Chapter 105: Apprentice's stove

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Xie He is happy to live a leisurely day, when he came back, he was waiting for his baby vegetables in the herb garden. Before he asked, 444 took the initiative to alert.
[444: The host is big, the ink blackening value is 100! Σ(°△°)_]
[Thank you: Thank you for reminding me, baby. 】
[444: What is the swollen thing, why suddenly it is completely blackened! very scary! Σ(°△°)_]
[Xie He: Children, remembering the unhappy past of the starting point, it will be normal and temper is normal, it doesn't matter, I will solve him. Smile jpg]
[444: Really...]
[Thank Ho: Really:)
Xie He turned his head and looked at Mo Yan coldly, then continued to do things on his hands as if he had not seen him, as if he did not exist at all.
Momo stood behind, watching Xie He bent over a precious spirit grass, carefully smashing the insects above... The slender fingers of the white scorpion, the fingertips swept over the leaves of the lavender of the grass, dancing like a butterfly.
His gaze slowly moved up from the hands, and fell to Xie He’s pale and cold side, and the dark eyes flashed with red awns...
It is exactly the same as the memory that is stained with blood...
The handcuffs of the ink squat on the side of the body were tightly held, and they tried their best to restrain their impulses. They did not directly ask the person.
For a long time, he shouted with a low, dull voice: "Master."
Xie He gently wiped the water drops on the leaves of the grass, slowly turned around, indifferent: "What?" He did not ask where the ink went, nor expressed any concern, as cold as ever, as if Inklessly stayed away from care.
Mo Yan looked at such a thank-you, the only hope in the bottom of my heart was a little bit faint... But it was really unwilling.
How much he hoped that the memory was fake, it was just his own delusion, but as long as he looked at the man in front of him, he couldn’t even lie to his master to care for him. He remembered many things when he was a child. How did Master treat him at that time? How did the indifferent eyes look at him... like watching a dead object, an item...
Everything is explained now because he was going to kill him.
Mo Yan decided to look at Xie He, slowly opening: "Master, why did you adopt me in the first place?"
Xie He heard the action, and his eyes were slightly condensed. This apprentice has never asked him this question for so many years.
He turned his eyes and looked at the ink sputum. This is a tall, tall, handsome man with a temperament and calmness. He is no longer the boy who was a little boy, even longer than him... that face is even less Half a green, for twenty years, he always stood respectfully behind him, shouting at his master, growing up a little, gradually... he also really regarded him as his own apprentice.
But all this will not make him forget the purpose of leaving the child.
He needs a perfect body to win, because his broken body can't continue to practice, and the limit is coming... He adopted him in order to obliterate him and replace him one day.
However, this answer, in the face of the faint sin of the ink eye, the look of Ai... Xie He can not say.
Xie He lowered his eyes and continued to play with the herbs in his hands. His lips moved gently: "Why think about asking this."
Mo Yan looked at Xie He’s face and watched him remove his eyes. He did not answer this question directly. The blood became colder and colder... Why not answer it directly, why should you avoid it because your answer cannot be said? right?
Ink can conceal strength and cultivate to the present day. Of course, he is not a naive person. He has long noticed the speciality of his blood. He also knows that his blood talent will attract some people’s jealousy. He is in a ruthless way... He has been In an effort to become stronger, he must be strong enough to be fearless and powerful enough to control everything.
He has been working hard and working hard.
But he never thought about it. He has always been killing him. It is actually his favorite person, his closest master...
He adopted him, but it was also for his blood.
All this is so clear, but he deceives himself and deceives himself... The person who deceives himself does not really hurt him. He deceives himself as a person who is indifferent and deliberately ignores this cruel reality.
[叮, the target ink 沧 沧 -10, the current good feeling 80, blackening value 100]
There is a hint of self-deprecating color in the eyes of Mo Yan, he should kill him, first to be strong! But he sadly discovered that he was reluctant to do so, knowing that this person is so ruthless, but still here... Like a poor worm, begging for hope.
The ink snoring sounds more and more low, he did not move, just asked again: "Master, have you ever cared about me?"
Thank you for your action, is there?
Maybe there is something... Maybe when he hasn’t noticed it, he instinctly cares for him as a disciple, but he’s not always a person who is good at expressing emotions, remembering the death of Yang’s yang before the ink, and now facing He didn't know how to push forward and retreat. It was inevitable that the heart was not happy. The brow wrinkled and said: "You have asked too much."
In the past, in the face of Xie He’s tone, Mo Yan had long bowed his head and admit it wrong, but he still did not move today. He did not seem to give up, and asked again: "Master, do you care a little about me?

Xie He finally put down the herb in his hand and stood up and walked step by step. The cold black scorpion was filled with ruthless light, and slightly opened his lips: "Let it open."
He was in a bad mood, and he was very impatient when he had a heart-wrenching response to the unconventionality of the ink.
Ink did not let, the hand under his sleeve shivered slightly.
Xie He snorted and waved his hand to the side, leaving the head without leaving.
Ink did not evade. He was beaten to the chest by Xie He, and fell to the ground. This palm was not very hard, but the pain that spread in the chest almost made him unable to breathe.
Yes, he should recognize the reality and let go of the delusions that should not be there.
He can't be sorry that he was ruthlessly killed and indulged in a person who would never love him.
