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

The old man looked at Xiao Wuli in silence.

The illusion caused by the poisonous miasma was very realistic. If this illusion were directed at him, he would definitely be trapped in it for a long time. However, this guy realized in just two seconds that the master in front of him was not real.

Old man:............

...The master is too gentle, which makes this guy arrogant and spoiled, and he even came up with the method of shedding tears to distinguish the real master from the fake one.

The young man who used to say "A real man doesn't shed tears, but bleeds" is gone. Now he's a cunning fox who can make a fool of himself in front of his master at any time.

However, he was very curious: when Xiao Wuli shed big tears just now, would his master, in the face of such a situation, put everything aside and comfort him first, as he had imagined?

The old man stroked his chin, looked at Xiao Wuli with his dark and gloomy eyes, and calmly looked away.

—This is how he is when his master is not around; he's gotten used to it.

"Hey! When are we going out?" the old man yawned.

Xiao Wuli could not hear him speak as usual. He just stared at the person in front of him with his dark eyes. He raised his fingertips, and the illusion in front of him changed instantly. The Lingxiao Sect disappeared, the sect leader disappeared, and the white-clothed figure was locked up in a dark room with his hands and feet bound.

Old man: ?

Hey! What are you doing?

"You wicked creature! Release me!"

Xiao Wuli ignored their voices, sitting not far away with his dark eyes quietly watching the struggling people, his mind unconsciously thinking:

If he were to lock up his master like this, how would his master react?

He lowered his eyes and closed them, his jawline taut, his consciousness returning to a year ago when his master was locked up, his body devoid of spiritual power, and leaning against his chest.

Her captivating peach blossom eyes looked up at him, her hands and feet bound and forced to lie in his arms, needing his help to move around.

Xiao Wuli's eyebrows involuntarily twitched upwards, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

Master's skin is very fair, and a light touch will leave a red mark that will not fade for a long time. If his name is engraved on the inside of the chain, then when Master wears the chain, won't his wrist be marked with a brand that belongs to him?

His master loves him so much, yet he locks him up and even cries in front of him. Will his master be angry about this?

...His master might indulge him, and then look at him with doting eyes, gently and helplessly calling his name—"Wu Li".

The image flashed through my mind, and in an instant, it felt as if something had suddenly pierced my heart, and my blood boiled and rushed downwards.

His breathing was disordered, and just imagining it made his heart tremble uncontrollably with excitement.

“Pah!”

Xiao Wuli slapped himself, forcing himself to come back to his senses.

Old man:........

What is this lovestruck young man thinking?

It's obvious without even thinking that she's imagining what she'll do to her master.

This pervert spends all his free time daydreaming and fantasizing. He's probably disrespected his master and his subordinates countless times in his mind, but in reality, he doesn't even dare to touch them.

Don't wait until you catch up with your master, before you're even tested and you're already feeling suffocated.

"Xiao Wuli!" The clear voice made the two of them look up at the locked-up Chi Buwan at the same time.

His peach blossom eyes were filled with disgust, and only a deathly coldness remained in his gaze. "You can imprison me, but you cannot imprison my very bones and soul. Today, I will understand this absurd master-disciple relationship!"

"Keep me company!"

Realizing what he was about to do, Xiao Wuli suddenly stood up. The spiritual energy at his fingertips barely touched the hem of his clothes, but then he saw the long sword, which was covered in cold light, come rushing towards him through the wind.

With a sharp "whoosh," the divine sword pierced straight through the spotless moon-white brocade robe, and crimson blood seeped from the white fabric at the chest, blooming into a mournful red plum blossom.

The person in front of him trembled slightly, his drooping eyelashes fluttered, but he didn't utter a sound of pain.

He looked down at the sword that was halfway into his heart. Blood flowed from his heart, running down the long blade and gathering on the hilt, dripping like a gentle rain.

The chains were still jingling on his wrists, but he only slowly raised his eyes, his face pale, and looked at Xiao Wuli, who was standing there stunned. His eyes were devoid of joy or sorrow, only a broken and cold look.

"Nausea."

As soon as the words were spoken, the person before him lost all breath and vanished like a feather.

