Chapter 327
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In this trip to the mystic realm, Honesty Sect achieved unprecedented success. It was different from other sects who gained a lot of spirit herbs and resources. The disciples of Honesty Sect brought back … a pile of demon cores.
Lou Hong looked at the mountain-like demon cores handed over by the disciples, and his mouth twitched. He had the illusion that his own disciples cleared the mystic realm of all demon beasts. After checking the demon cores and making sure there was no aura harmful to cultivation. He waved his hand, and asked the disciples to keep the demon cores.
Yi Qing was indeed the disciple of a Supremacy. The number of demon beasts his team gained was more than all the disciples who went in for training over the years. It was even more than ten times that of his adult son Lou Tao's team.
Lou Tao was very sad about this. He wanted to pick up demon cores with Little Uncle-Master! But his father insisted that he lead another team! They already got a lot of demon cores this time, okay? He was not the first hero, but the second.
Lou Tao was a little upset. What made him even more upset was … After the disciples who followed Little Uncle-Master's team came back, most of their cultivation actually increased. Even those who did not, their swordsmanship improved a lot. Little Uncle-Master even formed his core directly.
So, Lou Hong turned around and locked his son in the sword array without a word. Look at him!
To Yi Qing, forming a core was no different from meditating and drawing Qi into his body. There was not even a lightning bolt, and his Golden Core was formed. But Lonemoon casually attracted a few bolts of lightning beside him, saying that it was just for show, and also to tell everyone that he formed his core.
He looked at the Golden Core inside his body, and suddenly a feeling of uncertainty arose in his heart. He frowned, as if thinking of something, and a look of confusion flashed across his face.
So, that night …
Shen Ying looked at the person beside the bed, and sighed deeply. "Sending supper?"
"…" Shaking his head.
"Sending drinks?"
"…" Still shaking his head.
"Sending fruits?"
"…" Still shaking his head.
"Trying out new dishes?"
"…" Still shaking his head.
"Oh." Shen Ying pulled the blanket and lay down again, continuing to sleep.
Ten minutes later …
The blanket was lifted, and Shen Ying sat up directly.
"Chef!"
"Master?"
"I really can't sleep with you staring at me like this. What is it? Can you just say it? "
Yi Qing's expression darkened and he lowered his head slightly. Something flashed across his eyes and he took a step forward. His eyes seemed to hide a vast ocean. After hesitating for a while, he asked, "Master, back then … why did you accept me as your disciple?"
"Huh?" Shen Ying turned around and blurted out, "You know how to cook." Was that so hard to understand?
It was an expected answer, but Yi Qing still felt relieved. He stepped forward and asked anxiously, "What else?"
"That's it?" Disciples and whatnot were very troublesome!
"Is that so?" His face darkened.
"Is there anything else?" She really wanted to sleep.
The turbulence in Yi Qing's eyes slowly calmed down. He focused on the person in front of him. A moment later, the corners of his mouth lifted to reveal a smile. "That's all. Actually, I haven't seen Master for a whole month. I'm worried about how Master is doing these days, so I came to see."
"Oh." Shen Ying tilted her head and looked at the young man in front of her. Her expression darkened. "So you stared at me for three nights?"
"…" Yi Qing was stunned. He sat down on the edge of her bed. His expression darkened. "If I don't see Master … I can't be at ease." He felt as if she would disappear in the blink of an eye. His expression softened. Then he added, "And … Master often kicks the blanket in the middle of the night. I … I …"
His expression was conflicted. It was obvious that he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it.
It made people … want to bully him for no reason.
Shen Ying's expression darkened. The urge to bully a little child emerged in her heart once again. Suddenly, she leaned forward towards the person beside the bed. She was so close that she was almost touching him. "I say, Little Chef, do you know that it's very dangerous to run to the bed of an older single woman in the middle of the night!"
Shen Ying's sudden approach startled Lonemoon. Her warm voice swept across his face. Instantly, he felt his face heating up. His heartbeat quickened. His eyes widened as he subconsciously replied, "Wh … What … Danger?"
"You want to know?" Shen Ying leaned even closer to him. She stared at his entire face, which was dyed red.
"… Think … think about it?"
"Oh." Shen Ying suddenly reached out and pulled his collar forward. Then, with a flip of her body, she threw the person in front of her onto the bed. She turned around and pressed on top of him. She sat on top of him. Who asked you to send yourself to me!
With a swoosh, she pulled open the clothes in front of his chest and pressed one hand against his burning chest. Her eyes narrowed into a line. She smiled like a big bad wolf. "There's a danger of losing your virginity ~ ~ ~"
Yi Qing's entire body froze. His mouth was slightly agape as he looked at the person in front of him. He couldn't react for a long time. Until Shen Ying's hand slid down from his chest. With an evil smile, she slowly moved to the belt at the side of his waist.
He trembled. Subconsciously, he grabbed her hand.
Shen Ying didn't move again. She just narrowed her eyes and looked at him.
"Mas … Master?"
"What? I changed my mind. I want to go back to sleep. "
"No … no."
"Huh?"
"I often heard people say … that I'm a human cauldron that Master has been raising since I was young. I didn't believe it in the past. But now … it's really … really? "
"What?"
"No matter what Master does, disciple is willing. It's just that I've never learned it … disciple doesn't know how. "
"…"
"Master, my heart is beating so fast. Is this normal?"
"…"
"Master, human cauldron … how do you do it?"
She looked at the person in front of her. His face was pure and sincere. He was looking at her with trust. Shen Ying felt that her conscience was being hit hard. Each hit was heavier than the last. Instantly, all the mischievous thoughts that had accumulated in her heart, and the half a bit of eagerness to try it out, were all gone.
Suddenly, she remembered that the person under her was still a 16-year-old young man. The heart of the old auntie who teased fresh meat was broken.
She completely … could not … do it!
The corner of her mouth twitched. She turned and rolled to the bottom of the wall. Her back was facing the person behind her. She even purposely arched her body like a shrimp. She arched a certain someone outwards. Her entire person was exuding a decadent aura.
"Master."
"Sleep!"
"Oh."
A while later …
"Master …" A careful voice. "You … Have you finished plucking? Actually … "She felt that something was wrong.
"Shut up!"
"Oh."
Another while later …
"Mas … ter?" An even more careful voice. "Actually, I can still take it. Why don't … you pluck again?"
"Scram!"
Shen Ying couldn't take it anymore. She kicked the person on the bed off.
Chef who had lost his memory wasn't cute at all!
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