Master will only delay my promotion

Duan Yibai hugged the railing, and kicked Qingyi Xuxu with his foot, "Don't worry about it, just go."

God, he knew he was wrong, he will never pretend to be drunk again, please don't let the master react.

"..." Qing Yi looked at the foot that kept kicking around but couldn't reach the distance, and suddenly felt a little funny.

When Duan Yibai kicked over again, he held the opponent's ankle, Qing Yi took a step forward, and directly lifted Duan Yibai's leg in the air.

"You, you, you, what are you doing?" Duan Yibai was taken aback, his eyes widened a little, "It's against the law to rob civilian men, and I'm still a big girl!"

Feeling that the hand on his ankle seemed to be rubbing gently, Duan Yibai suddenly felt goosebumps all over his body, feeling that he was not clean.

No one told him that Master still has a perverted hobby of touching other people's ankles!

With a faint sigh, Qing Yi pressed Duan Yibai against the railing, with one leg still resting pitifully on Qing Yi's arm.

"Xiaobai, are you still pretending to be drunk with Master when you're sober?" Qing Yi looked down at Duan Yibai who suddenly widened his eyes.

When he held Xiaobai's kicking foot just now, he noticed that Xiaobai's originally confused expression was swept away, and turned into sobriety and surprise.

Helpless and funny, he pretended to be drunk.

Duan Yibai tried to get away with it, but Qingyi said again: "Master will be angry if you lie again."

Well, he stopped pretending, or he would risk being spanked.

Touching the tip of his nose, Duan Yibai sincerely admitted his mistake, and his attitude was so good that he couldn't find any faults.

"The disciple didn't do it on purpose, but he wanted to pretend to be drunk because he was afraid that the master would still be angry." Duan Yibai blinked his big innocent eyes.

Qing Yi was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Xiao Bai, do you still remember what you did before?"

How can you say you remember this kind of thing, Duan Yibai resolutely pretended to have amnesia: "Did the disciple do something bad before, but the disciple has no memory at all."

I don’t remember, Qing Yi narrowed her eyes.

"No, Xiaobai didn't do anything."

"Then...Master, can you put down the disciple's legs first?" Duan Yibai really felt that this posture was too much a test of flexibility.

It's not like he's making noodles, he even stretches them casually.

Hearing this, Qing Yi's eyes fell on the leg crossed in the crook of his arm.

Because of being lifted up, the hem of the clothes slid up, revealing the slender and white legs.Coupled with the red silk thread and golden bell wrapped around the ankle, the visual stimulation is particularly obvious.

The hem of the clothes slid directly to the middle of the thighs, and Qing Yi couldn't help but wonder: Is Xiao Bai not wearing pants?

He stretched out his hand and lifted the hem of Duan Yibai's clothes which was almost unhangable.

"!" Duan Yibai hurriedly protected his own clothes, which were not many, "Master, what are you doing?"

If he was going to die, the master must have been so greedy for his body that he was going to forcefully attack the king.

"Xiaobai, are you not wearing pants?" Qing Yi asked directly.

"Ah?" Duan Yibai didn't turn his head around for a while.

Emotional master, you are acting like you want to snatch a girl from the common people because you are curious about whether I am wearing pants or not?

Qing Yi thought that Duan Yibai's "ah?" meant "ah!", and his expression turned cold immediately.

"Xiaobai, how can you appear in front of others with disheveled clothes?"

Thinking of Xiaobai's previous dance being seen by so many people, Qingyi felt a sense of suffocation that the treasures he had hidden for many years were peeked at by others.

Duan Yibai didn't know why, so he simply lifted the hem of his clothes.A pair of white trousers were shining brightly inside, but they were just cut short for the beauty of dancing.

"How can a disciple be disheveled?"

Thinking of Master's abstinence attribute, Duan Yibai suddenly realized.

After all, the painting last time was just a low skirt, which could be called disheveled by Master.The master who is showing his arms and legs like him is naturally not wearing any clothes here.

Immediately straightened his clothes and tried to pull back his legs to no avail, Duan Yibai could only promise firmly: "Master, don't worry, this disciple already knows that you don't like this kind of dress, so in the future... "

Qingyi's expression softened, thinking that Xiaobai would never dress like this in front of others in the future.

But it turned out that the second half of Duan Yibai's sentence was: "So I will definitely not dress like this in front of Master in the future."

"..." So in Xiaobai's heart, is he the other person?

Immediately, an unknown anger came to his mind, Qing Yi leaned forward, and directly pressed Duan Yibai's entire upper body against the railing.

Waist, waist is about to break.

Duan Yibai felt like a piece of rice cake now, forced to fold it into two pieces, the second half was cut open, and half was raised high.

Fried rice cakes are not as miserable as him.

"Master..." Duan Yibai hissed, "My back hurts... Bah!"

Because of leaning over and bowing his head, a strand of snowy hair from Qing Yi fell on Duan Yibai's face, and it happened to be eaten into his mouth.

Duan Yibai turned his head and kept sticking out his tongue, trying to get the hair out.

Qing Yi stretched out his free hand and pulled out the lock of hair

But he didn't withdraw his hand, he gently stroked Duan Yibai's lips, making the red lips even more red and swollen.

Duan Yibai's heart skipped a beat, Master's action was not due to his overthinking, it really seemed to be...molesting him.

