"Master."

When Zhuchen knocked on the door, Feng Buye had already taken off his coat and was ready to rest. Hearing the sound, he put on his clothes again and went over to open the door.

The two stood inside and outside, looking at each other, and neither of them spoke.

Feng Buye's expression was slightly different from usual. His eyes fell on her face with a strange and inquiring look. Sometimes he looked thoughtful, and sometimes he seemed to be doubting himself.

Zhuchen thought he was talking about words, found him a place on the stairs, and said with a smile: "I'll have a cup of tea."

She crossed Feng Buye and walked in with familiarity. Just as she lifted the kettle on the table, a pair of hands pressed down from it, placing a cold touch on the back of her hand.

Feng Buyi said coldly and disapprovingly: "Cold tea hurts the stomach."

Zhuchen paused for a second and continued to pick up the kettle: "Remember, it's just cold water, not tea."

Feng Buye: "Cold water can also hurt the stomach."

Feng Buye actually has a day to stay healthy?

Zhuchen blinked in surprise and put the things back on the table.

But she didn't drink water, and the situation became awkward again. She had to look around to pass the time. Her eyes were wandering, and she suddenly met Shangfeng Wuye's eyes. Without thinking, she said out of nowhere: "I'm really thirsty today."

After saying that, he felt strangely angry, but he was not really thirsty. He coughed dryly and tried to fool him into pretending that nothing had happened. However, Feng Buye took the teapot on the table, placed it in the palm of his hand, and used fire spells to heat it.

I listened to the gurgling sound of bubbles rolling in the pot in the morning. Soon, hot air floated out from the narrow mouth of the pot. When the clay pot lid of the kettle was pushed up and down by the hot air, the contents should be filled with water.

When it started boiling, Feng Buye poured the water to her and said good-naturedly: "Drink."

His actions made Zhuchen feel that he was being careless. Why did he have to come here to drink a cup of hot water?

She touched the wall of the cup with her fingers, and it was really hot and painful. She said with emotion: "Master treats me so well."

After she finished speaking, her face darkened, and she added: "Master treats several of his disciples very well, and he is also willing to teach fellow disciples, but he never takes it personally."

After she finished speaking, she pinched the edge of the cup, picked it up and took a sip.

The water was not sweet at all. After boiling, it had a dry taste as it flowed down her throat. Especially because it was extremely hot. She accidentally scalded a bubble in her mouth, and her throat felt as if it had been cut with a knife.

, with a stinging pain.

Zhuchen opened his mouth and took a breath of hot air, not daring to expose the stupidity of his move. He swallowed his cry of pain and held back some tears in his eyes.

Feng Buye's figure flashed, and Bai Yi turned to face her.

Zhuchen covered her head and tilted her head, trying to avoid his sight. However, a pair of hands took the lead to hold her shoulders, telling her to stay in place.

The emotions in Feng Buye's voice were complicated and difficult to understand. It sounded deep and deep: "If Master is no longer here..."

Why does Zhuchenxin say it again? No wonder some people can make a will a hundred and eighty times before they die. Do they feel that King Yama is constantly circling in front of their door?

Feng Buye continued: "I was joking with you last time."

Zhuchen raised his head blankly: "Ah?"

Feng Buye's hand had touched her face, trying to wipe away the few tears from the corners of her eyes.

"So you don't have to feel sorry for me."

Zhuchen almost sucked back his tears, but felt sorry for Feng Buye's tenderness, so he squeezed them out again.

Feng Buye looked at her and felt that she was suffering and depressed.

Since Pu Feng came out, he has been practicing in seclusion for a long time. Feng Changyin is still young and his temperament is out of control. Faced with such a big change, Zhuchen not only has to take the lead alone, but also doesn't even have anyone who can talk to him.

It was also the bone-carving knife of suffering that suddenly transformed her whole being, thousands of miles away in an instant, the change was so fast that he could not believe it.

It was as if yesterday she was just a child who needed to rely on him and act coquettishly with him. Today, she is like a giant stone that has been tempered over thousands of times. She has an indestructible perseverance and can stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

Feng Buye has always been resolute in his determination and never regrets the decisions he has made. The original thought of becoming a demon and dying was just because he had spent his entire life unable to see the true path, and he had some regrets. Human life and death are of great significance to him.

