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

Xiao Wuli looked up at his master sitting at the stone table and chairs not far away. Suddenly, he met the gaze that was looking at him. He paused, his ears slowly turning red. He subconsciously lowered his head to avoid the gaze and pursed his lips to hide the emotions in his heart.

Under his master's watchful eye, he diligently trained his body, but as time went on, he slowly realized that something was wrong.

He paused slightly, looked around, and saw the efforts of the people around him. At the same time, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that his master was nodding gently as he watched them.

His fingers tightened around the longsword, and his fingertips began to turn white.

.

Chi Buwan said he wanted to give Xiao Wuli a happy childhood memory, and he did. He sat with him for an entire afternoon, personally watching over him and not allowing anyone to bully him. In the evening, he personally flew back to Xuejiang Peak on his sword.

On the longsword, he did not move forward to avoid Xiao Wuli, but Xiao Wuli stood far away from him, wishing he could just stand on the tip of the sword.

Chi Buwan paused for a moment, and before he could speak to ask Xiao Wuli to move over a little, he heard 337's voice first.

[Xiao Wuli was more innocent and cute at this time, keeping his distance from you because he was afraid of smelling sweat. If it were someone else...] The little dumpling stopped abruptly.

If it were the older Xiao Wuli, she would have simply used her fingers to cleanse him, and then weakly hugged the host, saying she couldn't stand up.

Hehehe...

For over a decade, the host still believes the nonsense that the Soul-Slaying God Xiao Wuli couldn't stand steadily on his sword.

Not Too Late: [Do you think my wife was cute when she was little?]

337:............

Neural host.

Chi Buwan didn't cast the Cleansing Technique on Xiao Wuli because he knew...

If I were to cast the purification spell on him, he might secretly cry at night and wonder if I'm disgusted with him even when I'm trying to sleep.

However, he couldn't ignore the fact that Xiao Wuli was standing so far away from him, otherwise he would also lose his little pearl.

Chi Buwan turned his head to look at Xiao Wuli, who was standing obediently behind him with his head down, and reached out his hand.

Xiao Wuli paused, staring at the hand that suddenly appeared in his line of sight. His long eyelashes fluttered, and he was stunned and didn't react.

Master's fingers are beautiful, white as jade, with elegant and unobtrusive joints, distinct bone structure, and a faint yet healthy pink hue at the fingertips.

After a long while, he slowly raised his head and looked at his master, whose eyes and brows held a gentle smile.

"Aren't you afraid of falling?" Master's voice was very soft, like a feather gently brushing the tip of the ear, bringing a slight tingling sensation.

Xiao Wuli's breath hitched, his fingers curled slightly, and he lowered his head and whispered, "This disciple stands firm."

As soon as he finished speaking, a wave of regret inexplicably surged from the depths of his soul, enveloping him like a tidal wave, as if trying to suffocate him.

Chi Buwan paused for a moment, then slowly lowered her hand upon hearing this, "Okay."

337 wanted to laugh out loud.

Xiao Wuli, who had been pretending for over ten years, was finally exposed.

The next second, it saw its host wrapping Xiao Wuli in spiritual power and supporting him.

337:.........

Xiao Wuli is so clumsy; he doesn't even know if he can stand steadily.

337: ...........

Who's the stupid one?

The naive and innocent character was portrayed very well by the host.

Upon landing on Xuejiang Peak, before Chi Buwan could even speak, Xiao Wuli had already bowed and clasped his hands in thanks to bid farewell. Chi Buwan paused for half a second, but ultimately did not chase after him.

They waited until Xiao Wuli had finished showering before going to find him.

Xiao Wuli's hair was still wet. His small body carried the bathtub, which was bigger than him, back to the room. His face was flushed from the heat, making him even cuter than usual.

Xiao Wuli saw him and quickly put down the bath tub she was carrying. She nervously pinched the hem of her clothes for two seconds before remembering to bow. She hurriedly cupped her hands and bowed, "Master."

Chi Buwan nodded slightly and asked directly, "Want to sleep at my place tonight?"

"Bang bang—!"

The loud pounding of a heart exploded in Xiao Wuli's ears, and for a moment his little heart almost stopped because it couldn't withstand the beating.

He forgot to breathe, staring blankly at the person in front of him, his eyes widening without him even realizing it.

337:...........

How should I put it, host, you've been fucked for over ten years, yet your thinking is still that of a straight man.

Chi Buwan didn't realize there was anything wrong with what he said.

Although Xiao Wuli is his wife, that's a matter for the future. Right now, he's still young and doesn't know anything. Besides, they're both men, and he's not a pervert. What could possibly happen?

Chi Buwan looked at Xiao Wuli, waiting for his answer.

"Brother...brother..." Xiao Wuli stammered after a while.

It's never too late to understand.

Xiao Wuli always answered his invitations immediately; if he didn't answer immediately, it meant he was refusing.

"This disciple is willing."

A voice, lower and hoarser than usual, suddenly came from beside him. Chi Buwan was startled and looked at Xiao Wuli. He saw the same stunned look in Xiao Wuli's eyes. When they met, Xiao Wuli seemed to realize what was happening and his face turned bright red, as if it could bleed.

337: ...........

Their romantic feelings were mutual.

The host was neurotic, and so was Xiao Wuli. His memories and cultivation were imprisoned and sealed by the laws of heaven and earth, but when the host invited him, he broke through the shackles of the laws of heaven and earth, just to say "This disciple is willing" to the host.

.

night.

Xiao Wuli stood helplessly in front of the bedchamber, biting her lip and pursing it, hesitating for a long time before daring not to step inside.

We can't keep Master waiting too long.

Xiao Wuli paused for a moment, took a deep breath to encourage himself, and comforted himself for a long time before daring to look up at the main hall. His phoenix eyes suddenly widened in surprise.

His master stood by the doorway, dressed in a simple white immortal robe. The fabric of his robe shimmered under the light of the jade lamps hanging from the eaves, and the hem of his robe fluttered slightly in the breeze. His dark hair was simply tied up with a jade hairpin, with a few strands falling across his cheeks. His skin was almost translucent in the lamplight, and his peach blossom eyes were half-closed as he looked at him, his gaze gentle yet tender.

It is ethereal and otherworldly, seemingly within reach, yet as distant as the bright moon hanging high in the heavens.

"Why aren't you coming in now that you're here?"

Only when he heard a familiar voice did Xiao Wuli slowly blink and come back to his senses. He breathed very lightly and whispered, "...Master."

"Um."