Master, he always wants to leave me

Su Yao only felt that his heart was being held tightly in the hands of the person in front of him.

He was scared.

It's not that he was afraid of seeing Ling Wuzheng like this, but that he had to accept the fact that he made Ling Wuzheng like this and was afraid.

However, the young man's next words stopped him from going back.

Ling Wuzheng's gaze became sharp for a moment, and then became dim again.

He didn't seem to see Jing Yunzhi on the side, only Su Yao.

Then, his eyes were blurred, as if he was looking at Su Yao, but not this person.

"Am I dreaming again?"

Ling Wuzheng said such a sentence softly, then closed his eyes and bowed his head, but this sentence made Su Yao fall into ice, which hurt more than scratching his heart with a knife.

It was the same when I broke up with Ling Ling.

Su Yao was full of frustration, but the pain in his heart made him start to crumble like this, and his mind and soul were separated.

Seeing him like this, Jing Yun didn't say anything. He gave Su Yao some spiritual energy, turned around and left. There is no need for him, an extra person, here.

Su Yao was carried over by Jing Yunzhi's spiritual energy, and his body stabilized a bit.

He walked over almost staggeringly, and knelt down on the Xuanbing platform. His eyes were full of pain, and he had nowhere to vent. His eyes were blurred for a while, and he could only open them wide open desperately, trying to look at Ling Wuzheng.

He gritted his teeth and held back, not allowing himself to be useless.

His fingertips trembled, wanting to touch Ling Wuzheng's cheek.

But he couldn't do anything.

Why, good black hair turns white?

Why are there so many chains...

The places where the hands and feet were chained, the wounds that had been struggled out, the old ones had not healed, and the new ones had come out again, with bright red blood flowing down.

Ling Wuzheng's face was pale, his lips were chapped...

no fight... no fight...

Su Yao looked at all this, and in the end he couldn't bear it anymore. He wanted to hug Ling Wuzheng tightly, but he endured it.

He trembled and hugged himself tightly, his throat surged desperately, wanting to shout to vent everything he couldn't bear!

Right in front of Ling Wuzheng, he hugged himself in embarrassment, shook his head desperately, but couldn't say anything.

He was desperate... utterly desperate.

No, that's not how the plot works.

Why!What is all this for! !

When he was struggling in his heart, Ling Wuzheng also felt that the dream was so real, he felt that the master had returned, struggling in pain in front of him, but he was still reluctant to touch him.

He opened his lips slightly, and called out in a gentle voice.

"Is it Master?"

Ling Wuzheng raised his head, but he didn't dare to open his eyes.

He had fantasized countless times that one day Lin Shuyao would come back to see him, again and again.

He has heard the voice of the master, shocked, distressed, gentle, and still unbelievable, all of which have been imagined in his mind.

When I opened my eyes, there was nothing.

There is not even a trace of Master.

Now, it was the first time he heard Master's voice of despair.

Su Yao bit his lip, the pain and the smell of blood made him wake up a little, stretched out his trembling hand, and stroked Ling Wuzheng's face.

He said: "It's me, it's really me, Wuzheng, you're not dreaming."

Ling Wuzheng opened his eyes. He looked at the person he had been thinking about day and night. When he actually appeared in front of him, the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a faint smile. There was only Su Yao in his eyes.

with satisfaction.

"Great, you're back."

Another five years.

Su Yao's heart hurts unbearably. In the past, Ling Wuzheng cared for him in every possible way, but now just a word can make him so painful that he can't breathe.

He stretched out his hand, held Ling Wuzheng's head, and pressed his forehead against it.

"sorry Sorry sorry……"

No matter how many times he said sorry, it was useless.

Ling Wuzhengsi's face was full of warmth, without any sad expression, he quietly rubbed Su Yao's warm hand when he was touching him, and when he and Su Yao pressed each other's foreheads, his expression was also satisfied.

It was as if, as long as the master appeared, everything he suffered was insignificant.

As long as the master is still by his side.

"I listen to my master very much."

Su Yao said to let him stay in Taiyi Palace, so he stayed in Taiyi Palace.

Tell him to wait for him to come back, and he will wait.

It's all because he didn't do a good job to become what he is now.

He and Lin Shuyao put their heads together and said, "I miss you so much."

"I know." Every time Su Yao said a word, it was extremely difficult.

He trembled, "I have listened to those jade slips..."

It's just that it's five years late.

Ling Wuzheng didn't speak, but looked at the trembling person in front of him, and said in a gentle voice.

"Master, hold me tight."

Without saying a word, Su Yao hugged Ling Wuzheng tightly. He buried his head in Ling Wuzheng's neck, still unable to control his trembling.

