Picked up a Sickly Little Devil

"What kind of immortal is that? Master, what kind of immortal do you think that is?" Lun Wuxu, whose face was half destroyed and crying with blood, looked at his master with sadness, anger and a little hope. His bloody red lips opened and closed seductively and said, "Master, don't you want me anymore?" ———— "Master, don't leave me. Ah Xu will be obedient, hehehe..." He chuckled a few times, and looked at the master with red cheeks as he said carefully word by word, "Then, eat - eat - you." ———— "Master, I don't want to call you master anymore." He touched Lin Runzhi's face and said, "I want to call you my husband, okay?" After saying that, he chuckled a few times, lay on the master's chest, played with the master's snow-white coat, his ears became redder and redder, and said carefully, "Master, you are also a man, and I am also a man. Do you think you are a husband, or am I a wife? Disciple will listen to you." With his little finger, he pulled the coat away to reveal his wheat-colored chest... "Master, Xu'er has been coveting you for a long time." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.