"Master, what are you doing?" Duan Yibai kept turning his head, trying to avoid Qingyi's hand.

"Xiaobai" Qing Yi answered irrelevantly, "We will become Taoist couples when we go back this time."

"..."

Duan Yibai's mind went blank, he knew every word of what the master said, but why couldn't he understand after putting it together.

What does it mean to become a Taoist couple when you go back?

What about the middle process?I'm afraid it wasn't the process of losing 100 million words?

Duan Yibai felt that it was necessary for him to run away overnight, he didn't want to be caught by Master and go back to arrange a marriage.

"Master, are you drunk and talking nonsense?" Duan Yibai laughed dryly, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere.

"I'm not drunk for my teacher." Qing Yi looked down at Duan Yibai.

"The Taoist couple must be two people who like each other, we are not suitable." Duan Yibai still wanted to struggle.

"Xiaobai, you like being a teacher, and you also like Xiaobai as a teacher. This is mutual liking." Qing Yi said lightly.

"But this is not the same liking." Duan Yibai was about to cry, did Master really get spoiled by him tonight, why did he look not very bright.

"Master, your liking for disciples is the kind of elders' liking for younger generations, and the master's liking for disciples. It is different from the liking of Taoist companions."

"And the disciple really doesn't have that kind of thought about you, Master, now it's a pure master-student relationship!"

Duan Yibai, who was still held by his leg, turned on the brainwashing mode.

Qingyi felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell, but his desire to become a Taoist couple with Xiaobai became more and more determined.

He felt that the outrageous things that Xiaobai had done so far were all because of hurting his mind, and it was useless to lose his mind for so many days, so he might as well just become a Taoist couple directly.

And I don't know why, Qingyi feels happy when he thinks that Xiaobai will have another name as his Taoist partner in the future.

"Little Bai, you don't have to worry about being a teacher and going back on your word."

"..." I really hope you go back on your word.

"How about this." Duan Yibai tried to negotiate, "This disciple really wants to do something with Master."

Qing Yi wondered, "What's the matter?"

Duan Yibai licked his lips, and after doing some psychological construction in his heart, he said: "Master, please accept your disciple as a foster son."

"To be honest, this disciple has wanted to be Master's son for a long time, and I look forward to being able to call Master father every day."

He knew that he might be beaten by Master, but he was better than forced to get married.

Qing Yi remained silent for a long time, obviously shocked by Duan Yibai's words.

Duan Yibai took the opportunity to pull back his legs vigorously, and the moment his feet landed on the ground, he felt a sense of security spontaneously.

Sure enough, to be a person has to be down-to-earth, whether it is in the practical sense or in the spiritual sense.

No, because he wanted to use improper means to reach the sky in one step, but now he has suffered retribution.

"Master, what do you think?" Duan Yibai called Qing Yi back to his senses.

"It's not good." Qing Yi's expression was cold, and his tone was also very indifferent.

Although he did take care of Xiaobai as his own child, but he didn't want to hear "father" from Xiaobai's mouth at all.

This difference in seniority made him feel very uncomfortable.

Because of Duan Yibai's astonishing proposal, the previous matter about the Taoist couple was put on hold for the time being.

But this laying aside is only Qing Yi's unilateral opinion. Duan Yibai thought that he had successfully recovered the master's rationality, and that he would stop talking about getting married in the future.

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Today, the two are already on their way back.

"Master, have you gained weight?" The system measured Duan Yibai's weight, and found that the value was indeed a bit larger.

"Damn, I'm really fat!" Duan Yibai thought it was his own illusion, but he didn't expect it to be true.

He said how he felt that the girdle was a little tight when it was buttoned to the innermost side like before.

These days, he really let himself go a little bit. He ate so much that his mouth was full of oil, and he didn't exercise much. It's no wonder he wasn't fat.

Squeezing his waist, Duan Yibai determined to lose weight, his perfect body cannot be defeated by gluttony.

"Xiaobai, here." Qing Yi came back from buying mochi and handed it to Duan Yibai.

"..." Duan Yibai's eyes stuck to the piece of mochi.

Steaming, sprinkled with brown sugar, with the aroma of soybean powder...

"No, Master, you can eat it yourself." Duan Yibai pushed away the piece of mochi with tears in his eyes.

He is an excellent tasker with extraordinary self-control, and he will never let his weight loss plan stop at one glance. It is fragrant, sweet, soft and glutinous, and it will definitely leave a mouthful after eating... Mochi above.

Qingyi was puzzled, "Didn't you say you wanted to eat it, Xiaobai?"

"I can't eat any more." Duan Yibai touched the flesh on his waist again as a warning, heartbroken, "Disciple is getting fat."

"..." Qing Yi glanced at the waist that was still so thin that one hand could wrap it around.

Is this fat in imagination?

Qing Yi doesn't understand Duan Yibai's strictness on body, after all, body is also a very important indicator for taskers.

"Anyway, the disciple can't eat it, Master, you can eat it yourself." Duan Yibai swallowed, and looked away with difficulty not to look at the piece of brown sugar mochi that tempted him to fall.

"You really don't want to eat?" Qing Yi asked.

Duan Yibai firmly said: "Don't eat!"

People who lose weight will never bow to evil forces!

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The author has something to say:

Qingyi: It’s better to grow some meat, especially...there, it’s comfortable to pinch.

Duan Yibai:? ? ? ?what did you omit