It is like the passing of wind and sand, it is a natural change, and it has always been regarded as ordinary. But at this time, a feeling of sadness arose in my heart for no reason.

He couldn't see what kind of person Zhuchen would become in the future. This sudden thought made him realize that he felt reluctant to let go.

He quickly suppressed these distracting thoughts and thought of going somewhere further away.

The demonic energy will erode in the coming days, and Chaowen doesn't know what kind of difficulties he will face. At least Zhuchen's worries should be eliminated, leaving her with some peace in the world, so that he can live his life again in vain.

Feng Buye thought about this, and touched Zhuchen's head gently, his eyes became softer, and he said with a smile: "Master will know how to stay with you all the time." But soon, you won't be needed anymore.

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Ye Qing and others were waiting in the courtyard, getting more energetic as they washed several pots of vegetables, but Liang Hongluo didn't come for a long time, and they felt bored.

When the moon turned over and was about to set on the other side, a ray of purple light with a hint of red pierced the sky like a thunderbolt and shot straight down from the clouds.

The steward saw it and screamed in surprise. He raised his hands and was speechless. He watched helplessly as the bolt of lightning struck directly in his courtyard.

Fortunately, there was no real flash of lightning. After taking a closer look, I realized that it was actually a person.

This man was surrounded by a chilling cold wind. As soon as he appeared, even the flowers and trees planted in the altar withered a lot.

Liang Hongluo's eyes were scarlet, and he was like a murderous god on earth. He shocked the steward and others of the inn to the spot, and they were trembling all over.

He glanced at the courtyard and found no one. His voice suddenly sounded like ice, and he shouted one by one: "Where is Zhuchen?"

Ye Qing pointed upward, and without waiting for any explanation, Liang Hongluo grabbed the sword and ran away.

The steward finally found his voice after a long while, and said angrily: "This man is amazing..."

Ye Qing also felt that the situation was not good.

When he attacked the capital, Liang Hongluo had an attitude of "the world has nothing to do with me." At that time, Ye Qing felt that people like him were extremely terrifying. He had no worries and no need for money. Nothing in the world could

Make him shrink back in fear.

Now he found that he was wrong.

Anger is indeed a very lethal weapon.

Ye Qing asked cautiously: "Which of you reported the letter to Mr. Dao? What strange words did you say?"

The demon cultivator brothers said one after another: "How could I say strange things? I will never do anything to stir up trouble!"

Everyone's eyes were wandering, and they saw shamelessness similar to their own in the dozens of pairs of twinkling eyes, and understood that something was wrong.

Thinking about Liang Hongluo, he was originally staying at the Demon Cultivator, explaining trivial matters to the Demon Cultivators, but soon he received a letter from his subordinates, most of which contained -

"Your sister ran away."

"Your little sister is going to follow suit and run away overnight."

"We are going to run away today."

"They live next door at night."

"..."

They were on their way very fast. Liang Hongluo had been depressed for a whole day, and he was afraid his head would explode.

Ye Qing shuddered, feeling that he had to avoid this battlefield, otherwise the smoke would choke people. He ignored the obstruction of the steward and others, and said with righteousness that he would go out to suppress the bandits for them.

The steward understood that this was all an unfounded disaster, and intuitively felt that the few people above might be much more dangerous than the gangsters outside. He changed his appearance, hugged Ye Qing's arm and said, "Take us together! I will show you the way!"

Ye Qing fished them out and threw a few talismans nearby to avoid harming the fish.

Liang Hongluo went straight to the third floor and followed the light to find the occupied guest room. First, he used his last gentleness to push open the door of a room and found that there was only Liao Liaoyun and a milk baby inside.

Liao Lioyun was eating Tongguo and silently pointed him the way. Liang Hongluo was furious in an instant, blood rushed to his forehead, and his reason was completely wiped out.

He gritted his teeth, as if he was carrying a huge stone, slowly turned around, stepped towards the next door step by step, then raised his foot and kicked hard, breaking the door to pieces along with the frame.

Amidst the flying sawdust, he saw the thief Feng Buye from the chaotic shadow, secretly taking advantage of his little sister.

Seeing Liang Hongluo appear, Zhuchen thought he was in an extremely real nightmare and was so frightened.

The next second, she wished that this was really a dream.
Chapter completed!