My nemesis insists on me committing myself

Chapter 112 I Don't Like Men

Fanyin looked at the young man who suddenly rushed forward with a dazed expression. The light shone on his face, and Fanyin recognized his identity.

It turned out that it was the boy who was watching the excitement in the restaurant today!

"Master!" Wen Yuanxun was overjoyed. He thought that he might not encounter the Sanskrit sound today, but he didn't expect to meet it so soon.

They are definitely predestined mentors and apprentices!
The more he thought about it, the happier he was.

"Who is your master?" Sanskrit asked, looking at the young man who suddenly appeared in front of him with some bewilderment.

Seeing this, Wen Yuanxun hurriedly said, "You! You are my master."

Otherwise, who else?
Sanskrit looked him up and down, and said, "I really don't know when I accepted such a big apprentice like you."

When Wen Yuanxun heard the words, he quickly knelt down to Sanskrit and kowtowed three times: "Master, please accept my apprentice's worship."

Before waiting for Sanskrit to respond, Wen Yuanxun had already finished worshiping his teacher, and then looked at the attendant beside him, as if thinking of something, he ran directly into the house, and when he came out again, he already had an extra cup of tea in his hand.

"Master, please drink tea!" Wen Yuanxun quickly took over and handed the tea to Sanskrit.

"Hey...how did you snatch the teacup!" After Yin Duning realized it, he also chased after him.

She sat in the main hall waiting for Sanskrit to come back, but instead of her daughter, she waited for a cup thief who grabbed the cup, poured tea, and rushed outside.

As soon as the result came out, I saw such a scene.

"Yin'er, what's going on?" Yin Dening also looked at the scene in front of him in a daze, and really didn't understand what was going on.

"Mother, don't pay attention to them, you two lunatics!"

Fanyin took the cup back, supported Yin Dening and walked directly into the house, not wanting to talk to Wen Yuanxun too much at all.

"Master, you have drunk my respected tea!" Wen Yuanxun hurriedly chased after him, but Sanskrit waved his hand, and the door was slammed shut.

"Aw..." Wen Yuanxun yelled, covering his nose and jumping.

"Blood...blood...young master, it's...it's blood!" the attendant stammered.

Wen Yuanxun took off the hand covering his nose. When he saw the blood in the palm of his hand, he rolled his eyes and passed out.

"Master..."

……

"Smelly……"

Wen Yuanxun, who was leaning on the chair, frowned tightly.

"Master!" the attendant called hurriedly.

Wen Yuanxun struggled to open his eyes, and saw Sanskrit sitting opposite her, with his eyes tightly closed, as if he had entered the fragrance of dreams.

Yin Dening sat on one side, looking at her slightly.

And his attendant was holding the book in front of him with joy on his face, bending over, his face was almost touching his.

Wen Yuanxun suddenly reached out to push the book away, then hugged his body tightly, and looked at him vigilantly, "What are you doing so close? Although my son is unparalleled in beauty, I don't like men!"

Holding the book in silence for a while, whose silly young master is this!

"Master, you've passed out." Hugging the book, he hurriedly said, winking at Wen Yuanxun.

He hurriedly looked at Sanskrit on one side, but saw that her eyes were closed all the time, and at this moment her whole body was covered with a layer of purple light.

Seeing this, Yin Dening was busy protecting the Sanskrit, while Qibao also stared around vigilantly.

Wen Yuanxun swallowed, looked at the book with some uncertainty, and asked in a low voice, "Master...Master, this...is this going to break through?"

"boom!"

When everything returned to tranquility, the purple halo around Fanyin dissipated.

Wen Yuanxun stared at everything in front of him dumbfounded, "Is... just upgraded like this?"

(End of this chapter)