Ling Wuzheng's body froze slightly because of Su Yao's movement of hugging him tightly, and Su Yao soon realized that something was wrong.

"What's behind you?!"

He almost propped himself up, and immediately looked behind Ling Wuzheng, but his eyes turned red at the previous glance.

These beasts! !

He saw a hideous scar on Ling Wuzheng's back, and his shoulder blades were pierced by chains. The cold iron chains were actually directly embedded in Ling Wuzheng's body! !

I don't know if the wound was just put on, or it couldn't heal, and it kept bleeding.

If it weren't for the Xuanbing Platform below him supporting Ling Wuzheng, Ling Wuzheng would have been dead already.

"I'll untie it for you, I'll untie it for you, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't matter, it doesn't hurt."

Su Yao frantically wanted to remove all the shackles on Ling Wuzheng, but his body had no spiritual power and he didn't have a key, so he got up and called Jing Yunzhi over to release Ling Wuzheng.

Ling Wuzheng was shocked by Su Yao's sudden movement of leaving him, his pupils shrank sharply, and he said urgently.

"Master, don't go!"

"I'm going to call my brother over and ask him to let you go!"

"Don't go!"

Before Su Yao could stand up, Ling Wuzheng suddenly ignored his body and tugged on the chain with all his strength. The chain jingled, and he fell into madness. He wanted to hug Su Yao tightly, but he was born alive because of the shackles of the chain. was interrupted.

As if he was going crazy, he struggled desperately, and the wound on his body suddenly opened, making it even more tragic!His eyes were bloodshot, staring at Su Yao, wishing he could swallow Su Yao in one gulp and not allow him to leave!

"Don't leave!"

Su Yao didn't expect Ling Wuzheng to react so strongly, he immediately hugged Ling Wuzheng tightly again, trying to comfort the restless Ling Wuzheng, blaming himself and feeling distressed.

"I won't go, I won't go..."

He felt that Ling Wuzheng's body was trembling because of the extreme pain, but he calmed down under control because of his comforting efforts, and he was even more distressed and speechless.

He hugged Ling Wuzheng like this for a long time, and then slowly opened up some distance, his hands didn't dare to retract, and they were still placed on Ling Wuzheng.

"Master, don't go."

After Ling Wuzheng's struggle just now, his body was seriously injured again, and he was extremely weak. Su Yao only cared about appeasing Ling Wuzheng first, and nodded desperately.

Ling Wuzheng was a little dissatisfied with Su Yao's behavior of not hugging him tightly. He wanted to lean over and rub Su Yao's neck, but the chain was not very long. Su Yao was worried that he would pull the wound again, so he took the initiative to lean over, and let Ling Wuzheng Buried on his neck, exhaled hot breath.

"Master, very good."

Ling Wuzheng narrowed his eyes, Su Yao's actions pleased him, but he still couldn't forgive Su Yao's behavior of wanting to leave him just now, he cared too much, and Ling Wuzheng didn't come out of his mad state.

He smelled the nice clean breath on Su Yao, suddenly opened his mouth, and bit Su Yao hard on the neck.

Su Yao almost cried out in pain, but held on tightly.

Then, Ling Wuzheng also felt that he had done too much, and licked the wound he just bitten.

Su Yao trembled a little from being licked by that tongue. After all, the wound that was bitten just hurts when it touches water.

But he didn't dare to disobey Ling Wuzheng, because of the farce just now, Ling Wuzheng's current aura is different from what he just came in, full of tyranny.

It is a sign of demons entering the body.

Ling Wuzheng raised his head and frowned, as if he noticed that something was wrong with Su Yao's body, his red eyes flickered at Su Yao.

Afraid that he would get angry again, Su Yao quickly stretched out her hand to stroke Ling Wuzheng's hair. The snow-white strands hung on both sides of Ling Wuzheng's side, and some of them were stained with blood from Ling Wuzheng's back.

He stroked very gently, and Ling Wuzheng was the only one in his eyes. Although Ling Wuzheng tightened his lips, he was finally lost in Su Yao's comfort.

He likes such a master who puts all his heart and soul on him.

like very much.

"Master, kiss me."

He lowered his head and stared at Su Yao with dark eyes.

Su Yao froze for a moment, and kissed Ling Wuzheng's forehead.

"No, eyes too."

Su Yao kissed Ling Wuzheng's closed eyes.

"nose."

Ling Wuzheng still looked at Su Yao with a gentle tone.

Su Yao kissed Ling Wuzheng's nose.

Finally, Ling Wuzheng pointed to his dry lips, like a child asking for candy, and said:

"Master, there is still here."

