My master is clingy

It was the first time for Mu Qinghan to see Jing Feng's aggrieved appearance. Jing Feng's character is too stubborn, and he especially likes to be brave.If you encounter any uncomfortable things, you will know how to hold it in your heart, and don't show any awkwardness.

"Wronged?" Mu Qinghan touched Jing Feng's head, his voice softened unconsciously, "If you feel wronged, then don't hesitate to beat up Master."

Jing Feng snorted from his nasal cavity, and he unceremoniously twisted Mu Qinghan's skin, but unfortunately Mu Qinghan's skin was not much thinner than his body, and Jing Feng couldn't even twist it.

This made Jing Feng's teeth itch with anger, and the attack became even more serious.It's a pity that Mu Qinghan couldn't be hurt, only his own hands were hurt.In a fit of anger, Jing Feng lowered his head and bit Mu Qinghan's chest, which swelled him up.

Mu Qinghan snorted, never expecting that Jing Feng would attack that place.No, to be precise, it should be the mouth.

The swollen spot on the muscular chest was particularly obvious, coupled with Mu Qinghan's disheveled clothes, untied long hair, and slightly frowning brows, he looked a bit embarrassed.

Seeing this, Jing Feng showed a smile on his face, "Master, take good care of your wounds."

After saying that, Jing Feng patted Mu Qinghan's chest meaningfully, causing Mu Qinghan to hiss.

The smile on Jing Feng's face couldn't be suppressed, he glanced at Mu Qinghan's face, then turned and left the open-air bath.

As soon as he left Jing Feng, he quickly changed out of his wet clothes, and he scolded Mu Qinghan in his heart with disgust.After scolding, thinking of Mu Qinghan's appearance just now, he couldn't help laughing again.

Jing Feng knew that he looked really naive now, but he was really relieved.

Every time he wanted to regain some ground with Mu Qinghan, he would piss himself off to death, because there was nothing he could do about Mu Qinghan.

Jing Feng was in a good mood today, he went back to the room humming a little tune.

After all, the space in the Feige is limited, although it has everything that should be there, but the room above it is pitifully smaller than Jing Feng's previous one.

Jing Feng turned over on the soft couch and almost fell off. He moved inside, then lay on his back on the couch, with his hands behind his head and his legs crossed.

After lying down for a while, Jing Feng felt bored, he took out a spiritual fruit from the storage ring, and slowly started to chew it.

In fact, with Jing Feng's current cultivation base, he doesn't need to eat at all, he eats purely because he wants to eat.In the past, even if he wanted to eat a piece of rotten meat, he would fight with others to the death.

With a click, Jing Feng crushed the core of the fruit, and he simply ate the core, anyway, it is a spiritual fruit, and it will turn into spiritual energy after eating.

After eating a few more spiritual fruits, Jing Feng felt drowsy and fell asleep. There seemed to be a figure sitting beside the bed in a daze.

Who else could there be besides his master?But he is too lazy to pay attention to Mu Qinghan now.

I don't know when I will be able to reach Yuezhi Mountain where the mission is located, thinking about Jing Feng's eyes completely closed.

In his sleep, Jing Feng felt a hand gently caressing between his eyebrows, he turned over, trying to avoid this hand, but he couldn't dodge no matter what.

Mu Qinghan looked at Jing Feng's sleeping face and smiled, and he stretched out a finger to rest on Jing Feng's forehead.The golden light entered Jing Feng's body along Mu Qinghan's fingers.

Jing Feng's body is very special, and he has to rely on Mu Qinghan to survive.This is not a good thing for a monk, it is impossible for a person to depend on another person for a lifetime.

"Master is sorry for you." Mu Qinghan leaned over and placed a feather-like kiss on Jing Feng's cheek.

Jing Feng, who was immersed in the dreamland, didn't feel anything, and woke up naturally after falling asleep.

When he woke up, Fei Pavilion had already stopped, Jing Feng sat on the edge of the bed and yawned, his eyes fell on Mu Qinghan.

Mu Qinghan was playing with an exquisitely crafted token in his hand, he stopped when he saw Jing Feng woke up.

"Xiaofeng, you're awake." Mu Qinghan smiled at Jingfeng.

Jing Feng hummed, with no expression on his face, and his attitude seemed very indifferent.

Then he took out the task jade slip that he had received from the Foreign Affairs Hall, which contained the details of the task.In the past two days, Jing Feng didn't read the content of the task. He was given a low-level task, which was usually very simple, and he could just do it casually.

After reading the mission content, Jing Feng put away the jade slips and said to Mu Qinghan, "Master, let's go."

Mu Qinghan stood up and followed behind Jing Feng. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you need Master's help for the task?"

Jing Feng turned his head and glanced at Mu Qinghan, and said indifferently: "No need."

"Oh? Alright. As a teacher, I also want to feel the feeling of being relied on by my disciples."

"Okay." Jing Feng suddenly laughed.

Mu Qinghan was a little surprised, he thought that Jing Feng would wave impatiently as usual to tell him to stay away from him.

"Then master, why don't you help me catch a sea dragon. This disciple has never eaten a sea dragon before." Jing Feng looked at Mu Qinghan with a smile, but it was at least half a month away from the nearest South China Sea, which was clearly making things difficult on purpose. Mu Qinghan.

Jing Feng looked at Mu Qinghan's face, waiting for Mu Qinghan to refuse.

Mu Qinghan raised his hand and swiped, a black gap of more than ten feet appeared beside Mu Qinghan's hand.

"Then Xiaofeng wait for good news from Master." After saying that, Mu Qinghan stepped into the gap that seemed to be able to swallow everything.

Jing Feng stared blankly at the place where Mu Qinghan had just disappeared, and suddenly laughed.

"Hahahaha... What a fool." Although he was smiling, there was no smile in Jing Feng's eyes, instead there was a slight worry.

He kicked a small stool and whispered, "Who cares about this idiot? Hmph."