Xiao Wuli froze on the spot, his outstretched hand still suspended in mid-air. The spiritual energy at his fingertips dissipated. He stared at the empty space in front of him, his gaze slowly falling. He stared blankly at the bright red bloodstains, his eyes flickering slightly. After slowly coming back to his senses, his pupils dilated, and the color drained completely from his face, which had been stimulated.

The beautiful dream woven in his mind shattered bit by bit amidst the crimson blood. His lips moved, his mind was entangled by terrible thoughts, and he began to have wild and uncontrollable thoughts.

"Disgusting!"

The look of disgust in his master's eyes as he looked down at the Demon Lord seemed to be imprinted before his eyes. His brows furrowed slightly, carrying a faint sense of aloofness, before he turned and left the next second.

"Master!" Xiao Wuli reached out to grab his hand, but grasped only empty air.

The figure in front of him stopped, turned around and looked at him, her lips parted, repeating the same words, "Disgusting."

The words were like cold swords, piercing straight into his heart. Xiao Wuli staggered half a step, feeling disgusted and abandoned, as if the tide was surging towards him from all directions, threatening to drown him. Yet, in this state, his mind cleared up.

Master doesn't like men, and he doesn't like him.

Xiao Wuli's fingertips tightened, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.

If his master was truly as he had just imagined, able to gently forgive him for crying, then why would he abandon him time and time again? Even though his eyes would well up with tears every time he found him, his master would still leave again and go somewhere else.

The master, like a bright moon hanging high in the heavens, pure and aloof, would never tolerate such a despicable and rebellious disciple touching him. If he were to truly imprison the master, Wen Rong's doting affection would cease to exist; instead, it would only...

Xiao Wuli lowered his eyes to look at the body and a pool of blood on the ground. It felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his neck, and a suffocating feeling of not being able to breathe came over him instantly.

As if he had thought of something terrible, the veins on his forehead bulged, his narrow phoenix eyes were bloodshot, and his clenched fists trembled uncontrollably.

No, no... Master loves him.

But when Master found a new child, he treated him with utmost tenderness.

no! !

Xiao Wuli clutched his head, feeling as if two voices were arguing in his mind. One told him that his master loved him the most, while the other told him that his master was disgusted by his rebellious and disrespectful behavior.

"If we don't lock Master up, he won't commit suicide like the people in the illusion!"

"Can you bear it? Can you bear to watch your master run away from you time and time again, to meet more people, and gradually drift away from you?"

The voices of resistance suddenly disappeared.

"In this world, only your master truly loves you. If he leaves, you'll be all alone in this vast world. Can you... bear to watch him go?"

Xiao Wuli gritted his teeth, his gums trembling, but the voice in his mind still wouldn't let him go, haunting him like a vengeful ghost.

"Can you hold back?"

"Can you hold back?"

Finally, the surging emotions broke free.

He couldn't help it! He couldn't help it!!

He couldn't bear to watch his master leave him. In this world, there was only his master... He only had his master. He couldn't live without him, and he couldn't stand by and watch him leave without feeling anything.

He is a rebellious and wicked wretch, a disgusting madman. You can curse him however you want, as long as Master doesn't leave him, as long as he is always by his side.

If it's suicide...

Xiao Wuli's bloodshot eyes looked at his blood-stained attendant. He breathed heavily, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. He trembled as he reached out and grasped the sword hilt. His palm was covered in blood, and the strong smell of blood carried a familiar fragrance.

He stopped breathing abruptly upon smelling the aroma.

Master?

Is this not an illusion?

This is not...an illusion!

Xiao Wuli's face turned deathly pale as he stared at the crimson bloodstains before him, his lips trembling as fear gripped his entire body.

Master...

His fingertips trembled violently as he shakily touched the still-warm blood, the exotic fragrance growing even stronger, and everything around him seemed so real.

It felt like a piece of my heart had been ripped out, leaving an empty, aching feeling.

A sudden metallic taste of blood welled up in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of dark blood. Tears welled up in his eyes but fell not as tears, but as blood.

Two lines of tears of blood slid down his chin, congealed, and dripped onto the ground, mingling with the blood on the ground.

Desolation, despair, collapse...

The hand holding the long sword suddenly clenched, and with a forceful twist of the wrist, the cold, sharp blade pressed straight against the neck!