My master is obedient and soft

Chapter 1

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The walls are dripping.

In the dark dungeon, only a few tiny rays of light came in, and the moss-covered walls were corroded by years of running water, leaving deep marks.

Sewage overflowed the ground, and a fairy in white was locked in the depths of the dungeon.

The cold black iron clasped his white wrist, the long chain was dragged in the sewage, and the end was nailed to the mottled wall.

The white-clothed fairy has blue silk like a waterfall, and her long hair hangs down to her waist, covering her cheeks. The smooth lines and sharp chin on the side face that are only exposed can be seen as a stunning beauty at a glance.

The numb fingers slightly curled up, and Zheqing opened his eyes drowsily.

——Since the day of the battle between immortals and demons, he was taken back to the demon world by his apprentice who was possessed by demons, it has been countless days.

The iron chain dropped his arms, forcing him to bend his knees and kneel on the ground in an uncomfortable position, his body stiff and uncomfortable.Zheqing furrowed her delicate eyebrows, sighed softly, and clearly felt that her physical strength was being lost.

Suddenly, the door of the dungeon shone brightly.

The enchantment outside the prison made a piercing hum, and even the iron chains on Zheqing rattled, but it fell silent again in an instant, and then Zheqing felt a palpitatingly powerful force entering the room. Come to the dungeon.

The black demonic energy instantly transformed into a human form, and the person who came strode into the sewage on the ground, the black cloak fluttered behind him with the wind, and the luxurious black shoes trimmed with gold silk splashed tiny water splashes on the ground, the person was not confused As if he was concerned that the sewage would wet his shoes, he walked straight to the white figure locked deep in the dungeon.

Zheqing was dazzled by the sudden light and couldn't open his eyes, he took a while to get used to it before opening them.

In sight, the man's black boots and slender straight legs stopped in front of his eyes.

In the next second, his chin was lifted roughly by the person in front of him, with a strong hand and no mercy.

Facing the light, Zheqing saw his face clearly.

It was a man of extremely tall stature, exuding a cold and powerful aura all over his body, and a thick black-purple demonic energy lingered around him, as if he had come from hell. His outline was sharp and stern, with a straight nose and black eyes It's a bottomless abyss.

That was his former little apprentice... but now he has become familiar and unfamiliar.

Zheqing felt his throat dry for a while, he raised the corner of his mouth as if he wanted to laugh, but bloodshot from his chapped lips.

"A Yuan...you are here."

Wen Yuan condescendingly looked down at the prisoner below him. His back was thin and he was in a state of embarrassment. He was imprisoned alone in the depths of the dungeon, like a flower that has been destroyed and thrown away at will.

The corner of Wen Yuan's mouth curled into a sneering arc, he knelt down in front of him, and finally his eyes were on level with him, Zhe Qing heard his cool smile and said: "Master, I don't know how the disciple's hospitality has been these few days?"

The words were cold and ruthless, and the strength of his hands made Zheqing's cheeks ache slightly.

Wen Yuan looked at Xianjun Zheqing, who was frowning in pain with his head up, his former master, and gently stroked his chapped lips due to lack of water for a long time with his thumb.

gorgeous.Also really embarrassing.

And all of this is thanks to him.

Gee.

Wen Yuan felt a tinge of joy in his heart, now his master was finally defeated by him, finally caught by him.

So he sneered and said, "You are so pitiful."

Zheqing was imprisoned here by Wen Yuan for many days, and studied for a long time. Hearing his words, his eyelashes trembled unconsciously, like a fragile butterfly whose wings were broken off.

Wen Yuan let go of the hands pinching Zheqing's cheeks, and saw the red marks on Zheqing's cheeks pinched by him as he wished.

His master is still like this, his whole body is thin and tender, and it will leave marks if touched, but his appearance is very cold.It's just that his master has always been very thin in his impression, and now he is even more pitifully thin, with no flesh at all on his face.

Now this Qing Leng Xianzun bears the fingerprints pinched out by the demon disciples on his face

Gaoling Zhihua finally fell off the altar and was severely humiliated.

In an instant, Wen Yuan's eyes darkened.

But Zheqing's eyes were calm, just looking at him calmly, without the panic or shame or begging for mercy that he wanted to see.

This made Wen Yuan very unhappy.

He smiled, and tugged on the chain tied around Zheqing's wrist, causing the clanging sound to be very clear in the empty dungeon.

Zheqing's slender wrist bones had already been worn red by the black iron, and this movement felt like the black iron was going to be embedded in the flesh.

Wen Yuan said: "Master, if you beg me, I will let you go."

Zheqing turned her head away from him and closed her eyes.

