Qingzi also corrected her color, and she said, "Why did he become so powerful?!"

Ci Yuehua said: "Not only powerful, but also very fast!"

The two returned to the room, and Qingzi sat next to Ci Yuehua and asked him, "What did Shizun say?"

"When I met him a year ago, he wasn't that good!"

Qingzi's eyes widened, "Are you saying that he grew up in this year's time? Could it be that he practiced your essence blood?"

Ci Yuehua shook her head and said, "I don't know, but there seems to be no other explanation other than this." It's just that I don't think that one drop of essence blood can make him so powerful. ”

Qingzi gritted his teeth and said, "It seems that he also has secrets there." ”

The two of them were speechless for a moment, and suddenly Qingzi looked at Ci Yuehua fixedly and said: "Master, the disciple has always only known that you hate the hanging pot cave and the water Yiren, but I don't know the reason, why don't you tell the disciple?"

Ci Yuehua glanced at her, looked at her dog-legged appearance, and suddenly remembered that she had snubbed herself, disliked herself, didn't pay attention to herself at all, and flirted with other men, provoking rotten peach blossoms.

Being interrupted by this, he even forgot that he was angry, and suddenly picked up his previous momentum again, looked at Qingzi coldly, and said without emotion: "You want to know?"

Qingzi didn't know why he was suddenly unhappy, but he still nodded and said, "The disciple wants to know, not only this matter, but the disciple is very interested in all the experiences of the master, and he also wants to know." ”

Qi Yuehua twisted his head to the side, and snorted in his heart: Don't think that I will forgive you if you say that! He said coldly: "But I don't want to say it now." ”

Qingzi hurriedly turned her head in front of Ci Yuehua, looked at him and said, "Why, you don't want to say it now, so when will you tell me?"

At this moment, the two were very close, and they could feel the intertwining of the breath between each other, Ci Yuehua was stunned, and immediately twisted his head away after reacting, hiding the flush that had just risen on his face, and then snorted viciously, with a sense of annoyance and anger.

Qingzi was still secretly paying attention to the beauty of the master's prosperous life, but when she saw that the other party turned her head, she was still regretting that she could hear the resentful "hum" in her heart.

She suddenly understood that this was Shizun telling herself that he was angry with herself.

Then he put his head in front of Ci Yuehua and looked at him cautiously and said, "Master, are you angry?"

Ci Yuehua glanced at her with slanted eyes, then turned away gracefully, Qingzi smacked her lips, this scene ...... Is Shizun rolling her eyes?

Then Qingzi began to reflect again, thinking about where she accidentally offended him, and when she lit this cannon battle.

Suddenly, a bell jingled in her head, and she suddenly remembered that when he was in the Great Hall Council, he seemed to be angry with himself.

Isn't it, angry until now?

But what is it that makes you angry?

In line with the principle of not being ashamed to ask questions and correcting mistakes when you know them, Qingzi ran to Ci Yuehua and asked him: "Master, are you angry with your disciples because of the things in the hall?"

When Ci Yuehua heard this, she finally gave her a look, and snorted softly with her nose: "Then tell me what is the reason?"

Qingzi knew that it must be because of something there, but she didn't know what it was, so she laughed twice and muttered, "The disciple also wants to ask you this question." ”

Then, Qingzi felt very clearly that the other party had just gone down, and that a little bit of anger suddenly rose exponentially.

"I want to rest, go out with nothing to do!"

Qingzi stared at the other party with wide eyes and a cold face, then turned around coldly and walked to his bed and fell down, and then gave himself an extremely cold back of his head.

It's over, it's over, this is to make Shizun angry, Qingzi slapped his head in distress, what did you do to make Shizun so angry!

Before anyone catches up, this begins to be left out in the cold, what can I do?

"Master. ”

......

"Master?"

......

"Master~ Don't be angry!"

"Shut up and get out!"

A burst of shouts exploded in Qingzi's ears, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she shrugged her head and replied weakly: "Okay!" sounded pitiful, like a small quail abandoned by its owner.

Ci Yuehua didn't look back, and when she heard the sound of the door being opened and closed, she breathed a sigh of relief, and her body, which had become stiff because of the other party's sudden coquettishness, gradually relaxed.

Anger is anger, but the emotional response to her will not be restrained by anger.

