My Apprentice Always Pretends to Be Pitiful and Deceives Me into Being Soft-Hearted.

Pei Yu burned out his life in his previous life and fell in the wind and snow, watching helplessly as Shen Cichen was shackled and fighting fate alone. Once he was reborn, he joined the Wenyun Sect and became the chief disciple accepted by Fifth Elder Shen Cichen as an exception. Everyone in the world said that he had inferior spiritual roots and relied on his connections to rise to the top, which caused widespread criticism. But only Pei Yu knew that he came back for only one thing: to rewrite the predetermined ending and protect the cold lonely moon. Deep in the bamboo forest of Wuwang Peak, he set up a barrier and practiced alone on the night of the full moon, hiding his paranoia under a well-behaved and docile skin. Shen Cichen didn't know the obsession surging in the young man's heart, so he could only use his spiritual power to clear his damaged meridians day after day in the morning light. Dark golden spiritual roots, longevity as a sacrifice, the secret realm of Yin Ruins, "him" hiding behind the scenes... The road ahead is full of mist. The sect competition is approaching, the secret realm of Fushengjuan is connected to the wilderness of Yinxu, and the secret of the thousand-year altar gradually emerges. Rebirth is not redemption, it is just his second fight against fate. This time, he no longer wanted to be the one being protected behind him. He wanted to stand beside Shen Cichen and tear apart the shackles together. Pei Yu (pretends to be obedient and paranoid and criticizes madly) × Shen Cichen (cold and loves to eat candy balls and be pampered) Tag: Master and Disciple｜Past and Present Life｜Zhiguai, monsters and disasters I Micro abuse I Snippet: After the protective shield around Pei Yu disappeared, he hurriedly ran to Shen Cichen - walked around in a circle, stood on tiptoes and touched his cheek with both hands, carefully observing whether there were any wounds. He saw that there were no tears in the clothes around him, except for a red mark on the tiger's mouth on his right hand that was almost healed. He carefully raised the hand, lowered his head and approached it, and whispered towards the wound: "Huh-huh-, the pain flew away." When Shen Cichen saw the boy stop moving, he lowered his head and saw that Pei Yu was holding the hem of his clothes tightly, and his shoulders were shaking slightly, as if he was crying? She raised her hand to touch his hair and rubbed it. It was as soft as the down of some small animal. She couldn't help but rub it a little more. "It's okay, it doesn't hurt at all." The two of them were very close to each other. From a distance, they looked like a couple whispering in a low voice. Shen Cichen's ears felt hot and he couldn't help but turn his head. Pei Yu lowered his head, his eyes were slightly red, and his black pupils stared closely at the remains of the blood vine on the ground, with a trace of cruelty flashing across his face. He loosened the hem of Shen Cichen's clothes, and then he realized that the originally moon-white and neat fairy robe was now pulled out of every wrinkle, giving the illusion of a fairy entering the world. "If... If I were more useful, Master Immortal, you wouldn't be hurt." Speaking of this, Pei Yu felt a lump in his throat, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a hand, making it hard to breathe. When Shen Cichen saw that he started crying again, his indifferent expression turned into panic, and he hurriedly coaxed him: "Hey, don't cry, don't cry. It's just a minor injury and it doesn't matter." As he spoke, it was like a magic trick - a sugar painting appeared in his hand and was handed to the boy's eyes. He turned his head uncomfortably and didn't look at him: "This, this is my treasure. Don't cry after eating it!" Directly put the sugar painting into his hand. The moment the fingers touched, the pain and heart palpitations seemed to have disappeared. It was so peaceful, so peaceful... It made people feel a little panicked. Pei Yu held the sugar painting and took a lick, reluctant to bite it. He looked up at Shen Cichen, his eyes curved, the pear dimple on his left cheek gradually appeared, and his smile was like the spring breeze blowing the winter snow. Purpose: Break free from the shackles of fate, break the pain of the system with sincerity, and rebuild freedom and fetters.