Immortal, save me!

He touched Wen Junyao's lips with his fingertips and spread the scarlet on his slightly pale lips, making it look like rouge, with a bright color.

He lowered his eyes and leaned over, licked the bright red clean, then took out a spiritual flower with dew on it and stuffed it into Wen Junyao's mouth.

He gently stroked the corner of Wen Junyao's lips and softened his posture, "Master, practice well."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, but someone grabbed his sleeve.

He looked back.

Wen Junyao looked up at him, meeting his deep and unfathomable phoenix eyes. His already eye-catching features looked even more beautiful than flowers against the backdrop of the red dress.

At this moment, he couldn't help but be glad that Wang Youyin was a man. If he was a woman, she probably wouldn't be able to hold on until he came to save him.

"where are you going?"

Wang Youyin: "Master, are you worried about me?"

Wen Junyao nodded: "I'm worried about you."

Upon hearing this, the corners of Wang You's labia curled up. It was rare for his master to reveal his feelings like this, and hearing him say that he was worried about her was like the sun rising in the west.

He opened his mouth, with a barely perceptible joy in his tone: "Disciple will go pick some flowers for you and will be back soon."

Wen Junyao looked at him hesitantly and said, "...Why did you choose me to be your master?"

He had been thinking about this question for a long time, and now he suddenly wanted to ask it.

He couldn't understand why Wang Youyin firmly chose him, a half-baked master, when there were many people with higher cultivation than him.

He also wondered if it was because he saved him that Wang Youyin became dependent on him and chose a familiar person to be his master among a crowd of people?

The smile at the corner of Wang You's labia disappeared. He didn't want to recall the past that made him sick, but his master asked this question.

He turned around, and held Wen Junyao's hand that was holding his sleeve with his big hand, and tapped his outstretched palm with his fingertips. He looked at him with a half-smile, and said nonchalantly: "Maybe I've never seen someone as stupid as you."

Wen Junyao stared at him blankly with eyes wide open: "..."

蠢？

Are you talking about him?

It’s not enough to offend your superiors, but you also have to bully your teachers and curse your ancestors?

Traitor!

He frowned and said in a stiff tone: "Say it again."

Wang Youyin studied his expression, leaned over and kissed him on the lips, and said in a cold voice: "Your kindness is stupid."

He raised his hand to tidy up his hair and whispered in his ear: "You saved someone you shouldn't have saved, and you softened your heart where you shouldn't have softened."

"Take me back to Tianyan Sect. Among so many elders and peak masters, you are the stupidest one."

On that day at the venue, almost all the top leaders of Tianyan Sect were standing in front of him, but in his eyes, only Wen Junyao's eyes were pure, and everyone else was profitable to him.

Wen Junyao: "..."

Wang Youyin smiled darkly and said, "Don't trust anyone. Everyone may betray you. I am the only one you should trust."

It is human nature to pursue fame and fortune. As for things like kindness, they can be obtained whenever one achieves success, without any effort at all.

Only those who lack ability want to be indifferent to fame and fortune and want to use vague moral rules to restrain people's desires that have already penetrated deep into their bones.

After he finished speaking, Wang Youyin stood up, and his tall figure blocked Wen Junyao's way, like an insurmountable mountain.

He lowered his eyes to look at him, chuckled and said, "Remember, Master, you can only trust me."

"Wait until I come back."

Wen Junyao looked stunned and said, "Okay."

He looked up into Wang Youyin's beautiful eyes and warned, "Be careful."

Wang Youyin nodded: "Don't worry."

Watching Wang Youyin's disappearing back, Wen Junyao closed his eyes, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.

Not all people are like that, he just happened to meet the worst ones.

He could not empathize with him, and naturally could not try to instill his own ideas into him.

He sighed softly.

Like he felt like a burden.

He couldn’t save his people or Brother Mo during the war between fairies and demons. Now he can’t help Luo Jin and is a stumbling block to his disciple’s practice.

The disciple focused too much energy on him and paid little attention to his own cultivation. He even ran around looking for elixirs in order to prolong his life.

does it worth?

He picked up a strand of hair mixed with white in front of him and remained silent.

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