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

The old man in spirit form swayed leisurely to Xie Hanfeng's side, reached out and poked his face, only to be met with a light wave as if swatting away a mosquito.

Old man:........

How come this generation of Mahayana practitioners is so carefree? They won't wake up even when poked.

The old man Xiao Wuli walked over in one step. His steps were very light. He only had one person in his eyes. He slowly walked to Chi Buwan's side, carefully squatted down, and looked at him with his phoenix eyes.

This was the first time he had ever seen his master so closely.

Xiao Wuli rested his chin on his knees, his eyes shining unconsciously, his gaze fixed on the sleeping person's face.

Master's eyelashes were indeed very long and curled. When they were lightly closed, they covered his beautiful peach blossom eyes, but revealed a very small mole on his eyelid. On his fair skin, this dark spot was particularly noticeable.

It's very eye-catching.

Xiao Wuli's gaze lingered on that small mole for a long time before slowly moving his eyes away.

Master drank again, and this time he seemed to have drunk more than last time. The smell of alcohol tinged his face with a thin layer of pink, softening his usually aloof features. His breathing was even, and his red lips were slightly parted.

Xiao Wuli held his breath, staring blankly with his phoenix eyes.

After a while, he came to his senses and slapped himself.

The old man who was poking Xie Hanfeng: ?

Xiao Wuli didn't hold back when he slapped himself, and a handprint quickly appeared on his cheek.

He lowered his head, clenched his fingers, and bit his lower lip hard, realizing what he had been thinking and inwardly condemning himself.

The person before him was his master, someone revered and respected by thousands, so how could he dare to harbor such reckless thoughts!

Xiao Wuli raised his hand to slap himself again, and at that moment, the sound he had just heard under the tree slowly rang out.

Xiao Wuli paused, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, and looked up at the sleeping person.

His eyes were closed, the corners of them red. He turned his head to the side, as if he were completely asleep. His lips parted slightly, and a soft "I want to go home" escaped his lips, mixed with a faint smell of alcohol.

Xiao Wuli quickly asked, "Does Master desire Snow Crimson Peak?"

He received no answer.

Xiao Wuli pursed his lips, not daring to move.

Suddenly, a hand appeared in his line of sight and wrapped around his master's waist.

Xiao Wuli frowned, reached out and pried open the hand that had been jealous for so long, showing no mercy. After doing everything, his well-defined fingers lingered on his master's waist for two seconds, and in the end, he only carefully used his fingertips to adjust his clothes, not touching anything except the brocade robe.

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

He glanced down at Xie Hanfeng, who had almost been thrown over, and was amused.

If he doesn't wake up like this, how can we take revenge?

.

Xiao Wuli sat beside Chi Buwan, her gaze cautiously falling on him. After looking at him for two seconds, she looked away for half a second, composed herself, and then looked up again.

Just like usual, only bolder than usual, daring to reach out and touch the hem of his clothes under the guise of tidying up his master's clothes.

When she pulled her hand back, her eyes were full of barely suppressed laughter. She tilted her head, her eyes sparkling, and tucked her hand into her bosom, looking content.

Old man:........

This guy always gets jealous and irrational whenever he sees someone touching his master...

He used to fantasize about having time alone with his master every day, and now that the opportunity actually came, he did absolutely nothing but look around...

He's such a coward. Even though his master is completely drunk, he's still acting like he's always peeking at people, glancing for a while and then hiding. He doesn't look like the future overlord who will rule the world at all.

Did he get the wrong person?

"...go home.."

Xiao Wuli paused for a moment.

I heard that phrase again.

He pursed his lips, and after a long while, he made a decision.

His gaze returned to that face, and thinking about what he was going to do later, the corners of his lips couldn't help but turn up, and he tried hard to suppress the smile.

Xiao Wuli gently touched the hem of his robe with his fingertips, his Adam's apple bobbing. After taking three deep breaths, his throat was dry, and he struggled to suppress his nervousness before asking, "Master, shall I carry you back to Snow Crimson Peak?"

There has still been no response.

"It's chilly outside, so I'll carry Master home." As he spoke, Xiao Wuli's lips curled into a two-pixel smile. He paused, then lowered his head to suppress his laughter. When he looked up again, his thin lips were pressed into a straight line, and he said in a serious tone, "If there has been any offense, I will certainly accept the punishment after Master wakes up."

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The spring evening breeze was cool. After blowing for a while, Chi Buwan slowly regained consciousness, opened her eyes slightly, looked at the swaying road in front of her, her long eyelashes trembled, and she was confused.

Is he walking?

But he seemed to be suspended in mid-air.

If his legs aren't walking, then whose legs are?

Chi Buwan raised her head, her peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed, trying hard to see clearly, but the more she looked, the blurrier it became.

"Master, you're awake?"

A familiar voice slowly rang in his ears. It took Chi Buwan a while to react. He looked down and saw the person carrying him on their back.

it's beautiful.

This angle is beautiful.

The first thing that flashed through his mind when he saw the person was this sentence. After a while, he opened his mouth slightly, unconsciously drawing out the last syllable, "Xiao Wuli?"

"Disciple is here." Xiao Wuli, carrying him on his back, did not stop and walked step by step towards Xuejiang Peak.

Chi Buwan blinked, and after a long while, she slowly asked, "What are you doing here? Where is the sect leader?"

The glint in Xiao Wuli's narrow eyes paused for a moment, and the upturned corners of his mouth froze.

"Um?"

The voice from behind smelled of alcohol, its trailing notes long and soft, its cold, jade-like tone tinged with an unconscious softness, less aloof than usual, and more alluringly hoarse.

Xiao Wuli lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting a shadow beneath them, and softly recounted what had just happened.

"When I found Master, he was drinking with the sect leader and had fallen asleep drunk. I was originally going to stay by his side, but... but Master said he wanted to go home."

"What?"

In his drunken stupor, he forgot that he couldn't understand the language of this world.

He thought he hadn't heard him clearly, so he tried to lower his head and turn to the side, wanting to put his ear to his mouth. But because he was being turned away, he could only touch his ear to the other's ear at most, and, smelling of alcohol, asked him to say it again.

Xiao Wuli had already stopped walking. The exotic fragrance lingering around his nose was mixed with the strong and mellow aroma of wine. His heart was beating faster and faster in his chest, thumping like a war drum, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

At this moment, if he simply turned his head slightly, his cheek could be pressed tightly against his master's; even a tiny tilt...

Xiao Wuli tensed his back, his knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white, and he even forgot to breathe.

The soft touch from the tip of my ear traveled wildly through my body, making me so red it was almost dripping blood!

Having received no answer, Chi Buwan gave up asking. Just as he was about to turn his head away, suddenly, his whole body felt like a puddle of soft water, and the last bit of strength in his body disappeared.

He couldn't lift his head, and even the warm jade he had been holding tightly in his palm slipped from his hand and was caught by Xiao Wuli.

Chi Buwan, feeling utterly weak, had a dazed look in his eyes.

What's wrong with him?