Don't mess with that Miao boy, he's sickly and perverted.

"I told you, there's something wrong with you witchcraft people!" The white cat poked its head and cursed angrily. "Is this something a human could do? Can't the mother worm be removed? Let me try."

"I can't get it out." Wu Li gritted his teeth, cold sweat sliding down his forehead, but his smile became more and more mocking. "The mother worm has been growing in my heart meridian for more than ten years. It has long since become one with my body. This worm is parasitic. Even if it destroys my body, it will still grow back in my heart."

"Save your energy, you old geezer!"

White cat: "..."

This is the first time I've seen someone in so much pain still have the energy to insult others.

It opened its palm upwards, and a crystal-clear ball of light appeared in the void, like a water droplet that did not disperse, with a gentle spiritual energy flowing slowly around it: "Perhaps covering your heart with the dew can relieve the pain..."

Before the words were even finished, it was stunned.

Wu Li's shoulder was bare, and a hole had appeared in his chest. Under his control, the murderous aura was seeping into his chest cavity and devouring his own heart like a whirlwind.

Even though he was used to slaying demons and monsters and seeing bloodshed, the white cat's pupils still contracted and he fell silent.

"What are you doing?!" It stared in horror at the boy's profile, which showed his suppressed pain. He was calm despite the intense pain, as if he had experienced it a thousand times before.

Wu Li looked down at his chest. The wound on his skin was slowly healing under the influence of the Crimson Blood Silkworm, and soon his heart inside would slowly regenerate.

A layer of frost settled in his eyes, and he forced a faint smile: "Didn't I say that the mother worm will be reborn along with my heart? In the process of regrowth, it will no longer be able to gnaw at my heart."

His tone was so cold it was almost indifferent, as if the discussion wasn't about his own body.

Wu Li wiped the bloodstains from his chest expressionlessly.

The white cat frowned, a complex feeling welling up in its heart. This child could endure what ordinary people could not, how many hardships must it have gone through that are unimaginable to ordinary people?

"Why are you doing this to yourself? Whether the mother worm is devouring your heart or you are devouring your own, isn't the pain the same?"

"It's better to take matters into your own hands than to be controlled by others."

The white cat remained silent for a moment, then gently released a drop of dew from its paw, placing it on the wound on his chest, where it slowly seeped into his muscles. Its voice lowered slightly: "You brat, it's okay to cry out in pain. Every time I beat your senior brother, he screams like a pig being slaughtered."

Wu Li was suddenly taken aback.

The excruciating pain of flesh being torn apart and regenerated was slightly relieved by the drop of dew. He abruptly turned his face away and coldly scoffed, "What nonsense are you spouting? When did I ever say I wanted to acknowledge you as my master?"

He actually dared to acknowledge a fool like Jiang Zhiyu as his senior brother; he was ashamed to admit it.

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao.

Footsteps approached from afar, and Jiang Zhiyu's voice preceded his arrival: "Wu Li, Chief Escort Yan is about to depart and is waiting for you to go down and say goodbye."

Wu Li's body suddenly stiffened.

His thick, long eyelashes trembled slightly, revealing a barely perceptible hint of panic. Only after confirming that there was no familiar, subtle silver bell sound in the footsteps did he regain his composure.

A malevolent aura shot out from his fingertips, blocking the doorway.

Jiang Zhiyu had just pushed the door open a crack when it snapped shut on its own, nearly hitting his nose.

He rubbed his nose and asked疑惑地问道, "Master, what were you doing in Wu Li's room?"

I clearly glimpsed a white cat through that fleeting gap.

He had originally planned to ask Wu Li to go find his master first, but unexpectedly the two of them ended up together.

Song Yueyao behind her stopped and listened to the sounds coming from inside the room. There was no fighting, so she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

inside the room.

Wu Li quickly cleaned up the bloodstains and went behind the screen to change into clean clothes.

The white cat glanced at them speechlessly. They were all men, and they were even trying to hide their clothes like this.

A short while later, Wu Li emerged from behind the screen. He even deliberately grabbed a handful of dried flowers from the bamboo sieve and gently rubbed them on the hem of his robe to mask the faint smell of blood. These subtle actions made it obvious who they were for.

The white cat saw this and, recalling the moment of panic he felt when he heard the footsteps, suddenly came up with a brilliant plan.

It slowly spoke: "If you don't acknowledge me as your master, I will tell Xiaomi girl everything I just saw."

These words clearly touched a nerve with the boy.

A fierce aura suddenly swept over, but the white cat flicked its whisk and barely managed to block it. After blocking it, it tenderly stroked the bird feathers on the whisk.

"You dare?" Wu Li's gaze sharpened, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

After the white cat neutralized the evil energy, it wasn't angry at all. Instead, it lazily lay down on the table.

"I won't dodge. If you're upset, hit me here." It patted its soft belly with its paw, squinted its eyes, and said leisurely, "But I don't have your pain tolerance. I'll definitely cry out if I'm in pain. If some little girl downstairs hears me, don't blame me."

"However, if you acknowledge me as your master, as your master, I naturally have an obligation to protect my disciple and help you conceal some secrets. It's not a difficult thing."

At this moment, Jiang Zhiyu, who was outside the door, sensed the surge of malevolent energy. His expression changed slightly, and he called out again, "Master?"

The white cat called out, "I've found you a junior brother!"

There was a moment of silence outside the door.

Immediately afterward, Jiang Zhiyu's voice suddenly rose, filled with undisguised surprise: "Really?!"

The tone was as if a pie had fallen from the sky and landed right on his head.

Wu Li's face turned completely black.

The white cat lazily rolled over, its tail tip swaying leisurely, completely ignoring the sharp glare the boy was giving it.

"Of course it is true." It answered Jiang Zhiyu slowly, "It's just that your junior brother is stubborn and needs to be tempered. Is Xiao Mi seeing off Chief Yan and the others? Then go and tell Chief Yan that there's no time to say goodbye right now, as someone is busy cleaning up the blood—"

"...Master."

Wu Li suddenly spoke, his voice cold.

The white cat was startled, its tail tip stopping in mid-air.

Wu Li walked straight to the door. As he placed his hand on the latch, he paused slightly, turned his head, and glanced over indifferently. His voice was extremely low: "You'd better keep your word."

After saying that, he opened the door.

He was facing Jiang Zhiyu's beaming face.

Jiang Zhiyu's eyes lit up with surprising brightness. He looked him up and down, then grinned and said, "Junior Brother!"

Wu Li walked past him expressionlessly, his steps light and quick, the hem of his robe brushing against the threshold, without even lifting his eyelids.

Jiang Zhiyu was left standing there, scratching his head, and called into the house, "Master, did he agree or not?"

The white cat laughed heartily: "I agree."

In its early years, it had trained many disciples at Jingmingtai. Later, entrusted by its lord, it often accompanied Jiang Zhiyu. It was already used to taking on disciples, but it had never been as happy as it was now. It hadn't even had a sip of tea, yet it felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

It felt like picking up a wild and untamed wolf cub, who, though arrogant and unruly, possessed a rare and extraordinary talent.

Although the submission was not of my own volition, I did acknowledge it as my master.

As for how to turn that "Master" from a hush money payment into a genuine expression of affection...

There is ample time.