I, a minor character, fell into the Shura field of the heroine and the villain

This really stumped Master.

He said they wanted to pretend to be a couple, but that was impossible. Of course, she flatly refused.

She quickened her pace, trying to escape from the crowd.

As a result, he ran into an alley and was blocked by him.

"You have to listen to me, for just one day." He was very domineering, not at all like something a teenager would do.

"No, you can't do that." Master folded his arms across his chest, but he seemed unable to hold them tightly. He looked a little fierce and aggressive, a rare sight.

She wanted to maintain her dignity as a master, but her heart was beating fast. She was afraid he would take the opportunity to do something bad, something that would violate the ethics between master and disciple.

The young man showed an aggrieved expression: "But Master promised me that if I can win honor for the Holy Land in this secret realm, he will promise me anything. You won't go back on your word, will you?"

She certainly wouldn't say she didn't believe he could lead the Holy Land to victory, but the results proved her wrong. He performed exceptionally well, even exceeding his goals.

"Master, are you going to go back on your word?" The boy's tone was aggrieved, like a wounded and helpless puppy.

She was still quite cute at that time, and the master finally relented: "You are not allowed to do anything reckless, and you can't tell Wanyi when you go back."

What kind of thinking drove her to agree to the traitor's request?

She couldn't remember.

But a lot did happen that day.

"Master, do you want to eat osmanthus cake?"

"Do not want to."

"No, you want to."

The boy still bought a lot of osmanthus cakes.

They found a rooftop of a tall building and sat there looking at the lights of thousands of homes in the city.

"Ah, I'll feed you." The young man picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and handed it over.

The master took it from him reluctantly, but the young man held on to the osmanthus cake tightly and did not let go. She did not take the osmanthus cake from him for a while, but the two of them broke it in half with force.

"No, no, I want you to take it with your mouth," the boy corrected.

But the master shook his head: "No, I am your master, how can that be possible?"

She felt that this was something only young lovers could do, and it was too ambiguous. They were master and disciple, how could this be allowed?

"Are you going to go back on your word again?" The boy looked a little sad.

In fact, she could see that he might be pretending, but she still couldn't do anything about him.

"just one time."

"No, finish these."

The two men bargained.

The young man took out a new piece of osmanthus cake from the oil-paper bag and handed it over, bringing it close to his master's lips.

But she kept her red lips tightly closed and showed no intention of opening them.

"Don't eat."

"Master, this is my wish."

"But I didn't ask you to buy it."

"Just try it first and see how it tastes. If it doesn't taste good, you can still have time to stop eating it."

"Just one piece."

"One piece is not enough. I heard that this osmanthus cake is famous far and wide. How can we waste it, Master?"

"Ok."

She compromised again and again, thinking that she couldn't dampen his enthusiasm for cultivation.

It was a rule she set from the very beginning that there would be rewards for successful practice, but she never imagined it would develop into this.

The boy's hand approached again, she opened her red lips and took a bite of the cake, but the piece of osmanthus cake was quite big and she couldn't finish it in one bite.

She originally wanted to eat it in two bites, but the boy stuffed the piece of osmanthus cake she had bitten into his own mouth.

After chewing for a while, he said, "Delicious."

“You…” Master wanted to be angry, but after thinking about it, he held back.

He has made some achievements, so we shouldn't teach him a lesson at this time, but wait until after today.

Master chewed the pastry and it actually tasted pretty good, with a soft and sticky texture, just the right sweetness, not too greasy, and a hint of osmanthus fragrance.

"Give me another piece." The young man handed over another piece of osmanthus cake.

The woman learned her lesson this time. She ate the cake in one gulp, leaving him no chance for an indirect kiss.

But she didn't notice that she had just held his fingers in her mouth for a moment. Although it was only a short moment, her saliva still remained on his fingers.

In front of her, the boy put the finger to his lips and licked it.

When Master saw this, his face flushed unconsciously, even reaching his ears.

“Is it dirty?”

"Master's, it's not dirty."

"Open your mouth and have another piece."

But before she had finished chewing the previous piece, he had already handed her a new piece.

She didn't understand what he was trying to do, but she was mentally prepared to stop him immediately if he did anything else that was out of line.

She slowly opened her mouth, and he quickly stuffed the osmanthus cake in her mouth, blocking it. His movements were a bit fierce, which made her slightly stunned.

Half of the osmanthus cake was still sticking out of the master's lips, and he realized something was wrong.

But the rebel was faster and bit at the enemy with lightning speed.

He bit the half piece of osmanthus cake, but his lips also bumped into the fairy's lips.

The master’s lips were very soft and as elastic as jelly, but he didn’t dare to be greedy and separated them at the first touch like a thief.