This is also good, he does not have to hesitate.
Mo Yan stretched out his hand, lying on the palm of his hand, the ice-cream flower that he had hard to find his life, and the beautiful flower was turned into powder in his hand.
[叮, the target ink 沧 沧 -10, the current good feeling 70, blackening value 100]
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Xie He left the herb garden and returned to his room. He slowly brewed a cup of tea for himself. Recently, he has become more and more fond of this spiritual tea, which is refreshing.
[444 finally couldn't help it: Wow, the host is big, don't you say that you want to solve him? Qaq] Is this a solution? This is the oil on the fire!
[Thank you: Baby, I mean, I will open him, but is it said now? 】
[444:......]
[Thank you: It is not the best time now:)
[444: The feeling of goodness has dropped by 20! Qaq] This is the first time to drop the good feelings...
[Xie He: Is this very strange? The love of young people is coming fast, and it’s normal to be cold and hot. A little thing is emotionally fluctuating. When you are happy, you will die for you. If you are unhappy, you will abandon your work. It doesn't matter, I am It will make him wake up, after all, the love that has experienced the storm is more determined. Smile jpg]
[444:_(:3ゝ∠)_] He doesn't think it's a small thing...
[Thank you: What's more, I will take back my total will come back again :)]
[444:......]
Xie He casually sipped tea, the language is always pale, once a person recognizes one thing, any open solution is futile, and will only be used as a sophistry. Even today, even if he said his own mind to answer the question of Mo Yan seriously, he could not really resolve the hatred in his heart, but only made things more complicated and complicated. What's more, Mo Yan did not say it... If he said that he was a character of the season, he didn't bother to defend himself. He couldn't say to Mo Yan: I wanted to kill you before, but now I change my mind and don't want to kill you. Please forgive me.
This kind of thing that has collapsed and has no effect will not be done.
Some things, which you realize, are more useful than others, saying that people always believe in themselves.
As for the degree of good feelings... Xie He realized that it was very early, and that the good feelings of the ink line on the season are not so much love, but possessiveness. Although possessiveness is also a kind of love, it is slightly superficial. So at the beginning he would say that he would teach him to love someone.
Really love a person, should not be desperate possession and coercion.
However, Xie He did not expect that Mo Yan was really very calm, and that it did not appear again for many days, and there was no direct action.
Thank you for taking advantage of the rare time, three meals a day, changing the pattern to cook for yourself. After all, waiting for his baby to do it, it is estimated that the mouth above will not be taken care of. Fortunately, this body is a cultivated person, how to eat is not fat, all turned into spiritual digest, Xie He is very satisfied with this, he likes his body now, a body that will not shape, no matter how you eat, simply Don't be great.
Just such a month is fleeting.
Thanks to the very fulfilling, he not only ate the ingredients that can be eaten in the herb garden, but also developed several new dishes. Right... the injury suffered before.
Until the end of the month, I came to the stone room as usual.
[Xie He: I think my happy life is about to begin. I can finally improve the frequency of life. It is too low once a month. Smile jpg]
[444:o(n_n)o~] Still just keep smiling...
[Thank you: Baby is boring and go out to play, I am reimbursed :)]
[444: Thank you boss! \\(≧▽≦)/] This is actually a smile from the heart!
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Xie He slowly woke up and found himself being held in his arms as usual, and his eyes were still blindfolded. This time the opponent was extraordinarily rude and played mercilessly with his body. The powerful big hand clasped his waist and almost crushed his bones.
He made a painful snoring and faintly struggled.
Ink slammed his action, staring at the man in his arms, woke up... His fingertips passed over Xie He’s chin and slowly descended on his raised neck, pale skin, swaying throat, Inexplicable - feeling... ink hand holding his neck.
He can kill him like this, but... not reconciled, so killing him like this is not enough to calm the pain in his heart.
Xie He felt that the man's hand fell on his throat, feeling the cold and cold intentions of the other party... The body was stiff and the crisis of death was so close. He slowly said, "Do you want to kill me?"
The sound is so calm, as if it was expected.
In fact, since he couldn't get rid of this nightmare, he knew that man was a knife and he was a fish. His life was always held in the hands of the unknown man. He mastered his most deadly weakness, approached him a little, and teased him... ...like a hunter playing with the prey in his cage.
The arrival of this day is not unexpected.
Mo Yan listened to the calm voice of Xie He, the angry hatred in the chest began to spread and raging... This person, why not always put his life and death in his eyes, then he can not hesitate to leave his choice and Other men have gone to the same end, and now they are so lightly facing their own life and death...
No, I won't kill you, I want to make you feel painful and let you feel my despair.
It’s not terrible to die, it’s terrible to suffer from living.
The ink licks the lips and smacks a cold arc and makes a chuckle.
This is the first time Xie He heard a man making a voice, and this laugh... made him stunned for a moment.
Ink's right hand suddenly condensed a cone of ice, unrelentingly inserted into the body of Xie He!
Xie He made a scream and screamed, his shame, shame and pain caused his face to start to be distorted. Before the lightness of the past, he shouted: "I want to kill you!"
Ink and death, holding down the struggle, thank you, lips stuck on the side of his ear, a low-pitched laugh, "Yes? Then you should have started early, it is too late, Master."