The master is too sultry, the apprentice is guilty!

Chonghua squatted down, stretched out a white jade-like crystal palm, and held her wrist in his hand. The voice became clearer and more melodious, but Qianyin's heart felt hot when he heard it: "Do you recognize Mozixiu?"

"...Master?"

"Do you recognize it?"

"Yes, yes."

"Remember I mentioned him to you as a teacher? Mozun Mozixiu."

"……Yes."

"Where did you Mosi come from?"

With a light pick by Chonghua, a strand of black hair that was almost invisible to the naked eye wrapped around Qianyin's wrist fell into his palm, and his faint voice was a little erratic: "Mozi's sleeve weapon has black hair, but it is It was sacrificed from a strand of hair from an ancient demon god. Now, this strand of ink hair attached to Mo Zixiu's spiritual consciousness is on your wrist, how do you explain it?"

Qianyin's eyes widened in astonishment, and Mo Zixiu's instructions sounded in her mind: Don't tell others that you have seen me.

Could it be that Brother Mo is really a Demon Lord?And this strand of hair, which is said to be life-saving, is actually part of his weapon?

Chonghua took her reaction into his eyes, sighed in disappointment, and said, "Since you belong to him, go back. You are a mortal, and you can't steal what he wants."

There was no trace of blood on Qianyin's face. Although she didn't understand what he said, but he wanted to drive her away, she heard it clearly: "Master, you want to drive me away?"

"..." Chonghua avoided her clear and helpless eyes, "You and I don't have the fate of master and apprentice."

"Master, I really didn't steal anything, so why don't you believe me!" Qianyin suddenly got up and grabbed his sleeve, too hastily, her mind felt dizzy, and Chonghua subconsciously caught her small body , finally saw the whip wounds on her body, and his eyes narrowed: "Your whip wounds...?"

At this moment, Qianyin couldn't care about the injuries on her body, and only thought that Master was about to drive her away, so her mind went blank and her heart hurt as if someone had pinched her, and she hurriedly said: "Master, this strand of hair Brother Mo gave it to me, I didn't even know he was from the Demon Race, Master, you must trust me!" Qianyin tightly grasped his skirt, as if grasping the only life-saving grass in the waves : "I have never had any relatives. I finally had a master. I don't want to lose...Master, how can you believe that I have nothing to do with the demons? It was really a misunderstanding that I went to the treasure hall today!"

"As a teacher..."

Qianyin felt dizzy for a while, only heard Chonghua say two words, closed her eyes, and passed out.

Before she passed out, she was very sad for herself, wondering if she would be thrown to the foot of the mountain by her master next time she wakes up...

Chonghua was stunned for a moment, and turned the ink hair in his hand into ashes.Let go of her hands that were tightly holding on to his skirt, gently put her on the bed, unbuttoned her clothes, and couldn't help frowning like a distant mountain.

His palm brushed lightly, and those horrible wounds disappeared immediately, leaving only light pink scars.

The scars that could be eliminated by fairy art, Liu Guang saved her and took medicine, but he didn't want to get rid of the scars. He just wanted to show him that one day, he, the disciple of Immortal Zunhua, will be killed by others. Bullied like this...

After thinking about it for a while, Chonghua knew Liu Guang's intentions. The two grew up, and Liu Guang liked to confront each other. Especially after that incident, Liu Guang didn't even bother to look at him.Lived for thousands of years, still does not change its character...

A distant sigh diffused like light smoke, and he gently placed Qianyin on the bed, and covered her with the quilt.