Wei En quickly broke the silence with a smile: "Okay, it's rare for me to speak, how can I bear to refuse?"

"Thank you, Senior Brother." Dongliu smiled faintly, "I knew Senior Brother must love me."

After saying that, he ignored the expressions of others and looked down at Donghua: "Master is full of dust all the way, can I wait for Master to take a bath first?"

After the words came, there was another strange silence.

Ping Yi could hardly help blurting out and scolded him for being shameless, but his words were stuck in his throat. He looked at Dongliu coldly, with a strong sense of disdain in his eyes.

Dongliu turned a blind eye.

"Thank you for your hard work, so I'll wait for Master." Wei En's tone was stable. When he looked at Donghua, he looked respectfully and obediently, "Does Master want to take a shower now?"

"Isn't the eldest brother going to be a big fish head?" Dongliu was puzzled, "Will you waste your time by serving your master? I'll just come here, I've served you a lot along the way, I have experience."

He paused, "It just so happened that after I and Master were bathed, the meal should be ready, right Master?"

Donghua listened to their unconcealed rivalry, Qinggui's face was gone, and only after Dongliu asked this question, he nodded casually.

At that moment, Dongliu saw the smile on Wei En's face froze and couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

Donghua got up to take a shower, and Dongliu followed behind him.

The two left one after another, and the six disciples bowed to see each other until they could not see them. Ping Yi couldn't help but spat: "What? It's just a slutty person who can't stand it. Do you really take yourself seriously?"

Wei En's expression became gloomy, and he pursed his lips tightly, and Xiuya's handsome face was covered with a layer of frost.

Behind the main hall of the Priests is the bedroom of the High Priest.

Yuntai Hua Hall connects the Jiuque Tiangong, as if it is a god far away from the world, overlooking the ants and sentient beings under the clouds.

In Yilan Palace, there are lights.

The man leaning against the pool wall raised his hand and gently hooked it. Dongliu walked up to him silently, allowing the man to hook his chin and hooked his black hair with a playful long finger.

"Dongliu." The man spoke, his voice was low and evil, and his eyes were filled with a cold and coldness as if the world was turning around. "What are you thinking?"

The man is powerful and has a dangerous aura that is overwhelming and fearful. It is impossible for Dongliu to say that he is not afraid at all.

However, at this moment, he looked at the man in front of him calmly: "Didn't the master say that they are all inexperienced things?"

Donghua narrowed his charming eyes: "So what?"

"I am the disciples of Master's family. They are not disciples, so it is clear who is inferior to whom." Dongliu's lips raised slightly, and his eyes were shiny. "Master thinks I can't help them to do something?"

Donghua tightened his chin: "Of course it's okay to ask them to do something, but Xiao Dongliu would better not make any ideas that shouldn't be, otherwise this little body would be afraid of suffering again."

Dongliu narrowed his eyes, and his delicate and tender little face turned slightly white, as if he was afraid.

The man let go of his chin and ordered him to turn sideways, and stroked his slender fingers over the charming red lotus mark on his shoulder. "Little Dongliu is the incarnation of the god on the lotus. Look at how beautiful this red lotus is, tsk, it really fascinates me."

Dongliu was stiff and wanted to say something, but the branded pain memory had not yet faded, and the pain of burning flesh made him not have the courage to anger the man.

At least not yet.

"Master." He restrained all the emotional fluctuations in his eyes, turned around, and looked at the man's eyes softened, "I'm hungry."

Donghua's eyes surged slightly and he said lightly: "If you are hungry, go for a meal."

After saying that, he got up and walked out of the bath.

Dongliuxi breathed a sigh of relief and walked out with him.

He served his clothes with his body intimately, and Dongliu was always cautiously nervous. The man in front of him was noble and powerful, but his temperament was too uncertain. If he was not careful, he might anger him.

Two years ago, he was unwilling to bear it anymore and did not want to live a worried life. He had enough fear and anxiety, so he secretly left Chaoyun Mountain. However, after leaving, he couldn't help but start to be scared.

He was worried about being found all day long, but the calm day by day and there was no movement, which made him feel lost and abnormal. In the first few months, I really didn't know what it felt like.

Later, after a long time, I got used to being alone.

But the longer the time, the more I feel lost in my heart. I often laugh at myself as if I am actually dispensable. With Master’s ability to predict the future, it is easy to know where he is, but he hasn’t been looking for it for so long.

So he should not have any important position in his heart.

So what about the closed disciples?

As long as he wants, he can collect another one at any time.

A year later, the man still didn't come to him, and Dongliu gradually gave up and hoped that he could live peacefully, stay away from Chaoyun Mountain from now on, and no longer have to be trembling. He could live the life he wanted from now on.

But I didn't expect that after two years, I was found.

The child who escaped from home.

When Dongliu heard this, he couldn't tell whether he was self-deprecating or relieved. After all, the master only regarded him as a child who escaped from his family, not a traitor.

He knew better than anyone what the word "traitor" meant in Chaoyun Mountain.

But the charge of escaping from home was tortured to death, and Dongliu could not imagine how Master would deal with the traitor.

"What are you thinking?"

The low-key voice sounded in his ears, Dongliu suddenly came back to his senses, and only then did he realize that he was actually in a daze just now.

He quickly tied the snow-white ice silk belt for his master, and Dongliu lowered his eyes and said, "I'm wondering why Master has let me be free outside for two years."

The man smiled softly when he heard this, stretched out his hand and raised his chin: "Let you sort out your feelings well and see if you really want to leave Chaoyun Mountain. Do you still need to think about the simple reason?"

Dongliu was silent for a moment, "What if I don't want to come back?"

"I want to think about it or not, it's just something I want you to see clearly." Donghua said calmly, "But whether to come back is not something you can decide."

Dongliu was speechless.

"Don't think too much about Xiao Dongliu." Donghua raised his lips, but his smile was cold and ruthless. "If you think too much, you will be afraid that your skin will suffer."

Dongliu's face turned pale, and he suppressed the fear in his heart and spoke: "Why does Master like to hit me so much?"

"Um?"

Dongliu pursed her lips, and there was a clear uneasy expression on her face, but she became a little more unruly: "My master has never attacked others, but she especially likes to torture me."

"Torture you?" Donghua smiled, "Don't Xiao Dongliu like to be tortured by me?"
Chapter completed!