Demon Lord became my apprentice

Cong Rong returned to the table again, for some reason, she had just drank water, but now she was inexplicably thirsty, picked up the cold tea on the table, drank two cups in a row, and finally relieved the strange feeling a feeling of.

When Cong Rong calmed down, she realized that Cong Yi was still taking a bath. After so long, the water in the tub should be cold.Just when Cong Rong was worried that Cong Yi was too tired and accidentally fell asleep, after a sound of splashing water, Cong Yi was wearing a thin underwear, with long wet hair loose, and bare feet. came out from behind the screen.

It was cold in early spring, no matter how good Cong Yi's physique was, this outfit would catch cold easily.

"Why did you come out without shoes on?" While speaking, Cong Rong got up and went to the cabinet to help him get his coat.

Stepping on the white marble bricks with bare feet, the icy cold feeling spread all over the body along the soles of the feet, coupled with the blessing of the cold water bath, the nameless fire in Cong Yi's heart gradually subsided.

"The shoes are wet." Cong Yi casually found an excuse, strode to the edge of the bed, sat down lazily leaning against the bed, raised his head slightly, and stared at Master intently.

Hearing this, Cong Rong took out another pair of shoes from the cabinet, handed them to Cong Yi together, and said in a warm voice, "Put them on quickly, don't catch a cold."

Cong gave a lazy hum, but didn't reach out to pick it up, "Master, I'm tired, too lazy to move."

Hearing this, Cong Rong sighed helplessly, put the shoes beside the bed, and then spread out his coat to help him put them on.

Cong's long, wet hair was scattered behind his head like a waterfall, and the water droplets silently soaked the clothes on his back.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, can't you even take care of yourself?" Cong Rong said angrily.While talking, he went to help him get a dry cloth towel.

Cong Yi enjoyed Master's care contentedly, without blushing and heartbeat, he said: "Master commands me without giving orders, and I like to be lazy. Therefore, Master should be by my side every day."

"Being lazy is so righteous, it seems that the master didn't teach you well." Cong Rong shook his head funny, and took back the cloth towel that was supposed to be handed to Cong Yi.Cong Rong walked to his side, sat down on the bed bench next to him, wrapped his three thousand blue silks in a white cloth with one hand, and wiped them lightly.

Cong Yi narrowly escaped death tonight, which made Cong Rong a little scared.As a master, Cong Rong can't show this kind of fear on his face, however, the joy buried in his heart and the loss and recovery inadvertently made him more and more unprincipled to spoil his little apprentice.

Cong Yi moved his body, leaning almost his whole body into Cong Rong's arms, "It's because you have confidence."

Cong Rong asked, "What confidence do you have?"

As soon as Cong turned around to look at Cong Rong, a slight smile appeared on his handsome brows, "Of course it's because I am the only apprentice of Master."

I don't know what came to mind, Cong Rong suddenly said: "If the master accepts other apprentices..."

Before Cong Rong finished speaking, Cong Yi interrupted him, his voice was suddenly as cold as ice, "If someone dares to worship Master as his teacher, I won't believe that he can stay longer if I beat him up one by one."

Hearing this, Cong Rong took advantage of the situation and rubbed his head, then smiled helplessly.

As if worried that Master thought he was joking, Cong Yi emphasized very seriously: "Master, I mean the truth."

Cong Rong hummed lightly, and said, "Master knows."

After finishing speaking, Cong Rong wrapped his hands around Cong Yi's shoulders, turned him back, and continued to help him brush his hair.

"Master, why did you suddenly appear there tonight? Did you come to Daxing City before?" Cong Yi turned back to look at Cong Rong again, staring at him with burning eyes, with some anticipation hidden in his deep voice, "Did you come to see me?"

"..." Cong Rong was silent for a moment, then looked into Shang Cong's bright eyes, and said guiltily, "It just so happens that I have to come to Daxing City to deal with something."

"Oh." Cong Yi let out a sigh of disappointment, and asked, "When is Master planning to leave?"

It is not yet clear who sent those demon killers, which means that Cong Yi is likely to be in danger anytime and anywhere. In this case, Cong Rong will naturally not leave.However, Cong Rong didn't want Cong Yi to worry too much because of this, so he said: "The matter is not over yet."

A gleam flashed in Cong Yi's beautiful eyes, "Then can the master not leave after finishing his work? Accompany me to take part in the examination, and it won't be too late to go back together."

Cong Rong looked deeply into Cong, and asked without answering, "Cong Yi, can Master ask you a question?"

Cong Yi didn't understand, so he said, "What's the problem? Whatever Master wants to know, Cong Yi will tell Master."

Cong Rong thought for a moment, then asked solemnly: "Do you like cultivating immortals?"

Hearing this, Cong Yi couldn't help being stunned, since childhood, even though the master and the apprentice knew that the master was actually a fairy master, the master could always deceive himself and pretend that everything didn't exist. In the past 15 years, this is the first time that the master has mentioned the matter of cultivating immortals in front of him without any shyness. Cong thought about it, not knowing what the master meant.

Looking at the master's eyes as calm as water, Cong Yi's chaotic thoughts gradually calmed down, no matter what the master wanted to do, Cong Yi decided to confess to the master.

