Quickly Wear The Face Of The Devil

FOD Chap 12.3

Chapter 12.3

Zhou Yun Sheng now just wanted to quickly heal his body and cultivate, then fifty years later, when the One Hundred Herb Secret Border opened again, he could go in to get Fang Wen Guang's body and bring it back to the sect to be buried. Of course, it was also a top priority to get revenge for his brother.

He sat on Zong Yi's knees, his body completely immersed in the shattered jade spiritual pool, only his head exposed. Severe pain assaulted his limbs like countless steel needles puncturing them, if it wasn't for his amazing willpower, he would've probably fainted and drowned.

Zong Yi had one hand on the spiritual pool's edge, the other hugging his small disciple's slender waist, slanting to observe his expressions.

"Are you in a lot of pain?"

"No, I'm fine."

"Tell master if you can't hold on."

"Ay."

The two people sat for a long time without a word, Zong Yi saw his small disciple still silently bearing the pain, and his heart couldn't help but feel some loss. He would rather his small disciple not try to be brave in everything, it would be good if he was more dependent on him.

After resting in the spiritual water, Zong Yi carried his small disciple to the jade bed, drying his hair with magic spells. He took out a set of white under dress and a black robe and carefully dressed him. The small disciple's body was thin, his skin pale, as if a light bump would bruise him, making Zong Yi feel a burst of sympathy. He wrapped his palm around his small disciple's feet, waited for them to get a little warmer, then pull on his socks and boots.

Each crease in the clothes were flattened, Zong Yi picked up a fine toothed comb and combed his small disciple's jet black hair into smooth silk. The two people cuddled and reclined on a soft couch, their hair twisting around and flowing together, their handsome faces fitted close to each other's, the scene looked beautiful and charming.

Zong Yi was fascinated with having his small disciple's gaze focused on him, he couldn't help but use his fingertips to carefully brush his long curly eyelashes, his always cold and stiff expression was, at this moment, incredibly gentle.

He pinned his small disciple's long hair back with a white jade hairpin and cupped his small disciple's soft face to look him up and down. The more he looked, the more he liked it, he wished he could hold him in his arms at all times.

"Master, when can I walk?" Zhou Yun Sheng didn't like being held and carried around like a toy all day.

"I haven't gotten the spiritual treasures to refine the medicinal pill yet, I need a few days to search." Zong Yi lied without batting an eye. In the future, when his small disciple could run and jump and cultivate, he would certainly think about leaving home to wander the continent, maybe even leave his master's sect and become an independent peak master when he cultivated to Yuanying. Just thinking about that made Zong Yi feel anxious.

If his small disciple dared put forward a demand to be an independent peak master in the future, he might simply break his two legs, happily tying him to his side all day. A light flashed across Zong Yi's eyes, but he just embraced his small disciple more tenderly and carried him to the side chamber to eat.

"You can't eat too much of this Red Jade fruit, you're now mortal, you'll explode if you eat more." Seeing his small disciple fondly devouring the sweet and sour fruit, Zong Yi quickly stopped him, he also reached into his mouth to pull out the fruit he was already chewing.

Zhou Yun Sheng immediately sucked in his fingers, wrapping his tongue around and licking them. Zong Yi's heart trembled violently, but his face didn't show it, he pressed down on his soft tongue for a moment, enjoying the warm and satiny sensation, then switched out his fingers for a jade spoon.