But in the next moment, Wen Yuan straightened his chin, and there was faint anger in Wen Yuan's voice: "Look at me!"

The iron chain jingled, and Zheqing was hurt so much that he struggled to break free from him, his voice was hoarse and weak: "You...let me go."

Instead, Wen Yuan tightly grasped the iron chain, and brought Zheqing in front of him. Instead of pinching his cheek with his other hand, he pinched his chin instead, "Please, or you will know the consequences."

beg him?

Zheqing thought about it, since he was locked up in this dungeon, Wen Yuan only came once on the first day, and gave him some water rudely, at that time he seemed to say something that made Wen Yuan very unhappy, After that, I left him here alone and never saw him again, until today.

The dungeon was very cold, and the black iron chains hung his arms at an angle that was neither high nor low, making him unable to stand up straight or sit down, so he had to kneel in the sewage all over the floor, his legs were soaked in cold water and lost consciousness , Mental and physical strength have already passed away.

Zheqing suddenly felt a little wronged.

The desolate beauty closed her eyes, pursed her lips as if accepting her fate, and never spoke again.

"Heh." He heard the apprentice who had already been enchanted laugh, and Zhe Qing's heart trembled slightly.

The next moment, the person in front of him suddenly tore his clothes vigorously.

Zheqing hurriedly opened his eyes, and pushed him in a hurry without thinking, but his hands were still tied by iron chains, how could he push him away, seeing his outer robe being torn by Wen Yuan several times and throwing it on the ground, With his snow-white undershirt exposed, Wen Yuan was about to grab his collar.

Zheqing panicked all of a sudden, and the indifference in his eyes was broken: "You...what are you doing? Stop!"

"It's not up to you."

"Do I need to remind you, Zheqing, you are just my prisoner now."

He didn't call him Shizun again.

Black magic energy seeped out from the palm of Wen Yuan's palm, and then he volleyed towards the wall with all his strength, and the thousand-year-old black iron broke inch by inch from the wall like scrap iron, and when it was about to shatter in front of him, Wen Yuan Holding the two chains, he twisted Zheqing's arms behind his back, and the iron chains bound his hands tightly with three or two strokes.

"Ah..." Zhe Qing couldn't help crying out in pain.

With a "hissing", the inner garment was torn from the neckline, Wen Yuan tore off the torn inner garment, and immediately exposed the snow-white shoulders.The thin collarbone stood abruptly on it, and a few strands of black hair brushed on her shoulders, so fragile that one wanted to destroy it.

There was a sword wound under the collarbone.

It had only been bandaged hastily, and it had been loosened a lot after the struggle just now, revealing a bit of a hideous wound.

Wen Yuan's hand lightly covered the sword wound, he sighed, and slowly walked his long fingers along the wrapped white cloth.

The body under the palm trembled slightly.

Zhe Qing was a little frightened by his torment.At this time, he was kneeling in disheveled clothes in front of Wen Yuan, and he touched the wound on his shoulder, his hands were still tied backwards and he couldn't move. The uncomfortable posture made him lean forward, as if he took the initiative to push his chest up. Give him the same touch.

The stage where the wound grows flesh is often a little itchy, and Zheqing's itching is made even worse by Wen Yuan's touch-like movements, and he wants to move but can't.It was the first time in his thousands of years of life that he was pressed and touched in the dungeon with disheveled clothes, let alone that person was his former apprentice.He twisted his body uncomfortably, his face flushed red, he didn't know whether it was from shame or anger.

After a long time, Zheqing was finally tinged with tears in Wen Yuan's forced voice: "Don't do it..."

Only then did Wen Yuan stop his hands. He carefully looked at the person in front of him who was being bullied by him biting his lip and not getting angry, and finally untied him from the iron chain tied behind his back.

He held Zheqing's hand and placed it on his heart, and fixed his dark eyes on him: "Master, does it hurt?"

"Here," Wen Yuan pressed Zheqing's hand that he wanted to withdraw tightly, "it hurts a thousand times more than the wound on your shoulder."

When he said this, he brought up the past between the two of them 300 years ago, and Zheqing felt a pang of distress in his heart, and the pain was as fine as a needle prick attached to his heart.

This made him unable to look directly into Wen Yuan's eyes, and he didn't dare to meet his scorching gaze again. He wanted to explain many times, but the words stuck in his mouth and he swallowed them abruptly.

After a long time, Zheqing whispered: "I'm sorry..."

Wen Yuan said: "I really want Master to experience the pain of being pierced through my heart by your sword."

When mentioning the past, Zheqing's face turned pale instantly.

"A Yuan..." Zheqing's face was pale, and it took him a long time to call him softly, a bit like flattery.

