"What crazy things are you talking about!"
Jiang Niannian's face turned completely red. She had always been a high and mighty Yaxian in her whole life and had never been treated like this before. For a moment, she didn't know whether she felt more novelty and excitement, or more shame and anger.
"Crazy talk?" Yin Buqi kissed her neck: "My disciple is not talking nonsense now. I am very sober. I have never been so sober before."
As he said this, he bit Jiang Niannian's neck fiercely and said, "Master can only belong to the disciple."
Jiang Niannian shook her head: "I can't marry you."
This kind of thing goes against the ethics between a master and a disciple, not to mention that she is the Way of Heaven and should have left behind all worldly love affairs long ago.
Buqi had a misunderstanding with her and might want to humiliate her in this way.
Yin Buqi stood up slightly, but looked at her without saying anything, with a strange look in his eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Just when Jiang Niannian thought he realized his mistake, Yin Buqi suddenly grabbed her shoulders. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but his hands were shaking slightly: "I can't, not I don't want to. It seems that Master has a disciple in his heart..."
He said, "First, marrying a wife is my disciple's business, and my master cannot interfere now. Second, why can't my disciple marry my master? If anyone disagrees, I will kill him."
"How dare you!" Jiang Niannian, who had always been gentle and peaceful, was also driven into a rage at this moment: "Have you completely forgotten the propriety, righteousness, integrity and honor that your teacher taught you?!"
Yin Buqi watched her get angry, but he became more excited. He rubbed her skin slowly and leisurely, "What is this about propriety, righteousness, integrity, and shame? That's just a trick that Master used to deceive his disciples."
Jiang Niannian trembled all over, "Let go!"
Yin Buqi not only refused to let go, but also tightly grasped it maliciously, "Master, you actually like being treated like this by your disciple, right?"
Jiang Niannian was furious, but unexpectedly calmed down, "If I say I never thought of killing you, would you believe me?"
Yin Buqi was silent for a moment, and his voice became lowered. "I once wanted to believe it, and I told myself over and over again that maybe there was some misunderstanding."
The next second, his hand moved slowly, pinched Jiang Niannian's neck, and felt her pulse. It seemed that as long as he applied a little force, his fingers could penetrate into the flesh and crush the blood vessels.
His red lips slowly said: "That day, I came back here, cleaned the room, and cooked a table of delicious dishes, thinking that if Master came back, I would reform and never do evil again. Even if Master was still angry, as long as he was willing to come back..."
Then, he changed the subject, his expression suddenly became ferocious, and the strength in his hands suddenly increased: "But! That day, I did receive the sound transmission note from Master, and I will never mistake Master's voice even if I die.
The sound transmission note led the disciple into the formation and killed the disciple, which was the master's unique formation, Ten Thousand Bones Turned Dry! At this point, what misunderstandings are there? Tell me!"
Yin Buqi's eyes were bloodshot. He tightly grasped Jiang Niannian's throat and growled at her to interrogate her.
Jiang Niannian had difficulty breathing, her face turned red, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Yin Buqi was stunned for a moment, his red eyes widened, madness and clarity flashing in them.
He loosened his grip, and Jiang Niannian fell heavily back onto the bed, unconsciously opening her mouth and gasping for breath like a dying fish.