My female apprentices are all unpredictable

Chapter 95 Fourth Junior Sister, I Have an Old Friend (3000 words for subscription)

On the bed, Ye Qinghong stretched out his feet, the insteps were tense, and he felt that his cold little feet were being held by a big generous hand.

At this moment, her skin has turned red, like clouds all over the sky, charming and glamorous.

Silver teeth clenched even more.

His slender hands tightly clutched the quilt, how could he have the coldness of the iceberg swordsman before?
Apparently...

She has been respected by her master.

Tortured to become a different person.

"Now it's just Master healing me. Don't think too much about it. I have a clear conscience."

Ye Qinghong murmured in his heart, trying to keep himself calm, as for what Master reminded her to be patient, she didn't take it to heart at all.

It's just healing, how painful can it be?

She was poisoned that year.

Even cutting off the flesh with a sword can completely bear it, so is it still afraid of this?
She is full of confidence.

As a result, the next moment, when Master's finger touched her acupuncture point.

A strange feeling surged up crazily.

She couldn't help but groan,
The hand gripping the quilt became tighter.

"How... how could this be?"

"Demon! Another demon!"

Gritting her teeth, she felt that this scene was so familiar, and layers of images appeared in her mind.

The images flickered frame by frame.

So slowly, it was no longer even the princess, but her.

If it was on weekdays, she would have flown to the Houshan Hot Spring to take a bath, or to put herself on a plate of food, and as soon as she put the pillow on, she would have passed out on the spot.

But now, Master is right in front of her.

How could she expose such a shameful thing?

If Master knew her thoughts, he would definitely be disappointed in her.

and many more!

Her demon?

The figure that made her toss and turn.

Her master is by her side? !

Ye Qinghong raised his head, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, his eyes fixed on Fang Yang, no longer the coldness before.

Devil!Devil!
Since it can't be cut off, do you want to obey and take a look?
Perhaps as soon as he obeyed, the inner demon disappeared directly.

In an instant, this idea popped up in her mind, and like a seed, it took root and sprouted, and soon grew into a towering tree, which could not be suppressed at all.

what to do?What should I do?
She bit her lip, her instep tensed...

I just feel that the whole person is in a daze, and I will soon be unable to suppress it.

At last……

She didn't have any hesitation.

He decided to take a look at his master.

A palm was slapped on the chest.

Passed out on the spot.

At this time, Fang Yang felt that he had probably healed the other party's injury, and he was slightly relieved.

Lifting his head, he found that Ye Qinghong had slapped himself unconscious.

His cheeks were flushed and dripping with sweat.

Even the high ponytail has become a lot more disordered.

Obviously, when he was treating his wound just now, the other party didn't feel so well.

Ah this...

Good news, the Immortal Finger is very useful and healed the other party.

Bad news, the side effect is also very serious, the other party fainted.

Fang Yang sighed, and had a new understanding of this fingering.

It seems that it can't be used casually in the future, otherwise something will happen sooner or later.

He got up slowly and stood inside the house.

It was discovered that Ye Qinghong, as the great apprentice of the demon king and the master of the demon sect sword hall, the room is not too big.

It can even be said to be simple.

Blue stone bricks, blue bookshelves made of bamboo, blue beds, blue screens...

visible to the eye...

Everything is cyan.

Obviously, this is a disease, obsessive-compulsive disease.

Fang Yang walked around the room of his apprentice, and found that the whole room was very clean, simple and elegant. Although there was not much furniture, it exuded a faint fragrance.

It makes people feel very comfortable.

If you practice here, you will definitely be able to calm down.

It is also conceivable.

What kind of quiet and ordinary character does Ye Qinghong have?

Standing aloof from the world, obsessed with swords.

It was as if the bamboo growing alone in Tingjian Academy was surrounded by the breeze and bright moon.

But even with such an existence, the devil was able to do it, damn it!

Fang Yang cursed inwardly, and quickly walked to the bedside, only to find Ye Qinghong shrunk into a small ball, staying in the corner.

Holding Qingyingjian tightly in his arms, he did not let go.

It seems that this sword is the only one in her world.

Other than that, nothing else.

The Qingying Sword also trembled slightly, rubbing against her cheek constantly.

Even if Fang Yang is right in front of him.

Qingyingjian no longer flew over, but always accompanied this stubborn and strong girl who had no sense of security.

Just like the past ten years.

Looking at Ye Qinghong who was completely different from the past, Fang Yang couldn't help feeling a little pity in his heart.

After staring at it for a long time, he walked into the night.

……

The moonlight is hazy.

The wind flapped gently against the window screen.

Ye Qinghong didn't know when he woke up, but when he woke up, the room was very quiet.

Everything is so bland.

I was covered in sweat, sticky and greasy, and I was holding a sword in my arms.

There was nothing in front of him.

"Master...has he left?"

She hugged her knees with her hands and put her head on her knees. She was relieved for a long time, but she was inexplicably lost.

I don't know where this emotion comes from.