Su Yao looked into Ling Wuzheng's deep eyes, and finally silently kissed Ling Wuzheng's thin lips softly.

Ling Wuzheng's lips were very dry, even a little chapped and peeled because of lack of water.

Su Yao lowered his eyes, and withdrew when he touched them.

His voice was hoarse, and he pretended to be calm and said: "I'll pour you a glass of water, your lips are too dry."

Ling Wuzheng looked at Su Yao's downcast eyes, and didn't ask any more.

After a while, he replied: "Okay."

Su Yao got up tentatively, Ling Wuzheng didn't have any special reaction, then Su Yao heaved a sigh of relief and turned around.

There was a teahouse not far from the Xuanbing Terrace, with a teapot and cups on it, filled with high-quality spiritual liquid, which was similar to the scene when he woke up before.

He knew that Ling Wuzheng's eyes were on him like a torch behind him, and as long as he showed the slightest sign of wanting to leave, Ling Wuzheng would definitely break free regardless of his hands and feet being chained.

That scene was too terrifying, Su Yao didn't dare to think about it, nor would he do it.

After pouring a glass of water, he walked back, intending to feed it to Ling Wuzheng.

Ling Wuzheng shook his head, indicating that he didn't want to drink like this.

He said lightly: "Master, feed me yourself."

The tone was the same as the request just now, but there was a trace of temptation in the eyes.

Su Yao was taken aback for a moment, the cup that was sent over was held in the palm of his hand so fiercely.

personally?

He was suddenly a little scared, Ling Wuzheng's inner demon was...

He lowered his head, drank the cup of psychic liquid with his mouth, then put it in his mouth, and let Ling Wuzheng cross it.

Ling Wuzheng didn't make any overstepping movements, just pressed his lips to Su Yao's, drinking the spiritual liquid that Su Yao had passed over.

He drank in a hurry, and in order to catch up with his speed, Su Yao used his tongue to send the liquid in his mouth.

After Ling Wuzheng accidentally touched Su Yao's tongue, he began to kiss Su Yao wantonly. He bit Su Yao's tongue, for fear that Su Yao would not accept his kiss.

Su Yao didn't respond either, but Ren Ling Wuzheng wantonly occupied the space in his mouth, and kissed him lingeringly.

He raised his hand, but never waved it towards Ling Wuzheng.

He almost used up all his stamina to tolerate Ling Wuzheng's actions.

He didn't respond, and Ling Wuzheng was not annoyed. After the kiss, he even bit Su Yao's lips affectionately.

Reluctantly, he said obsessively: "Master, I love you."

This confession, which was five years late, finally opened again at this moment.

He looked at the person in front of him with drooping eyes and said nothing, leaned over affectionately, and once again sucked the soft lips he had tasted just now.

"Master, I love you."

When Su Yao heard this, he just wanted to slap Ling Wuzheng hard.

He wanted to question Ling Wuzheng, did he see clearly?

He is his master, not others...

How did he fall in love with him?

There must be...something wrong.

They are masters and apprentices, and he regards Ling Wuzheng as his apprentice. No one ever said that Ling Wuzheng would fall in love with Lin Shuyao, nor did he as the author.

Only Lin Shuyao loved Ling Wuzheng to the point of death.

Ling Wuzheng will never fall in love with Lin Shuyao...

Why did the atonement he set up turn the cart before the horse.

Su Yao wanted to laugh, but finally shed tears in Ling Wuzheng's tender and sweet kiss.

From beginning to end, he still said the same thing.

sorry……

As a result, Ling Wuzheng's kiss at this moment is too comforting to his anxious mood.

Su Yao stretched out his hand out of nowhere, and hugged Ling Wuzheng. He leaned over and kissed Ling Wuzheng tightly.

But Ling Wuzheng received Su Yao's response, and kissed Su Yao together like a devourer. The two were lingering to death, like a pair of lovers in love, entangled with each other, regardless of each other.

"Master, do you love me?"

Finally, Ling Wuzheng leaned against Su Yao, gently pecking and kissing Su Yao's red and swollen mouth.

Su Yao lowered his eyes from the beginning to the end, and did not avoid Ling Wuzheng's affectionate movements, nor did he answer Ling Wuzheng's questions.

His voice was a little hoarse, and finally he raised his head and smiled, looking at Ling Wuzheng dotingly, the tenderness in his eyes almost drowned him, but there was a desolation in the depths, and his eyes were full of desolation.

"Love."

Your demon is love.

As it happens, so am I.

The author has something to say: You readers always ask me to write about abuse, but it makes me so angry!I am a serious sweet writer!