Demon Lord became my apprentice

Unknowingly, Cong Yi and Master tossed and tossed the whole night, and at dawn, Master was so tired that he fell into a drowsy sleep.

Cong Yi hugged the sleeping Master in his arms, and covered their bodies together with a thin coat. The clothes that were originally spread under the two of them had already become messy.

Cong Yi looked at Master's sleeping face affectionately, and caressed Master's tight face with his slender fingers one after another. His heart couldn't restrain his emotion, and he couldn't help but approach again, and gently kissed Master's face. He kissed his moist lips, carefully tossing and turning.

Master didn't sleep for long before he was woken up by the biological clock.After being drunk, he had a slight headache, and the master frowned uncomfortably, trying to lift his heavy eyelids.The soft morning light shone into his eyes little by little, like sparkling waves, which was too beautiful to behold.

"Master, good morning." As soon as he spoke, Cong Yi's deep voice became somewhat hoarse, charming and sexy.

The scene in front of him was hazy, and even Cong Yi's face seemed to be covered with a layer of halo, making it hard to see clearly.The master blinked vigorously, and the surrounding scenery gradually became clear. The morning light, the wilderness, the grass...everything seemed strange and unfamiliar. The master's brain was not fully awake, and he didn't know if he was still in a dream.

Seeing the master's confused expression, like a ignorant deer, not to mention how cute, Cong leaned forward and kissed the corner of the master's ruddy mouth like a dragonfly.

Cong Rong was shocked, his pupils widened unconsciously, and he sat up abruptly.The coats covering the two of them slipped off, and Cong Yichi Guo's body caught his eyes unexpectedly. On the white skin, the red marks were like plum blossoms blooming in the white snow, which was shockingly beautiful.Immediately afterwards, Cong Rong saw two pairs of long legs tightly intertwined like vines, and underneath were messy clothes and a large water stain that was hard to ignore.

Cong Rong's brain buzzed, and his whole body seemed to be struck by lightning, and the blood in his whole body froze, and he froze there completely.

Cong Yi didn't expect such a big reaction from Master, so he tentatively asked, "Master, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with you? I'm sorry, Cong Yi was too rude last night."

Hearing this, Cong Rong's heart seemed to have stopped beating, and it took him a while to find his own voice, and he stumbled and said: "Yesterday, last night, me, me and you, you..."

Cong Rong couldn't continue speaking, her heart was shaking.

"Master, don't you remember?" Cong Yi muttered in frustration at first, and then deliberately pretended not to care, "It's okay, it's okay if Master doesn't remember what happened last night. Enough. In the future, there will be many more days like this, so don’t rush for a while.”

Cong Rong pinched her palm hard, trying to prove that this was just a dream, a nightmare.It's a pity that the severe pain really reminded him that all this was not a dream.

Cong Rong secretly took a deep breath, stabilized his trembling heart, and said in a deep voice: "Cong Yi, what happened last night should not have happened. Master did something wrong when he got drunk, please forget it all, and don't bring it up again. "

While speaking, Cong Rong gritted her teeth and stood up, found a piece of clothes from the Qiankun bag and put it on indiscriminately, and stepped forward to leave here.

Cong Rong just took a step, and his wrist was pinched by a huge force. If he was not a cultivator, Cong Rong would have doubted whether his wrist would be crushed directly.

Cong Yi stood behind Cong Rong, looking at his tall and straight figure, with a trace of pain in his eyes, "Shouldn't it happen? Don't mention it again? Master, Cong Yi likes you and wants to be with you, it's wrong ?"

Just now, Cong Rong's mind was in a mess, he only thought what happened last night was his impulse after drinking, and he didn't have time to think about it.Now, he finally realized that Cong Yi was not drunk, yet he still did this kind of thing with him.

It's not that Cong Yi didn't say that he likes it before, but in Cong Rong's eyes, the so-called liking means juniors to elders, or friends to friends, or even what Cong Yi often talks about, who likes to eat meat That kind of liking, never thought that Cong's liking for him would be a liking that surpassed the friendship between master and apprentice.

Cong Yi's sudden confession made Cong Rong completely confused and confused.Apart from being his apprentice, Cong Yi is also his nephew, although not many people in the world know about it.However, as soon as Cong Rong thought about what happened last night, he felt guilty, as if he had committed some unforgivable mistake, waiting for the trial in silence, Cong Rong felt that he was about to suffocate, and there was only one thing left in his mind. The idea is that this matter must not be allowed to continue to develop.

Cong Rong turned his back to Cong Yi, and said resolutely in an indifferent tone never before: "Not only is it wrong, but it is also outrageous. Cong Yi, I am your master, and I raised you since childhood. It's just a matter of dependence."

Hearing this, Cong Yi felt a pain in his heart, smiled wryly twice, and the corners of his eyes seemed to glide, "Master, do you still remember the day when I went to Beidu Prefecture to participate in Qiu Wei last year, and Master ran into Zhang Jiakang and Luo Xing visiting the brothel?"

Cong Rong didn't know why Cong Yi suddenly mentioned this, subconsciously turned around and looked at him.

"That day, I was actually inside. It was also that day that I finally solved the problem that has troubled me for many years. What kind of liking do I have for Master?" Cong Yi looked straight into Cong Rong's eyes , and said word by word: "My love for Master is the kind of love that I think about day and night, and want to possess crazily."

Cong Rong seemed to be scalded by the scorching flames in Cong's eyes, his heart constricted suddenly, and an indescribable dull pain spread all over his body, making it almost difficult for him to breathe.

As soon as Cong took a step forward, the emotion hidden in the bottom of his eyes was ready to come out, so strong that it seemed to melt Cong Rong's whole body in it, "I'm not sure if Master likes me as much as I like him, so I put my own I like to hide it carefully, and try my best to control my impulse, even if Master never knows that I like him so much, as long as I can stay with Master forever, I will be very satisfied."

The more Cong Yi told himself how much he liked him, the more Cong Rong's heart ached. He felt as if he had suddenly fallen into a swamp. His instinct told him that he should try his best to climb up desperately. out of the swamp.However, somewhere in the dark, there seems to be a mysterious force that even he himself does not understand, dragging him down and sinking continuously.

Cong Rong gritted her teeth to relieve the severe heartache, pretending to be calm and said: "Cong Yi, you need to calm down now."

Master is a star in the sky, before Cong Yi never dared to hope to pluck the stars.Last night, the master's response to him was too unexpected, which made him ecstatic. After experiencing such a profound integration of body and mind, Cong Yi didn't believe that those charming, lingering, lingering, lingering. He insisted: "I can wait until the master remembers everything about last night, until the master puts down all his worries and sees his heart clearly."

The alcohol dissipated, and the madness of last night gradually outlined a vague outline in Cong Rong's mind.However, Cong Rong at this moment is like a timid person standing on the edge of a cliff, eager to try extreme sports. Said in an extremely indifferent tone: "Tonight, you move back to your bedroom."

After finishing speaking, without giving Cong a chance to speak, he brushed away Cong Yi's hand with spiritual power, and Yu Jian left.

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