But it just made her feel very sad, with an indescribable disappointment.

However, at this time...

There was a sound of footsteps outside, and the familiar figure appeared in the house again.

A dusty and handsome figure, deep eyes.

Coupled with the faint coercion that has always enveloped his body.

Who is it if it's not her master?
"Next time, if you really can't bear it, you can say it. You don't have to force yourself, and you don't have to hurt yourself. As a teacher, someone made you a bowl of ginseng porridge. After drinking it, you should feel much better."

The voice was cold, yet somewhat gentle.

With that said, Fang Yang took the wild ginseng porridge out of the lunch box and put it on the table.

The porridge was steaming hot, exuding bursts of mist.

Ye Qinghong sat on the bed, staring blankly at this scene.

The small mouth was slightly opened, and the naturally cold face was full of bewilderment. For a while, he couldn't believe his eyes, and even thought he was hallucinating.

Her master...

That cruel, bloodthirsty, always arrogant existence.

He actually gave her porridge when she was hurt?

Was she still dreaming and not waking up at all?
She just stayed there for a long time, until the big palm was placed on her head again.

She just woke up.

Sitting blankly at the table.

He sipped the porridge one mouthful at a time.

The porridge is very sweet and exudes a faint fragrance, which surprised her a little. She lowered her head and took a look, only to find that there were a few red dates in the ginseng porridge.

This made her even more surprised.

A master who has swept away the demonic way and is invincible in the world, is he so gentle?

Could it be that experiencing death is really so terrifying that even a person's nature can be changed.

Her master, is she really planning to change her mind?
The more she thought about it, the more bewildered she became, and she always felt that it was a little impossible, but it was true, but she couldn't refute it, so she could only continue to bow her head and drink the porridge.

But at this time, Fang Yang noticed that the plate of small dishes on the table looked very fresh, and it had been processed at low temperature with spiritual power, which made people's appetite greatly increased.

"My apprentice's cooking skills are quite good."

He sighed with emotion, and handed the side dish to Ye Qinghong.

"Don't just drink porridge, eat a dish."

Ye Qinghong was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously said.

"But... I don't want to sleep yet."

"What sleep?"

Fang Yang was a little puzzled.

And Ye Qinghong hurriedly said.

"No...why, did I say something wrong? This dish has been stored for two days and cannot be eaten. As she spoke, she poured the dish out,
The moment just fell over.

The group of rabbits that were locked in the cage struggled wildly, as if they saw the living Hades.

Ye Qinghong heaved a sigh of relief when the whole dish was poured out and the plate was empty.

Although she is very confident in her culinary talent, she always thinks that the dishes she cooks are delicious.
But it's too high, it's easy to make people dizzy...

She didn't want to faint now.

The night was lingering, the house was peaceful, and the atmosphere between the two was surprisingly harmonious.

Soon, Ye Qinghong finished the whole bowl of porridge, and felt warm and comfortable in his body.

It was as if the master stroked her head, which brought her a great sense of security, and made her feel a little unsatisfied.

subconsciously asked.

"Master, is this the first time you give porridge to someone?"

"..."

Fang Yang was silent, but just as Ye Qinghong asked this sentence, he realized something was wrong and regretted it.

How could she ask such a question?It's really embarrassing.

and……

Master will definitely feel that she talks too much, and maybe he will find her irritable.

For a moment she lowered her head, not knowing what to do.

At this time, a soft voice sounded.

"Of course, it's the first time. Is there any problem?"

"No... no problem."

Ye Qinghong hurriedly opened his mouth, and when he lowered his head, although his profile was still cold, his heart was inexplicably joyful.

This kind of joy seems to grow from the heart, and it cannot be suppressed.

Master...

It was the first time to give porridge to someone, but it was given to her.

The corners of Ye Qinghong's mouth curled up slightly.

At this time, Fang Yang added another sentence in his heart,

"Only for today."

"Tonight only."

But even so, he still felt a little unsafe, and added.

"Only for this hour."

The two sat for a while, Fang Yang saw that it was getting late and it was inconvenient to stay here, so he got up and left.

When he was leaving, he happened to see that Ye Qinghong seemed a little lost.

Then sigh...

The great apprentice is good, and sensible is sensible.

It is that deformed love, a little too heavy.

In desperation, he gave the other party another goodnight kiss before leaving in a hurry.

Only the eldest disciple stood behind him in a daze, covering his lips with a dazed expression on his face.

There is shame, anger, confusion, and struggle...

To be honest, she still didn't quite believe Master's apology, and felt that Master must be deliberately deceiving.

But she didn't know what to do.

He could only sit on the bed with his knees hugged, and there was a sword beside him.

After a long time, he seemed to think of something.

He took out the communication jade from his arms.

He clicked on the light spot representing the Fourth Junior Sister, hesitated for a long time, and typed a sentence in it.

"Fourth junior sister, I have an old friend who seems to be entangled with her master, I don't know what to do..."

(End of this chapter)