What's Wrong with Having a Grudge Against Master!

#Master-apprentice year, the little hateful couple will make love first and then make love [high attack and low defense, the ruffian disciple Shou vs. The superficial high-altitude flower master's attack] The master is the kind of hidden big rebel (bian) faction (tai) where "the apprentice kills people, I pass the knife/last the last blow" - 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 poured in the acacia juice. 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?" -1V1, they both love each other so much, locked up, I swallow the key alive. -I never care what the world thinks of me, I only care how others think of you because of me. Intention: When the wild geese return, it will be the real full moon on the West Tower