At this moment, his face was stained red again, the tips of his ears also had a trace of blood, and he felt the dryness coming from his chest, Ci Yuehua took another deep breath, and then scolded angrily: "Damn!"

He frowned, held his forehead with one hand, pursed his lips, as if he was trying to endure something, his face became redder and redder, and between patience, two words overflowed on his lips: "No!"

I don't know how long it took for him to relax his body slightly, his thin lips opened lightly, he exhaled a mouthful of turbidity, raised his hand to wipe the fine beads of sweat from his forehead, and looked at the bed tent with a pair of dark eyes.

Seven emotions and six desires, obviously he has gone to love and desire, why does he now find that it seems that he left these two things?

It seems that since he saw her, his self-control has deteriorated a lot, his heart has been lost, and he almost ...... Lost too!

I don't know when she will be able to open her mind, it seems that she has to add to the fire, this flower will belong to her after all!

This kind of torment can endure once or twice, and he can't guarantee that he can endure it every time!

Ci Yuehua, who was thinking about how to turn his apprentice back into his nest, suddenly heard the sound of the door being carefully pushed open.

He immediately closed his eyes, his mental vigilance increased carefully, and his ears clearly heard the sound of deliberately lowered footsteps getting closer and closer.

Ci Yuehua kept her asleep posture still, wanting to see what the person was trying to do, and then she heard a soft shout: "Master?"

It turned out to be her!

Ci Yuehua relaxed again, speechless in her heart, this quiet movement, this almost inaudible call, she didn't want to wake herself up at all, but wanted to make sure that she was asleep.

He wanted to see what his little apprentice was going to do!

He only felt that the other party was getting closer and closer to him, as if he had reached his bedside, and he didn't feel any movement for the second half of the day, if he hadn't felt her breath, Ci Yuehua would have thought that Qingzi was still leaving.

For a long time, when Ci Yuehua couldn't bear it anymore and was about to open his eyes to see what was going on, he suddenly heard a rustling sound.

He felt that his quilt was being moved, and then there was a sound next to the pillow that something had been placed.

I felt that Qingzi was busy for a while, and then smiled and whispered: "Finished!"

The next moment, he listened to the footsteps of the other party and slowly walked away, and only then did he open his eyes again when he knew that the door was open and closed.

The first time I turned my head to look, I saw two sugar people being placed next to the pillow. It's not the kind of paper man who is poured out of the syrup, but the kind of sugar man who resembles a ceramic clay human.

As for why he thought it was a sugar man, it was also because from time to time the sweet smell of this little man had been put here on the tip of his nose.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, took the two villains closer and smelled them, and the sweet smell really came from there.

At a glance, one dressed in black plum raccoon yarn and a crown of green jade hair, at a glance, he knew that this was him. Opposite him was a little girl, dressed in a light cyan dress, and her hair bun was pulled by a white streamer at will.

Seeing this, Yuehua laughed happily, he was very satisfied with this gift!

What's interesting is that these two people are connected, the little man representing him is stretching out his hands and pinching the face of the little man representing Qingzi, while the other party puts his hands together on his chest and looks like begging for mercy.

These two villains were made vividly, even the pinched and deformed little face, the slightly frowning brow and the bitter expression, and the unhappy expression on the face of the other villain were portrayed. If it weren't for the sweetness of the candy that couldn't be ignored, he would have thought it was a clay figure that she went out to find someone to pinch.

It seemed that this was her gift of apology, and he looked at such a delicate little person, and suddenly lowered his head and kissed the top of the little girl's little head, and then hooked his lips in satisfaction.

The thin lips opened lightly, the tip of the tongue was slightly exposed, and the crystal color covered the slightly dry lips, and then a chuckle overflowed, "Oh, it's really sugar, so sweet!"

At this time, he remembered the hands and feet of the other party on his quilt before, so he sat up and looked at the past, and saw that a portrait was pasted on the quilt, and the portrait was a person kneeling on the ground and prostrate himself to make a plea, needless to say, it was Qingzi himself, and there were a few big words written on the top of the portrait: "The disciple knows that he is wrong, the master forgives the disciple!"

Seeing this, Ci Yuehua couldn't help but laugh and scolded: "Bad guy!"

Then he picked up the painting and was about to roll it up, when he found a brief letter underneath:

"If the master is still angry with the disciples, the disciples can only continue to confess, but if the master can dissipate the anger, the disciples are willing to do anything, even if it is to pay the disciple's body!"

