Chapter 829 Master, You Bully Me

Nan Xun felt that Xiaoba was really easy to satisfy, and he was so happy with only 3 bad thoughts. But Big Boss Meng is indeed the most stingy of all big bosses.

After Nan Xun boasted, he didn't expect Meng Ziyi to discuss this issue in depth. He didn't want him to take the initiative to say, "This is the last robe my mother made for me. After I entered the school, I can go back every year. When I received the robe she sewed by herself, it was a brocade robe at first, but later I said it was too eye-catching, so she changed to a softer linen..."

This is the first time Nan Xun has heard Meng Ziyi say so much. His tone and expression are softer than ever before.

Nan Xun was a little happy that this time the big boss finally had a happy home, but he felt sad about what happened to him later.

Fate plays a big joke on you when you thought you were happiest, and it breaks people down.

"Master." Nan Xun whispered to him.

There was a strange soothing power to her voice when it was soft and soft.

For the first time, Mencius did not find women annoying.

He didn't answer, but his face turned slightly towards Nanxun.

"Master, I will make you a robe in the future."

Meng Ziyi was startled by Hua Ling's words, and then his face sank, and he said coldly, "No need."

Nan Xun didn't expect his face to change suddenly, he paused for a moment, sighed, and said lightly, "I am overstepping the distance."

He still disliked her identity and couldn't communicate with her, so he let him let down his guard, even if it was only for a short while, it was already very rare.

Nan Xun sighed and said nothing.

Xiaoba: This sigh is really obvious, for fear that the big boss can't hear it.

Until Meng Ziyi extinguished the oil lamp, Nan Xun didn't say a word, let alone just like before, as if he had forgotten his identity as a demon hunter, and joked that he was as bold as he smelled of sweat.

This kind of quietness is what Meng Ziyi likes, but for some reason, his mood has gotten worse.

He was used to sleeping in a sitting position, so he didn't lie down after going to bed, but leaned back against the head of the bed and crossed his legs around his chest.

He cherishes the time to sleep. Although he sleeps lightly most of the time, he can't fall asleep when he closes his eyes.

Meng Ziyi blamed his insomnia on the destruction of his habit. In the past, he would sleep with the Demon Slayer Sword in his arms, but at this time... his arms were empty, and the Demon Slayer Sword was placed by his side.

very close.

But the painting spirit is attached to the scabbard.

It's okay for her to say the last sentence from time to time. If she doesn't speak for so long, it will give him an illusion that his demon-slaying sword is still the same as before. Maybe when he suddenly forgets it, he will take the sword into his arms again.

But... his tone was really bad just now?

She likes to talk very much, but she was frightened by him just because she murdered her? Then didn't dare to say a word?

No, this little demon is obviously very courageous. The first time he saw her trying to kill her, he never saw her kneeling and begging for mercy.

So, is she... angry?

But what was she angry about, how could he, a monster hunter, let a little monster make clothes for him? Does this sound like a word?

Anyway, if he couldn't fall asleep, Meng Ziyi didn't sleep anymore. He moved his legs and moved his arms, all of which were very small movements.

There was still no movement in the Demon Slayer Sword, and he couldn't even feel the peeping gaze.

Mencius Ziyi somehow recalled what happened when he was still in the school. There were a few junior sisters who liked to act like a spoiled child, and the senior brothers coaxed them in a different way. Those coaxing pictures suddenly flashed in his mind.

He frowned.

How can I remember these...

He didn't want to think about the things in the master's door all these years. He kept going south, so why didn't he want to hide from them.

He injured his fellow brothers and stole the Shimen's magic weapon, the Meteor Sword of Punishing Evils. From then on, he was a traitor to the Shimen.

Meng Ziyi regained his senses, reached out and touched the hilt of the Demon Slayer Sword, followed it down, and flicked lightly on the scabbard.

The scabbard didn't move.

Meng Ziyi flicked again, this time with a slightly heavier strike.

"What's the matter, Master?" Nan Xun gave a complete stranger's kiss.

Hua Ling once again broke Meng Ziyi's impression of her. He thought she was good-natured and didn't want to be a temperamental one.

Angry with him? Are you really not afraid that he will cut her off?

Meng Ziyi keeps her now just because she joined him in the fight with the thousand-year-old fox demon, and in the end he almost disappeared, although even if she didn't take action at that time, he could still kill the fox demon, but it would take some effort. .

"Angry?" Meng Ziyi asked.

Nan Xun: "I'm just a little painter, how dare I be angry with the master."

Meng Ziyi: I seem to be really angry.

He frowned, "Why are you angry? If you want to be angry, I will be angry. You are attached to my scabbard of the Demon Slayer Sword, which makes me sleepless at night. I was used to holding it to sleep before."

Nan Xun couldn't help but feel happy when he heard this. She thought it was very strange, is the boss complaining to her? Does he still complain about this emotion?

"Master can also sleep with the Demon Slayer Sword in his arms. Anyway, I am attached to the scabbard, and I have no real body. When Master touches me, the touch should be the same as the original scabbard."

After a short pause, she whispered, "Although I'm more sensitive, the outside touch feels like the real thing to me, but I can endure it."

When Meng Ziyi heard this, his expression suddenly became a little subtle, "Actually, I'm also...sensitive. When I touch you, what I feel is not the texture of the scabbard, but the body of a woman."

Nan Xun seemed to digest the news after a while, and she said in shock, "Aren't you...you, you, shameless! My whole body was touched by you!"

A rare look of embarrassment appeared on Meng Ziyi's face.

He thought about it carefully and defended himself: "It seems that I accidentally touched my chest, waist, head, legs, feet, and the rest are gone."

Nan Xun raised his voice slightly: "It's not much? It's equivalent to the whole body! I always thought that touching me was like touching a cold scabbard. I kept silent several times, how do I know..."

Finally, she whispered aggrievedly: "Master, you bullied me."

Mencius:  …

Nan Xun turned and said with interest: "But... Forget it, you didn't mean it. In the eyes of the master, I was a little demon. What kind of chastity does the goblin talk about."

Meng Ziyi was silent, his brows twitched and loosened.

"You are different from those demons." Mencius said.

When Nan Xun heard this, his mood suddenly improved, and his voice rose, "Of course I am different, if it were the same, the master would have killed me long ago, where would he take me with him, and allow me to be possessed by the Demon Slayer Sword? superior."

The corner of Meng Ziyi's mouth twitched slightly.

Feeling like a sudden change in your mood? Obviously not a person, but he likes to change his face more than a person, like a child.

"Master, I'll be able to recover soon, then Master won't have to be as embarrassed as it is now." Nan Xun said, with a little apology in his words.

Meng Ziyi snorted and closed his eyes again, "I can't rush things like cultivation. I'm going to sleep, you should rest too."

Nan Xun whispered: "Master, a good dream."

Meng Ziyi hummed again.

This time he fell asleep quickly.