The White Cat's Divine Scratching Post

Chapter 22: Shixiong

Mo Tianliao stared perplexedly. "Master, is the tea not to your taste?"

Qingtong ignored him, a layer of white mist condensed at his fingertips, the tea instantly froze into shards, he raised his hand to drink again.

"Wait!" Mo Tianliao grasped his Master's hand in a flash, the cool hand seemed like warm jade, smooth and silky to the touch. He couldn't help caressing it secretly with the tips of his fingers. Before his Master realized, he took back the cup. "Master doesn't like hot drinks?"

Cold gorgeous eyes looked at him quietly. Qingtong didn't speak nor move.

That look was giving him ideas... Mo Tianliao coughed softly, pinched himself secretly, and started to brew the tea again. Using two cups, he transferred the steaming liquid from one to the other until the temperature was just right, before handing it over again.

In the past, when he didn't have a cold jade bowl, this was how he had brewed tea for Lord Kitty. Mo Xiaozhao didn't like mountain spring water, he preferred to drink tea from a cup. If he got burned, he would lose his temper.

Master was like a cat... Mo Tianliao's eyes curved in a smile. Looking at the delicate, pale pink lips slowly drinking the tea, he somehow felt inexpressibly content.

During his previous life, once he became powerful, Mo Tianliao never again tried to ingratiate himself with anyone except Lord Kitty, his cat who was "The one and only ruler of this world." Now, in the face of such a Master, he could not help but want to win his favor.

The Demonic path focused on following one's own inclinations. If you wanted to do something then you did. What use was there holding back?

"The hell are you looking at?!"

Mo Tianliao, who had been staring in a daze, was suddenly slapped on the back of the head. He fell forward, touched the place that had been hit, and finally reacted. It was very disrespectful to stare at Master.

"Disciple was disrespectful, Master, please don't be angry..." Mo Tianliao served him another cup of tea, then picked up the roasted fish, warmed it up in his palm using his fire magic, and handed it to his beautiful Master.

Qingtong couldn't be bothered to pay attention to this disciple's evil ways, he tore another piece of cold spring fish.

"Disciple Yu Li has met shishu," a quivering voice sounded just as the bit of fish was entering Master's mouth.

Mo Tianliao looked back and saw a pale and thin young man bending down to salute his Master, he seemed very nervous. He recalled the names of the disciples from each abode, if he was not mistaken, this should be Xuanji Zhenren's third direct disciple, Yu Li shixiong.

Qingtong raised his eyes, swallowed the fish, then the tip of his pink tongue peeked out to lick a bit of seasoning staining his thin lips.

When young Yu Li saw his shishu's action, he couldn't help shaking even more, his da-shixiong and second shixiong were afraid of shishu, so they sent him every time, they ignored the fact that he was the one most afraid of shishu!

"What?" Qingtong watched his shizhi with great interest.

"Uh, um..." Yu Li swallowed, took a deep breath, and said without looking up, "Sect Leader's disciple, Mo Xiong shixiong, and shishu's disciple, Meng Hu shixiong, have just returned to the sect. They are meeting with Sect Leader at Wotian Abode, Master sent xiaozhi to inform you."

"I see," Qingtong lightly replied, motioning with his hand to let his emotionally exhausted shizi leave.

Yu Li felt as if he had been granted amnesty, he saluted again, took a few steps back, turned around and ran. From beginning to end he had acted as if he did not see Mo Tianliao, he didn't even care that Mo Tianliao hadn't greeted him.