Stop crying, I'll give it to you, okay?

.

"Senior brother." After being lectured, Xuanming became obedient, crossing his arms in front of his chest and bowing his head to greet him.

Xiao Wuli replied calmly, "Mm."

Seeing the two getting along harmoniously, Chi Buwan breathed a sigh of relief.

With Xiao Wuli's current cultivation level, he could tell at a glance whether Xuanming was human or demon.

In the original book, Xiao Wuli, who came out of the abyss, had an overwhelming hatred for the demon race. If the two of them could not get along, he really didn't know what to do.

...I'll probably choose Xiao Wuli first.

After all, Xuanming's role is later in the story; Xiao Wuli can only become the Demon Lord after he enters the God Realm and leaves this place.

So... how will you sleep at night for the foreseeable future?

He rented this small courtyard from a villager for two mid-grade spirit stones a year, and he gave them six for three years.

The courtyard is neither small nor large, and has only two rooms.

One is his, the other is Xuanming's.

He originally planned to wait until Xiao Wuli came out of the secret realm, then take Xuanming to the Azure Sky Cave, and wait for Xiao Wuli to catch up and enter the Azure Sky Cave to search for the divine flower before finding an opportunity to escape to another place.

Everything was planned perfectly, but unexpectedly, Xiao Wuli climbed out of the abyss ahead of schedule, two years ahead of time!

The system really doesn't give any warnings at all.

Frowning is neither too late nor too late.

He slowly raised his eyes and looked at Long Aotian and the Second Generation Demon Lord in front of him.

Let the two of them sleep in one room.

...Would Xiao Wuli chop up Xuanming?

When the Heavenly Profound Sword pierced Xuanming just now, it was truly carrying killing intent.

Then he can sleep with Xuanming.

...He will be kicked to death by Xuanming.

The spoiled child's unruly sleeping habits tore the floor, and the person was torn as well.

Xuanming's legs were like blades; with a single stomp, mountains and seas would split apart.

He slept with Xiao Wuli.

No!

As if a dusty memory were being swept away, the pair of infatuated and loving black eyes on the recording stone suddenly appeared in his mind, and that intense, viscous longing enveloped him.

Chi Buwan shook his head lightly and quickly to himself.

No, no, no!

Xiao Wuli is the protagonist; in the book, he barely managed to defeat the mid-stage Mahayana demon general, Lieyan, despite only being at the Dao Integration stage. This guy is just at the late Dao Integration stage. If he really went berserk and did something to him...

Moreover, the acupoint is a man's most vulnerable spot. What would he do if Xiao Wuli grabbed it with lightning speed? Would he abandon the acupoint and run away?

Chi Buwan shivered, his arms slightly clenched, his hands seemingly concealing the man's vulnerability.

What kind of horror story is this?

Don't listen, don't listen.

It's not too late to silently comfort one's own vulnerability.

After much deliberation, he decided to let Xuanming shatter him.

"Master."

It's never too late to look up.

Xiao Wuli's dark eyes shimmered slightly, as if holding a thousand unspoken words: "Master, have you thought about your disciple these past few days?"

Chi Buwan was stunned.

Xiao Wuli said, "This disciple thinks of Master every day while in the secret realm."

During his time in the secret realm, he never rested, day or night, because whenever he stopped cultivating or became distracted during breaks in his cultivation, he would miss his master.

What is Master doing today?

Which shop's peach blossom pastry did Master eat this time?

Has Master returned to Lingxiao Sect?

Who did Master meet today?

Master...

The old man in the abyss said he had lost his mind, while the old man in the ring said he had gone mad.

But he had been like this for a long time.

His master detested men's love and, sensing his affections, chose to distance himself from him. He understood, so he chose to go to the abyss, hoping his master could find some relief with his departure. But...

He thought he was too powerful, believing he could control everything, only to find out in the end that he was just an ordinary person who couldn't control his love and instincts.

He cannot live without his master, just as a lone boat has no shore to cross, or a dry rut has no rain to nourish it.

His motivation for working hard all comes from his master. He wants to give his master everything he desires, wants to protect him when a crisis comes, and wants to receive his praise and... smile.

He couldn't imagine life without his master. In this year, if it weren't for the clothes he stole from his master and that seemingly stolen kiss, he wouldn't know how he would have gotten through those confused and bewildered days.

"Why are you crying again?"

Slender white fingers gently brushed against the corner of his eye, and Xiao Wuli came back to his senses. His gaze focused and met a pair of eyes filled with spring water.

His master was looking at him, his black hair loosely tied up, a pearl adorning a jade hairpin, his whole body bathed in the clear moonlight, his eyelashes trembling gently, his lips red, and that familiar tenderness overflowing from his eyes, wrapped in a hint of helplessness yet seemingly boundless doting.

His nose stung, and his vision blurred with tears.

Master knows that he loves him, so why is he still so gentle with him?

He was nothing more than a wicked disciple with a filthy mind, who coveted his master, a stain on the sect, and a sinner who should be expelled from the Lingxiao Sect.

A tear the size of a bean fell from her eye.

【Ahhhhhh!!! 337, hurry up and turn it over! How do I comfort him in a situation like this?!】 Chi Buwan's fingertips trembled in panic as he looked at the tall man in front of him, who was crying with tears in his eyes. Although he didn't know what he had done wrong, he was filled with guilt.

337: [Don't worry! Host, don't worry! I'm looking!]

"Master..." Xiao Wuli's voice trembled with a sob, "Disciple..."

Before he could finish speaking, his body suddenly stiffened, and he was enveloped in a strange fragrance. It wasn't until the person in his arms gently patted his back that he slowly realized—his master had embraced him.

"Your teacher misses you very much."

The gentle yet cool voice of my master slowly echoed in my ears as he spoke softly and gently.