"Master, I don't want to make you unhappy, but I know that Master must be asking the truth because he wants to hear the truth." Cong paused, and replied solemnly: "Although I don't know why, but I seem to be born with an inclination towards immortals." It's very sensitive."

After finishing speaking, Cong Yi slowly raised his hand, snapped his fingers lightly, and all the candles in the room were extinguished in a flash.

Caught off guard and plunged into the darkness, everything in the world was annihilated in an instant, but Cong Rong's heart that had been buried by him all the year round seemed to have glimpsed the dawn and suddenly lit up.It turned out that Cong Yi played self-deception with him for so many years just because he didn't want to make him unhappy.

Cong Yi's talent in cultivating immortals, his intentionally suppressed preferences, and his step-by-step path to the imperial examination... Only then did Cong Rong realize how selfish he was as a master.

After a crisp sound, the candles in the house lit up again.The moment the fire went out, Cong Rong thought a lot, looked at Cong Yi, and said very seriously: "Master understands your thoughts."

Seeing Master's serious face, the clueless Cong Yi couldn't help feeling a little worried, and called out in a low voice, "Master."

Cong Rong didn't explain, but said: "Wait until tomorrow, after tomorrow, Master will definitely give you an explanation."

Cong Yi didn't ask any more questions, and nodded slightly.

When Cong Rong wiped Cong's hair, he used some spiritual energy, and his hair was dry after a while.Cong Rong put the cloth towel aside, fetched Sanhua hemostatic ointment, said: "Take off your clothes, Master will apply the ointment for you."

After finishing speaking, the image of taking a bath just now flashed through Cong Rong's mind, and the tips of his ears turned red uncontrollably.Fortunately, Cong Yi had already turned around and didn't notice his embarrassment, Cong Rong secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Cong Yi took off his clothes obediently, most of the wounds on his body were on his back, besides, there were also a few bloodstains that were not deep or shallow on his arms.

Cong Rong dipped some ointment on his fingertips, and gently applied it on his wound in circular motions.

The ointment is cold and cold, and the master's fingertips are warm and dry. Two completely different feelings are superimposed on Cong Yi's body, as if a handful of dry firewood is thrown into the embers that have temporarily died down. He made a comeback again, and even the faint pain from the wound turned into inexplicable excitement. At this moment, Cong Yi felt the impulsion that was almost unstoppable very clearly.

Cong Rong focused on helping him with the medicine, without knowing anything about it.At this moment, Cong turned around suddenly, grasped his wrist, and in the flickering light and shadow, Cong Rong seemed to see a trace of danger in his black and white eyes.

Cong Rong was about to speak, when Cong Yi's big hand holding his wrist suddenly exerted force, caught off guard, a force so powerful that he could not resist directly brought him to the bed.In the next moment, Cong leaned over on top of him.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Cong Rong saw that Cong Yi's clear water eyes gradually became dim.A thought flashed through Cong Rong's mind for no reason, and before he could think about it, Cong opened his mouth first, and his coquettish and angry tone perfectly covered up all the unusual things, "It hurts, don't apply it, and go to sleep."

After all, Cong lay down as if venting his anger, but because of too much force, the wound on his back hit the bed board, and subconsciously let out a gasping sound, "Hiss..."

The doubts in Cong Rong's heart gradually dissipated, and he asked with concern: "Did the wound open?"

While speaking, Cong Rong wanted to sit up.Unexpectedly, Cong took a step ahead of him, a carp jumped up from the bed, quickly turned over and lay on the bed, one hand rested on Cong Rong's collarbone, just imprisoning him on the bed.

Cong Rong who couldn't move: "..."

Cong Yi said in a rascal way: "Master hurt me just now, so I can't sleep now, I need Master to coax me."

After listening to the first half of the sentence, Cong Rong felt a trace of apology just now, but after hearing the second half of the sentence, it disappeared in an instant.

Cong Rong said: "May I ask how old you are?"

Cong Yi replied confidently, "Fifteen, Master can't even remember my age, so he punished Master to coax me for two nights."

Cong Rong: "..."

Seeing the master's delay in answering, Cong Yi wrapped his hands and feet around the master like a dodder flower, "I don't care, if the master doesn't agree, don't think about leaving."

Cong Rong was amused by his childish side, and joked, "What? Do you want to do it?"

Cong Yi was suddenly excited, "Can you?"

Looking at the starlight shining in his eyes, Cong Rong suddenly felt that there was something abnormal about this apprentice, so he stretched out his hands and pushed his hands and feet away from his body, and said in a cold voice on purpose: "I'm guilty next time? Huh?"

Seeing this, Cong Yi was disappointed and aggrieved, "Apprentice dare not."

Cong Rong got off the bed, stroked his robe, and strode towards the door.

"Master," Cong Yi said nervously, "Where is Master going at such a night?"

Cong Rong said, "Ask Xiaoer to change the water."

"Huh?" Cong Yi's mood fluctuated, "Master, are you leaving?"

Cong Rong said solemnly: "You have only been away for a few days, and you have not learned well. Tonight, if Master just leaves like this, and we meet again next time, how many 'surprises' will you give Master?"

Cong Yi followed the example of kindness, and immediately admitted his mistake: "What Master taught me is that Master's disciple Zhang Jiakang is always thinking about taking me out to fool around when Master is not around."