Wen Yuan was unmoved, he stared coldly at the impoverished white-clothed immortal in front of him, his master, and thought to himself, look, he wants to use this trick again, tries to coax him, and wants to soften his heart It's over.

Master, just this time, I won't be fooled by you again.

Wen Yuan raised his hand, and pressed down hard on Zheqing's sword wound.

The wound that had just scabbed and grown flesh was torn open in an instant, and the blood dripped down Wen Yuan's fingers, almost instantly staining the white cloth that had been hastily wrapped red. At the same time, Zheqing could no longer hold back his voice shouted.

"what!"

He suddenly lost his strength from the pain, and the cold sweat flowed down almost instantly, many days of training made his body unbearable, and Zhe Qing's body uncontrollably limp on Wen Yuan's body.

Wen Yuan took his convulsed body expressionlessly, and lightly embraced him in his arms.But when he looked at Zhe Qing's painfully bloodless lips, he still frowned, and he didn't have the pleasure of revenge as imagined.

This sword wound was stabbed by him himself, when the long sword penetrated Zheqing's entire shoulder.

That was when he led an army of millions of demons to attack the fairyland a few days ago.The group of guys in the fairy world were beaten to pieces by the demon army. Seeing that they couldn't even hold the last barrier, at the last moment, only Xianjun Zheqing was left to fight him with his Weijian. Zheqing had exhausted his physical strength in the previous fight with the demon army, and allocated part of his spiritual power to set up an enchantment in the fairy world. Naturally, it was a dead end to fight against the ancient demon king.

The powerful mana shook Zheqing's wrist, and the Fuwei sword was shaken out of his hand. At the same time, Mozun's scarlet long sword pierced straight into his body.

The Immortal Realm was defeated, and Zheqing knelt down in front of him.

Just when Wen Yuan raised his hand and was about to order the million demon army to attack the fairyland in one fell swoop, unexpectedly, the people on the ground gently grabbed the hem of his clothes.

Wen Yuan looked down at the defeated former Master with condescending cold eyes, that Zheqing Immortal Venerable who enjoyed a high reputation in the entire fairy world, everyone said that he was lofty, self-sufficient, profound and righteous, as bright as the moon and unattainable.

At this time, his slender and slender fingers were stained with blood and stains, but he was holding on to Wen Yuan's clothes tightly for fear that he would leave. He heard Zheqing's intermittent pleading: "You and I have grievances, don't hurt others..."

In the end, the demon army still didn't break into the fairy world, but Zheqing Xianzun was taken hostage by the demon.

Wen Yuan sealed his five senses and took Zheqing all the way to the demon world. When Zheqing woke up again, he found himself locked in a dark dungeon.

"Woo...it hurts."

Zheqing was tortured to the point of unconsciousness. The wound was hastily bandaged and healed very slowly. One can imagine the pain of being torn apart by external force just after the scab formed.

Cold sweat soaked his long dark hair, strands of which stuck to his cheeks. The dull pain made Zheqing lose his mind, as if he had fallen into an endless abyss. Arm, like grabbing a life-saving straw.

The person in the arms kept burrowing into Wen Yuan's arms, holding Xuan Tie's scarred wrist tremblingly around Wen Yuan's neck, embarrassed and pitiful.

"A Yuan... it hurts... oh, help me..."

The corners of Zheqing's eyes were wet and red, and he softened his voice and called him whimperingly, like a lover begging for mercy. All defenses were removed.

In a coma, Zheqing regarded him as the most trustworthy person.

This reminded Wen Yuan of a hundred years ago, when they were still masters and apprentices, Zheqing would do the same when he was tired and in pain. She stretched out her arms and begged him for a hug.

After all, Wen Yuan couldn't see Zheqing's appearance, he frowned, but still said in a low voice with a ruthless heart: "Zheqing, you are not allowed to act like a baby, it is useless, this is punishment."

Wen Yuan raised Zheqing's chin and wiped it at the corner of his eyes, forcing him to open his hazy eyes: "Look clearly, who I am now."

Zhe Qing was crying, his thin shoulders were trembling in Wen Yuan's arms, he choked up and said intermittently: "You are A Yuan..."

"No...it hurts...don't punish me...how could Ah Yuan do this..."

Wen Yuan's heart was softened by him, his master was bullied by him at the moment, and he was unconscious, weak and helpless nestled into a ball in his arms, like a thin and pitiful cat.

He sighed, still couldn't bear it after all.

He tapped the tip of Zheqing's crying red nose, and said in a soft voice that he didn't even realize: "Let's let you go today."

Then he raised his hand and slashed at the back of Zheqing's neck, knocking him unconscious, then picked up his legs and carried him out of the dungeon steadily.