My Beautiful Master Is Attacking

Yun Shu is the only disciple of Biyun Immortal. He has excellent qualifications and looks, and is highly sought after. But he only admired his cold and solemn master. Coveting the master, a thing that disregarded ethics, was despised by others, so he had no choice but to recite respect for the master a hundred times every day to alert himself. Later, he found out that his master was dying soon, and wanted to exchange his life for another, but unfortunately he didn't, and even made his master angry. The master was very angry and could not be coaxed. Later, he realized that there was another solution. It was actually the combination of yin and yang! Is there such a good thing? More importantly, Master has been pleased with him for a long time. The master didn't say it earlier, why are the two masters and disciples so polite? Yun Shu touched his chin and nodded seriously. Since the master was shy, he had to rely on him, so he immediately bought back ten albums. "Hey, beautiful master, I'm coming!" But the master always rejected him, and even the young master uncle couldn't look at him and kept coming to give him advice. Later, Yun Shu held her waist and went out, almost crying but without tears, she complained: "Uncle Master, you lied to me! Didn't you say that all masters are subject to it?" The young uncle spread his hands helplessly: "Who would have thought that there would still be a living Master Gong these days." QAQ… [The cool and forbearing beauty Master Gong* is self-righteous and a little bit spoiled] —— ———— Column advance collection "What's wrong with hating Master!" - Ten years ago, the apprentice was framed and narrowly escaped death. When his life was hanging by a thread, he still dragged his broken body and rushed back to the master's door, just to ensure that his master was safe. That night of heavy rain. Across the door, the apprentice accidentally overheard the conversation between the master and others. Leng Ruobingshuang confirmed the accusation: "The evil disciple is stubborn by nature and deserves to die." He laughed to himself, turned around and walked into the pouring rain. It has been ten years since the master and apprentice reunited. The apprentice had developed a unique skill and went back to settle old accounts one by one. Standing in a pile of corpses, slowly wiping his hands, he happened to meet the master who had been in seclusion for many years. The man was as cold as ever, dressed in snow clothes, high up, as if he was standing in the clouds, and his pure white brocade boots felt stained even if they were stained by even a speck of dust. He hid in a dark corner and put down the hidden weapon in his hand. How should this person's account be settled? Compared to taking a life. It seems that it would be more interesting to drag the glorious flower of the high mountains down from the altar and fall into the dust with him, trapped in filth and filth, struggling in the tug-of-war between worldly desires and identity. The apprentice put on his vest and returned to the master's door. Master, your evil disciple is coming back to repay you. - In the dim cave, the master was put in exquisite shackles. The apprentice took off his disguise, smiled charmingly, raised his hand and grabbed the master's chin, and forcefully stuffed an albizia pill into his mouth. The sharp edge of the dagger turned into soft fingers, caressing the master's eyebrows, cheeks, lips, and finally stopped at the most vulnerable and fatal throat. The disciple's brows were wilted and his eyes were a little innocent, half complaining and half teasing: "Disciple has been thinking about Master these years. He often eats without taste and cannot sleep at night. I wonder if you miss me?" Purpose: To be a teacher, one should preach, receive karma, and resolve doubts.