Wen Meichu has lost her memory. Faced with the countless disciples she once took in, she falls into deep contemplation.
Why are all her disciples competing to win her favor and getting jealous over one another? Was there something wrong with the way she used to teach them?
The cool, aloof eldest disciple's cheeks flush faintly. The hand holding his sword trembles ever so slightly. Without a word, he lowers his eyes and kicks a barbed whip over to Wen Meichu's side. In a hoarse voice, he says, “Master, I'm willing.”
The wanton, wicked, and cunning Demon King kneels obediently at Wen Meichu's feet before everyone's eyes. He reaches out, his fingers climbing up from her ankle, and says with utmost devotion, “Master, I'm back.”
The proud princess of the mortal realm suddenly realizes her true feelings on a dark and windy night. She rushes into Wen Meichu's room, sweet fragrance clinging to her, and says, “Marry me, Master.”
The unruly young man from Miaojiang bites his fingertip and lets his blood drip among the densely packed venomous insects. He smiles brightly. “Sister, this is a love-binding gu. Now you and I can serve the Great God together for the rest of our lives.”
Wen Meichu decides she has no choice but to run.
This is my second book, and I have learned a lot from it! Hope you all like it 😍 Wen Meichu, the group's beloved little master with amnesia, cuteness and extremely high martial arts, has countless disciples, all of whom are eyeing him. In fact, all kinds of people may be the heroine's disciples, and there are little interesting things about finding disciples along the way. I don't know if I can finish what I want to write. I hope you like it.