The boy said "yes".

He raised his eyes and looked into the distance, his voice hidden in the breeze, clear and clear.

"I know."

"Why did the benefactor indulge him in such a relationship?" The woman became excited.

At first, she thought that Tongtong’s master had passed away, and she remembered and loved her in her heart, but she didn’t expect that she was still there.

It would be fine if you are both men.

But, how can Master be his disciple’s lover?

No one dares to accept this in the mortal world.

"He likes me, and I like him too, why can't he indulge him?"

The boy tilted his head, wondering about her reaction, and was very puzzled.

Do you think his appearance is inappropriate, or do you think they are not worthy of liking each other before?

The woman said apologetically: "Tongtong has never experienced the influence of cultivation since she was a child and does not understand anything about this."

"The relationship between you is contrary, and that kind of relationship should not appear."

"I beg my benefactor to dispel such an idea and allow Tongtong to grow up safely."

The boy smiled evilly, "You are his mother, I won't say bad things."

"But, I want to tell you that he is mine and will never escape in his life."

"Time will witness true feelings, care about this and that, in the end, you will get nothing."

"You forgot, in the wooden house, what did you talk to him?"

"You said it yourself, don't care about worldly opinions. Why are you denying your own words now?"

The woman was so stuck in these words that she couldn't speak, and the woman lowered her head in shame.

Her starting point is good, but her thinking still can't jump out of the rigid part.

In the past, she was smoothed out and always shrank.

Now that she is experiencing a new life, she can’t let her current children end up regretfully.

Let’s just master and apprentice.

Just love each other safely.

The woman rested her heart for "breaking up the couple", "What the benefactor said is right, caring so much is the least effective.

After pausing, he felt a little embarrassed, "Then... the future of Tongtong will be left to his benefactor to take care of."

"nature."

The boy bent his eyes happily, "I like him very much, I will definitely not let him down."

The woman was relieved to get the promise.

"Does my benefactor want to go in and see Tongtong? Tongtong misses you very much and she even cried just now."

It’s not a heart-wrenching cry, it’s a depressed cry that collapses to the extreme.

"Wait for two more days and you will appear like this, without a sense of surprise."

A trace of fun flashed in the boy's eyes, and it was soon covered by coldness. "Please keep my existence secret. When it's time to come out, I will come out on my own initiative."

The woman responded quickly, "Okay."

Little did he know that Shen Juntong, who was sold by his mother, sneezes suddenly.

Almost popped from the bed to the ground.

He touched his nose, then pressed his arm to his chest, carefully protecting the fragrance of peach blossoms stained in front of his chest between the clothes.

The clear fragrance of peach blossoms was exactly the same as that of Master, and he couldn't bear to leave the smell dissipated.

He began to think of his master again.

All the time.

—

Shen Juntong lay on the bed for three days for the fragrant peach blossom fragrance on his chest.

He didn't get out of bed until he couldn't smell it, and he got out of the cabin.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw the woman wiping sweat, busying herself.

"Mom, why are you chopping wood? I'll do these swear words."

Shen Juntong quickly grabbed the tool and let the woman rest with force.

The woman felt warm in her heart, "Then Tongtong, be careful, don't cut her fingers."

"Don't worry, mom, I've been doing this kind of rough work for almost ten years, and nothing will happen."

Shen Juntong patted his chest and said with promise.

He repeatedly promised that the woman was relieved.

Shen Juntong began to chop firewood.

"Pu--"

Chopped in half.

A pile of firewood was chopped in a short while.

Shen Juntong stared at the chopped firewood and thought of the candy-knitted man in the mortal world and carvings.

Can he carve the appearance of his master?

In this way, he can look at his master forever.

Think about doing it.
Chapter completed!