When scolding a liar, it is actually when it is truly combined into one, Xiao Qingwu's little self-imposed entanglement immediately dissipated with the wind. Instead, he felt that... this guy was good at coaxing and deceiving, without compulsing or tangling, and naturally he was united.

I should have been with him like this long ago.

She sighed and slowly calmed down.

"Does it hurt?" Xue Mu asked in a low voice.

"It hurts." Xiao Qingwu sniffed: "My heart hurts even more. I was raped by my master. I am so pitiful."

Xue Mu looked at her speechlessly, "If you are so pitiful, why are you wrapping your arms around my neck?"

Xiao Qingwu said: "You said I wrote it wrong at that time. It didn't hurt that much, but it was also lying to me. It hurts very much...but..."

"But what?"

"But... if the master likes it... it hurts." Xiao Qingwu's eyes became more and more confused: "The disciple has no other ability in his life... I am very happy that he can serve the master in this body."

Xue Mu was so amused and moved, but he was also really moved.

No wonder she always makes some good things for her. She doesn't need these things. She doesn't need them at all. The warriors can't use this kind of decoction to him. No matter how smart or black Xiao Qingwu is, she doesn't know how to help him. She can only clumsyly use the medical skills she is good at to help things within her ability.

Where can I find such a filial apprentice?

He lowered his head and kissed him, and said vaguely: "Then let Master... love you more."

Xiao Qingwu was ready to die as if he was homeless, but slowly realized that... it seemed that it was no longer painful.

Not only does it not hurt, but it begins to spread from flesh and blood to soul.

It's all about death, but it's not painful...

It's the opposite...

When the soul was washed up to the clouds, Xiao Qingwu finally understood why he could hear their screams, and he couldn't help it...

He also said that he was serving the master, who was serving whom?

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The next morning.

Xue Mu woke up refreshedly, and his little apprentice was lying on the side like a dead pig, with an extremely indecent posture. Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was blowing. The delicate girl died several times, and finally she slept with extreme fatigue.

Xue Mu also slept very comfortably, and his relationship with his apprentice was natural. He said he was lustful, but he didn't even let him go. But if he really said he was let go, he might have told him if he was sick.

I gave this matter the day before the decisive battle. As Yue Xiaochan said, it not only relieved the pressure, but also allowed the last trace of regret to be relieved. At this moment, I was so energetic that I could beat him up even if I faced the purity.

"Master, are you awake?" Xiao Qingwu opened his eyes halfway through sleepy eyes, and then immediately opened his eyes: "Are you leaving?"

"No, no." Xue Mu stroked her shoulders and comforted her: "This kind of chaos in the big state is not a fight between two hills. How could there be a blazing fire that comes in an instant? I'm waiting for Gu Ying's message. It's time for us to leave when she comes back."

Xiao Qingwu breathed a little relieved, turned over and leaned into his shoulder: "Master's shoulders are so comfortable. Is this nest a man specially lying for women?"

"Sure enough, the holy hand of the medicine saw through the Creator's intention at first glance."

"Hmph..." Xiao Qingwu grabbed a small chunk of hair and turned around on his shoulder: "So this kind of thing feels like this, it's really comfortable... I know how to write it next time..."

Xue Mu sniffed the warm fragrance in his arms, and the little apprentice's brain circuit made him laugh: "Do you still want to write such dramas?"

"It depends on the situation, and you can use it when it is time to write."

Xue Mu was serious: "Yes, this is called life experience. If the Dream of the Red Chamber we worked with didn't count, you have only published one debut so far, which means that when you publish the second one, it should be the same as the time."

Xiao Qingwu laughed and said, "When did the debut work become this meaning?"

"Do you want to write a second book?"

"Think about it." Xiao Qingwu thought for a while and said, "I still want to write with my master. Since I wrote the Red Mansion, I always feel that my independent structure is lacking too much."

"So have you ever thought about writing a story? How about you come up with an idea, Master will help you with a structure?"

"Some." Xiao Qingwu said enthusiastically: "I think Yizhou has gone from fighting among the heroes to occupying one side of the three forces, and the whole nation is unrest, aiming at Yishui. There are many magnificent stories, passionate, emotional, strategy and fighting, and it will be very exciting to deduce. And here it can also convey the idea of ​​peace and stopping war. Master requires the natural gate to produce grain and plant resources to restore people's livelihood, which is the real plan for the people's hearts and the plan for the whole age."

As he was talking, he saw Xue Mu confused. Xiao Qingwu slowly continued to whisper and tried to ask: "Master, do you think this is too difficult? Then... let's write a little smaller?"

"No...how do you know I want to write about the Three Kingdoms..." Xue Mu scratched his head: "It's not good to write about Yizhou, how can we still underestimate a background? It's similar to Water Margin, and it's like a large army fighting, not a single person is charming."

Xiao Qingwu said happily: "Of course I'll listen to my master. The war between the army is in line with Yizhou today."

Xue Mu turned over and said, "Get paper and pen!"

They are clearly facing an unpredictable battle situation, and the master and apprentice are still intent on opening new pits. If others see it, they really don’t know how to complain, but these two guys have no consciousness at all and are as enthusiastic as they celebrate the festival.

It’s not surprising that literary youths are attracted to literary youths.

"We will write this book in several parts in several parts. Master will give you the outline of the first two parts. If you think about it carefully, you can no longer use the pen tip of the Dream of Red Mansions in the text. I will make up for the rest when I come back..." Xue Mu spread out the manuscript paper and slowly wrote: "Romance of the Three Kingdoms, the first part, the Yellow Turban Rebellion..."

Xiao Qingwu carefully watched the fine outline of the first part slowly formed under Xue Mu's pen, and the heroes and story settings were displayed before her. She seemed to have seen a world of golden swords and iron horses, a storm that was so enchanting that it was slowly building under the tip of the pen, slowly creating the world.

She turned to look at Xue Mu's side face. The morning sun shone in through the window frame, reflecting a hazy halo on Xue Mu's body. When she thought carefully, she felt that her master was really a god.

If he is not a god, how can he create one world after another that looks like a real one? In those worlds, there are the way of heaven and souls.

Xiao Qingwu wished that the matter last night would continue to start and kept doing it until he left. She didn't want his master to leave her sight.

"Knock..." The knock on the door sounded, and Yue Xiaochan pushed the door in with a smile: "You master and apprentice all night long... Huh?"

Even though Yue Xiaochan knew Xue Mu very well, she never expected that they were actually typing at this time!

Yue Xiaochan was powerless to complain, rolled her eyes and leaned over. She wanted to see what kind of magical work was Xue Muchunxiao not continuing for a moment, but instead started typing?

"Part 2, the princes are seeking Dong..."

Yue Xiaochan looked at the dense war and strategy settings and grinned: "Can Qingwu write such a thing?"

Xiao Qingwu shook his head like a rattle: "No...no confidence."

"No matter if you don't have confidence, try writing it first." Xue Mutou smiled without raising his head: "Xiao Chan is here just right, and the detailed outlines of the first two parts are just completed. Let me give you a preface... It can be considered as a guide for Qingwu."

The two girls stared at Xue Mu's pen, and a famous poem was born in front of him.

"The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes.

Right and wrong, success and failure turn out to be empty, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.

The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter are on the river bank, and are used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.

A pot of turbid wine is a joyful meeting. How many things happen in ancient and modern times are all laughing at."

The meaning of it is unspeakable, almost something they cannot understand at their age, but for some reason they can't take their eyes off their eyes as they look at it. There seem to be thousands of words in their hearts, but they hover in their throats and cannot express it.
Chapter completed!