expressionless.

He listened to the conversation between the master and the man and thought: No wonder the master likes the sweet-scented osmanthus brew, but never drinks it all. He leaves a few jars every year. He originally thought that the master wanted to store it for later drinking, but he didn't expect it. Reserved for people.

An old friend, Song Yu.

I don't know when the seeds of jealousy took root in my heart, but when I saw someone else around Master and knew that Master cared about others, the paranoid and dark possessiveness and jealousy snaked out like vines, firmly entrenched in my heart. It entangled his whole heart, strangling him so much that he couldn't breathe.

He knew there was something wrong with him, that he was despicable, but he couldn't control it.

Everyone in the Wu tribe is sick, he thought, and he himself is also a hopeless lunatic.

Only Master is his medicine.

Shen Qi stood under the pine tree and watched quietly. He inherited the bloodline of the witch clan and could not only hide his aura, but also use his own blood to track or raise poison.

So Jiang Suiwan and Song Yu didn't find him.

Shen Qi studied various things in his daily life, including talismans, formations, strange sects, and Gu techniques. He wanted to improve his strength to protect his master, and he never just talked about it.

But there are too many people around his master, Pei Shuyan, Li Su, Yun Feiyi, Jun Huaixiu, Song Yu... He doesn't know how many people will be close to his master in the future.

He wanted Master to be the only one around him, and he liked Master.

But...but the master only has a simple master-disciple relationship with him. What if one day Master no longer wants him because of the people around him?

Let go and leave? Shen Qi asked himself, can he do it?

No, he couldn't. He had never been a generous and kind person. Just being an old friend made Shen Qi go crazy with jealousy.

If there really comes a day when Master no longer wants him, he will kill everyone around Master and get Master by force.

Even if the master hates him, it doesn't matter. If he can't get the master's love, it's good to get his hatred.

Actually, there is another way. Shen Qi looked at the immortal-like figure in the distance, and an idea slowly came to his mind.

Sometimes, guilt lasts longer and is more unforgettable than love and hate.

Therefore, he can let Master hurt him. Master, who is such a soft-hearted and gentle person, must feel guilty if he hurts himself, right?

Then if he dies in front of Master in the end, will Master never forget him for the rest of his life?

Thinking of this possibility, Shen Qi's heart beat wildly uncontrollably, and his pale face showed a thin layer of sickly red. Under extreme excitement and restraint, he smiled and his eyes turned purple. , exuding a chilling anger, the veins on the back of the hand are bulging and winding like a picture.

If it really comes to the point where he can't keep the Master by all means, then he will let the Master kill him with his own hands.

By then, Master's expression must be very beautiful.

The feeling of dying in Master's hands must be very, very, very wonderful.

I don't know how long it took before Shen Qi put away all his emotions, put on his usual clear and well-behaved smile, walked towards the person chatting happily under the tree, and sweetly shouted: "Master~"

Jiang Suiwan tilted his head, "Huh? Today's training task is completed so quickly?"

Song Yu also turned his head and looked at him.

Shen Qi nodded obediently: "Yes!" After he finished speaking, he glanced at Song Yu and asked doubtfully: "Master, who is he?"

"He is a good friend of the master. He has been in the far north before and only came back recently."

"You must be Sui Wan's only disciple. Your qualifications are indeed excellent." Song Yu smiled gently at Shen Qi, "My name is Song Yu."

Shen Qi also smiled, politely and politely, "It turns out to be Immortal Lord Huaiyu, whose name I have admired for a long time."

Suiwan, the call is so kind.

(The author has something to say: Shen Qi: Dark and twisted gaze.)