He bit off half of the osmanthus cake and scraped off some of her lipstick.

He rolled his lips with his tongue and tasted a little sweet. He didn't know if it was from the osmanthus cake or something else.

The two were still very close, and the boy could hear her increasingly rapid breathing and the chaotic heartbeats of their two intertwined hearts.

Master's face suddenly turned even redder, and the shame on her face was visible to the naked eye, but it was also obvious that she was angry.

"Snapped!"

A slap landed on his face, and she felt ashamed and angry.

Because it was her first kiss...

……

Zhao Kangping bought some gifts for his disciple, some small jewelry, which she accepted shyly.

He bought other snacks for the little white snake, which made the little white snake so happy that it hugged him and kissed him.

Ji Miaoyan felt like she was redundant. She came here and got nothing but dog food.

She couldn't help feeling a little resentful.

"What gift do you want?" the man asked her.

Ji Miaoyan was a little flattered, but she took a step back cautiously, protecting the non-existent Xiong Xiong with both hands: "If you are too attentive without any reason, you are either a traitor or a thief."

"Forget it." Zhao Kangping was just asking out of politeness and didn't really want to buy it for her.

However, seeing his perfunctory attitude, Ji Miaoyan became annoyed: "Buy it if you want."

"You are so hard to please." The man was speechless.

Chapter 483 Luo Xueqing’s Hint

To Zhao Kangping's surprise, Ji Miaoyan liked paper windmills, which should be something only children would like.

But the Sixth Princess actually had a lot of fun playing. She would sometimes wave the windmill, sometimes pout and blow at it, and watching it turn, her face would bloom with smiles.

"What are you looking at?" Ji Miaoyan put on a sour face when she found Zhao Kangping looking at her.

She was secretly panicking, suspecting that this stinky man was thinking about her.

Yes, she was a beautiful girl, naturally beautiful, charming and charming. It was very likely that she would be targeted by an old man like him.

but.

Don’t even think about it. This princess will never let you succeed.

Zhao Kangping regretted bringing this girl out. There was no use in having her here. He must have been crazy to agree to let her come along.

He turned around and ignored her.

Suddenly, I heard some people in the crowd talking about someone going up to the ring to compete because of some dispute.

Many people have been coming to the city these past few days, especially sword cultivators, and there has been an increase in cases of conflicts arising from verbal disputes.

So the Jiangzhou City officials temporarily set up many arenas for these people to resolve their conflicts.

They learned from discussions among passers-by that the competitions were held one after another with almost no pause.

"Why don't we go and take a look." Zhao Kangping said to his apprentice and the little white snake.

"Okay, okay!" Wan Baiyi seemed very excited.

Luo Xueqing wasn't interested. She knew that these city-based arena fights had many restrictions. They couldn't use too much spiritual energy, powerful spells, or magical weapons. It was more about the competition of moves.

This kind of competition was somewhat restrictive for cultivators at higher levels, making it a rather unsatisfying experience. In her opinion, it was no different from playing house, and probably not very interesting.

But since Zhao Kangping wanted to see it, she followed his lead.

There was more than one ring, so they chose the nearest one.

When we got there, we found it was very lively and the area around the ring was packed with people.

There were people selling snacks at the stalls inside. Wan Baiyi had just eaten a lot, but she still said she was hungry.

What a foodie.

"Master, I want to eat this, this, and this." She was not polite at all.

He paid for everything one by one. He had no objection, but Luo Xueqing beside him curled her lips.

She subconsciously glanced at the white-haired girl's stomach. It was still flat. She really didn't know where all the food she ate went.

Perhaps the demon race cannot be judged by common sense.

There were too many people outside the ring and they couldn't squeeze in, but they could fly into the air to observe the fight on the ring.

As soon as they took off, they saw a man flying down from the ring.

Judging from his clothes, the person who flew out should be a disciple of the Tianjian Sect. He had multiple sword wounds on his body and seemed to be seriously injured.

Is that the end?

They just arrived.

There was a lot of screaming from the audience, and I didn't know whether they were frightened by the brutality of the battle or amazed by the one-sided situation.

The defeated man screamed in pain after landing, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the cheers of the surrounding audience.

A large area around the ring was cleared and no one was standing there, this was also to prevent onlookers from being accidentally injured.

Several disciples of the Tianjian Sect squeezed out of the crowd and tried to help the man who had fallen to the ground.

Their scalps were tingling as the fiery gazes of the audience around them swept over them, as if they wanted to scrape off a layer of skin from their bodies.

"The people of the Tianjian Sect lost."

"Asshole, cnm, pay me, I must be blind to bet on you to win."

"This is Li Guiyuan's son."

The noisy sound poured into Li Wenbin's ears, and his previous arrogance disappeared, leaving only regret and shame.