My Black Lotus Master Is Weak and Cannot Be Bullied

[The master and apprentice are the only ones who have physical and mental health in their years. The Demon Lord is the master. He is strong for love and helps his wife to attain enlightenment] Su Chen went through XP and stewed a certain book with random attacks from passers-by. The system told him that one of his tasks was to prevent the beautiful and powerful master from falling from the altar and becoming a bully. After completing the task, he would be reborn and receive generous rewards. Su Chen: That's right! Facing various potential crises: System: In order to escort the master, the host is asked to withstand the violent storm. He protected the beautiful master who had lost all his cultivation behind him: Come on, let the storm come more violently! Faced with the rage of the demon king: System: A qualified host must learn to hit the gun by himself. He supported the crumbling sick and frail master: Mr. Dog, if you have anything, come at me! Faced with the bullying of the beautiful and powerful master: System: Host, we must not forget our mission. He arrived first, pointing his gun at the Demon Lord: Dare you blaspheme your master? Have you asked about my gun? So he was kidnapped by the demon king. Su Chen: QAQ, the system misunderstood me! Candlelight fills the Demon Palace's bedroom, and under the misty curtains, Su Chen's feet are bound with a silver chain and her hands are covered with red caltrops. Outside, gongs and drums are roaring, and the Demon Lord is approaching step by step. Su Chen closed his eyes, but he didn't hear any movement for a long time. "Don't be afraid little wolf." The long silence was broken by this voice as gentle as the autumn wind. Su Chen opened his eyes, but saw the corpses of the demons scattered in pieces. The demon king was also defeated miserably. Only the master, whose white clothes were white and unsullied by the snow, looked dignified and cold. He stepped over the mess on the ground and embraced him into his arms. "Don't be afraid, my teacher is here." Su Chen: "..." Sick and weak? Can you be bullied? Ah? In other words, is it still too late to download the anti-fraud APP? - Chu Muchi (Yan Wushuang) is a certain Tang Immortal who is subject to the plot. He thought that his life would end badly, but he met a young man who pulled him back to the world again and again. When the young man learned that the mission had failed and there was no hope of returning home, he killed himself with a sword, hoping to leave the hope of life to him. What a silly boy. He used his own power to turn things around and went back to the past, planning for a long time. Until he was shot through the body, the master still looked at the apprentice with a smile. In a daze, he recalled the innocent childish words of the young apprentice in the first few years of his life as a master. "What does master do?" Master... Since you are a teacher, you should practice it yourself and protect your disciples' thoughts. Reading Guide 1. The Demon Lord is the Master, one person plays two roles and helps his wife to attain enlightenment. 2. Long live the master and apprentice ((??? Has anyone asked you? —————————— Let's take a look at the literature about master-disciple hatred in the next year: "What's wrong with hating the master!" Please accept mua~ - 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 one's 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 his 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 a soft finger, caressing the master's eyebrows, cheeks, lips, and finally stopped at the most vulnerable and fatal throat. The apprentice frowned with an innocent look on his face, 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?" Intention: Do good deeds without worrying about the future.