Teach your wife to live for a thousand years

Chapter 565 Don't leave me, okay?
Pamper?

Are you pampering him?

But even so, he was still vigilant, holding the dagger tied around his waist, as if this was the only way to make him feel at ease.

The boy stared at the young man in white who was walking slowly, his eyes sank, and his heart became alert: "Who are you?"

The white-clothed boy came, he glanced at the boy's hand holding the dagger, walked in front of him indifferently, squatted down, and said softly, "I am your master."

"I don't have a master."

As the voice fell, the dagger drawn by the boy had pierced the chest of the boy in white. The white clothes were stained with blood. His hand holding the dagger was trembling, and his eyelashes were trembling when he raised his eyes. Looking at the still calm face, he was indifferent. His heart was shaken: "Why don't you hide?"

He doesn't understand.

He could obviously dodge it, but why didn't he dodge it and let him penetrate.

The young man in white closed his eyes, held his trembling hand holding the dagger, slightly raised the corners of his lips, and raised a beautiful arc: "Because I am your master."

Seeing the blood continuously staining the white clothes on his body, the boy actually had the urge not to let him die, he hastily let go of the dagger, and suppressed the tension in his eyes: "But I don't have a master."

The boy in white pulled out the dagger that had pierced his chest without changing his expression, grabbed the boy's hand, handed the blood-stained dagger into his hand, and smiled: "Then it is now."

The boy looked down at the blood-stained dagger in his hand. He didn't understand why he would accompany him to hell when he was supposed to be a high-ranking god.

The hand holding the dagger tightened, and the boy reached out to touch the boy's blood-stained chest, looked up at the handsome and delicate face, his fingers were trembling: "Don't you hurt?"

The boy in white raised his hand and rubbed his head indifferently, and said with a smile, "It doesn't hurt, because I have no heart."

The boy felt the warmth he had never felt before, and lost his mind for a moment. The smile on the corner of the boy's lips was the most beautiful color he had ever seen since he was born.

"Master..."

Jiang Yi suddenly woke up from a dream. He looked outside and there was still the sound of rain. He opened the door and ran out without even wearing shoes.

"Boom--"

In the gloomy sky, a thunderbolt passed through layers of dark clouds at this time.

The rain blurred his vision, but Jiang Yi fixed his eyes on the figure standing in the pavilion without any mistakes,
Looking at him from his angle, he was dressed in a white dress that has not changed for thousands of years, his side face was exquisitely contoured, he raised his jaw slightly, and his deep and ink-like eyes were covered with vicissitudes of life and looked into the distance.

At this moment, his whole person seemed to disappear from his eyes, untouchable.

He had a hard time finding him.

No.

Absolutely not.

Ye Yuye sensed that there was someone behind her, and when she closed her eyes and turned around, she was hugged tightly in his arms.

In the breath, there is a faint scent of bamboo, which belongs to him.

Ye Yuye's body froze for a moment, and he heard his low and slightly hoarse voice: "Don't leave me, okay?"

Ye Yuye didn't move at all, and it took her a while to say softly, "Professor Jiang, are you drunk?"

But it smelled like no wine.

Are you really drunk?

Hearing his name, Jiang Yi's body moved slightly, and he felt a little sad, but he never let go, smelling the familiar and reassuring smell on his body, Jiang Yi closed his eyes, and responded in a low voice: "Drunk I'm so drunk."

I don't know what my feelings are for him.

(End of this chapter)