Little Fairy's Choice of Husband

"Master, Master..." Wu Ze's voice seemed to be very weak, but also seemed to be trembling.

Qing Xun frowned, and when he raised his hand, the lights in the room were shining.

He lifted the quilt out of bed, took two steps and then backed away, putting on his coat.

When the door was opened, Wu Ze's pitiful body wrapped in a quilt appeared in front of him.

"It's so late, why are you still not sleeping?"

"Master, the disciple woke up from the cold, do you have any extra quilts here?"

Qing Xun glanced at the heavy clothes exposed from the gap in the quilt, and couldn't help frowning slightly: "Why are you so afraid of the cold?"

"When I went to bed at night, I always... er, I mean, it was my sister who warmed the quilt for me first, and she evenly covered me with half of the quilt."

Wu Ze seemed to be a bit out of line with the answer.

"Go back to your room, the quilt will be on your bed soon."

Wu Ze's upper and lower teeth chattered: "Thank you, Master."

"Sleep at night, don't dress like daytime, it's not good for your health."

Wu Ze nodded obediently, wrapped the quilt tightly, and walked towards his room with a kick.

After watching her disappear into the darkness, Qing Xun closed the door, raised her finger intently, and touched the quilt on her bed, and the quilt had already flown into the air.

The quilt turned into a ball of white light, which spread towards the wall.When half of the quilt had penetrated into the wall, he suddenly called it back again.

He made a fire mark on his hand and threw it towards the quilt.After a red light flashed across the quilt, he sent the quilt to the west hall again.

When Wu Ze returned to the west hall, as expected, there was already a quilt lying quietly on the bed, waiting for him.She hurriedly jumped onto the bed, and there was a wave of warmth between the tentacles.

So comfortable!so warm!This can't be Master's own quilt!Could it be his residual warmth?Wu Ze felt a mess of emotion in his heart, wishing he could run back to thank Master again.

She hurriedly removed three or five layers of coats, put Master's quilt inside, put her own quilt on the outside, and lay down beautifully.

Then the master gave himself the quilt, what did he cover it with?Wu Ze suddenly realized a big problem.

Forget it, he has advanced Taoism and is not afraid of the severe cold. If it wasn't for his natural physique, he wouldn't care about this little quilt.Wu Ze thought, and fell asleep sweetly.

Looking at her empty bed, Qing Xun recalled today, as if she had a weird dream.He took off his coat, lay down on the bed again, raised his hand, and a white barrier covered his body.As his eyes closed, the lights in the room flicked out.

Wu Ze fell asleep this time, as if he had returned to Wen Ze Lu.

It was already three poles high in the sun, and he still didn't see his apprentice coming to say hello, so Qing Xun sat in the room and thought for a while, then went to the kitchen.After the meal was ready, there was no movement, so he went to the back garden to work for a while.After the work was done, there was still no one there, so he went back to the kitchen.The food was already cold, and he reheated it.

After the food was ready, he couldn't hold back anymore.After all, she is a female disciple, so it is not appropriate to use a bronze mirror to cast spells.Thinking of Wu Ze's appearance last night, Qing Xun felt a little worried.Could it be that he really got sick from the cold?Impossible, I cast a spell on that quilt, even now, it should still be hot.

Qing Xun returned to his room, after a few hesitation, cleared his throat, sat in the room intently and called out: "Ze..."

no respond.

"Ze..."

Still no response.

Qing Xun paused for a moment, then raised his voice: "Ze, are you awake?"

"Long ears..." A lazy voice finally came vaguely, "Don't make trouble, sleep a little longer..."

Qing Xun's heart relaxed, and his brows stretched.

"Ze, come to my room!" Qing Xun's voice was deep and dignified.

When did it get so bright?Who was talking to me just now?Wu Ze was a little confused.

"Did you hear the teacher's words?"

Wu Ze suddenly opened his eyes wide: "Uh, master, master..."

She scratched her head vigorously.God!The master is really caring, he even wakes himself up personally, and he is much gentler than Chang Er.

"Get up and come to my room!"

Wu Ze also didn't care to respond, rolled to the ground, and began to put on his clothes in a hurry.

Qing Xun received the technique, got up and walked to the kitchen.

A burst of panicked running sounded in his ears, and he shook his head helplessly.He walked very slowly, wondering if he was waiting for his lazy apprentice on purpose.

Wu Ze ran over just in time before Qing Xun stepped into the kitchen.

"Master, Master!" Wu Ze gasped, "Yes, I'm sorry, this is really no fault of my disciple, it's because the quilt was too warm, and my disciple overslept without paying attention."

"Let's talk after dinner." Qing Xun said, then walked into the kitchen.

Looking at the prepared breakfast on the table, Wu Ze was so moved that he couldn't speak, the thought in his mind yesterday was already firm and couldn't be firmer.

Wu Ze swallowed a mouthful of porridge, and secretly looked at Qing Xun in front of him.

"Master, that... Did you put your quilt..."

"Who is Long Ears?"

Wu Ze didn't know whether he was choked by Qing Xun's words, or by the unswallowed porridge in his mouth: "Master, Master, you, why are you still eavesdropping on your disciple's dream talk..."

This time it was Qing Xun's turn to be choked, but fortunately he had a deep cultivation base, secretly swallowed the porridge in his mouth, and replied calmly: "When did I overhear your sleep talk, Master? Seeing that you were too late to get up this morning, I called you by sound transmission, but you took me for someone else."

"Oh, that's how it is." Wu Ze covered his hot half face with a bowl, after all his skin was not thick enough.

"Who is Long Ears?"

"Uh, he is a rabbit raised by my apprentice before..."

Qing Xun glanced at her, lowered his head and continued to drink porridge.

At this moment, a clear man's voice came: "Disciple Qing Su, pay homage to Master! Greetings... Greetings to Junior Martial Uncle!"

When Wu Ze heard the sound, his face showed joy, he put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, stood up and ran out of the room.After running out of the kitchen door, she realized that her master hadn't come out.

She hurriedly scratched the door frame and looked into the kitchen, unexpectedly, Qing Xun was still drinking the porridge slowly with her head down, as if she had no intention of getting up.

"Master..."

Hearing the soft voice from behind, Qing Xun used the back of his head to whisper to his apprentice, "Go and see what's going on."

"Your disciple obeys orders!" When Wu Ze's last "destiny" was heard, the person had already flown outside the hall.

Qing Su was holding a piece of clothing in his hand, standing under the stone steps of Tianyi Pavilion.Seeing Wu Ze running out, he couldn't help but startled, his expression a little unnatural.

"Master... Uncle Master..."

Hearing that extremely unnatural title, Wu Ze felt a burst of joy in his heart.She straightened her clothes, stood on the steps in a pretentious manner, and asked solemnly: "Martial nephew came to Tianyi Pavilion so early, why?"

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