Ci Yuehua was suffocated when she saw this, and her hands trembled uncontrollably.

What nonsense is this!

She, she...... How could she speak like that!

After taking a few deep breaths, Ci Yuehua closed her eyes vigorously again, trying to calm the sudden joy and embarrassment in her heart.

He felt that he had been hooked by the words of the gangster, and in that moment, he really wanted to ......

Then his afterglow swept to the next few words: "Master, don't think that the disciple is not serious, the disciple has not finished speaking." In order to let the master dissipate his anger, the disciple came up with the following three options, let the master choose, look under the bed!"

Ci Yuehua took a deep breath again, and I didn't know if he was angry or ashamed, he was not serious, well, he was not serious!

The apprentice loves to play, so he, as a master, has to cheer for him. So Ci Yuehua got up and glanced under the bed, and suddenly one head was two big, and the blue tendons on her forehead kept jumping.

You can't expect her to think the same way as ordinary people!

There were three things under the bed at the moment, a large, thick mace, a candle, and a whip.

He got up and got out of bed to take a look, and there was a small note pasted on the mace: If the master is very angry, use this to beat the disciple!

There was also a note on that candle: If the master beats me and wants to torture me, use this!

Then he endured a headache and looked at the little whip, "If the master is not so angry but still wants to teach the disciple, use this!"

Ci Yuehua rubbed her forehead speechlessly, "This scoundrel is really not doing anything right!"

He glanced at the three objects on the ground, and it was strange to look at them.

When he raised his eyes, he found that there was a note on the table opposite: "If the master is angry, drink a cup of tea to moisturize and moisturize." ”

Then he noticed that the tea in the teacup on the table was still steaming.

Originally, he thought that this was enough, but he didn't expect that there was a note under the teacup: As long as the master can dissipate his anger, which one to punish the disciple with, the disciple will not resist, woo woo~

Why bend with a ???

Ci Yuehua sat on the stool and shook her head and sighed, this apprentice is really getting more and more presumptuous! He glanced at the three so-called choices, if he chose both, would she cry?

It's just that the corners of his mouth that can't be suppressed have already revealed his mood at the moment.

If she waits for her to realize her mistakes, I'm afraid that she will have to wait until the earth is desolate, or he will teach it slowly!

Ci Yuehua walked to the side of the bed and put away all the nonsense, then picked up the sugar man on the bed, found the best box in the storage space, put it in, and covered the box with a piece of silk in a precious place.

Qingzi, who was waiting for the message from the master in the room, suddenly heard the sound of knocking on the door, and his body tightened in an instant, and then he slowly walked to the door of the room, first did his own psychological construction before opening the door, and a well-behaved and sweet smile bloomed the moment he saw the other party.

"Master, are you awake, are you thirsty, are you hungry, do you want the disciple to bring you tea and water?"

Ci Yuehua looked at his apprentice's flattering appearance with amusement, and pretended to be cold: "Didn't you pour tea for the teacher?"

Qingzi knew that he had seen those notes, rubbed his nose, and cautiously glanced at the other party's two hands and behind him.

Ci Yuehua noticed her small movements and snorted, "What, now I know I'm afraid?"

Qingzi pouted aggrievedly: "The disciple provokes the master to be angry, the master wants to punish the disciple, and the disciple does not dare to complain." ”

Ci Yuehua didn't fall for her, "Heh, don't you dare to complain?

Qingzi quietly pursed her lips and then rolled her eyes and asked, "What about ...... Master, how are you going to punish your disciples?"

Ci Yuehua said: "Didn't you give the teacher a choice? Guess I would use that kind of punishment?"

Qingzi instantly felt that her skin and flesh were tight, and her eyes were a little weak, and she was uncertain. "Master...... It's so good, I don't think I will punish the disciple heavily, right?"

Ci Yuehua took a long time and deliberately asked: "Didn't you say it yourself, no matter which one you accept, you will never resist?"

Seeing him say this, Qingzi didn't resist anymore, his eyes closed, and he looked at death as if he were home, "Then Master, which one did you choose?!"

Ci Yuehua was playful, looking at Qingzi who was about to go to the guillotine funny, the corners of his mouth were vaguely curled, and he said quietly: "I choose all three!"