The Cultivation Master’s Blackened Disciple (65)
Overly anxious, his tripped over his feet, and his entire body fell forward.
The next moment, he fell into an embrace filled with a familiar aroma.
Bai Weiwei steadily held him, saying with dislike, “You can’t even walk properly. How could such a weak thing be my disciple.”
Ning Yishu’s nose was filled with that fragrant smell. His heart sank as he heard her words full of distaste.
When he ripped out his spiritual root to save her, he already knew that he would die.
He should have killed himself before she woke up.
But thinking that he would not be able to see her on his last day of life, his heart had been unwilling.
She must be extremely disgusted to see such a waste like him.
“Raise your head. Don’t cower like a little girl,” Bai Weiwei suddenly said.
Ning Yishu straightened his body with great difficulty and looked up, only to discover that they had already returned to her room.
Bai Weiwei shoved him forward. “Bathe.”
Ning Yishu spotted a bathtub carved from jade placed in the center of the room.
This bath tub was an extremely rare magic tool that could repair damaged bodies.
And submerged inside the bath water were all kinds of heavenly-grade treasures.
Ning Yishu suddenly hesitated. His resolute and merciless nature was nearly worn away by her.
Bai Weiwei couldn’t tolerate his dawdling appearance. “Hurry up and get in, ah, did you want me to undress you?”
Ning Yishu looked back. All kinds of complex emotions stirred in his eyes, but his voice remained steady. “I thought shifu would want to kill me.”
She supposedly was cruel and had to make reprisals.
In her eyes, was he not a grave sinner, a mortal enemy who wanted to force her?
Bai Weiwei sneered: “I really wish I could kill you. I’ve never suffered such disgrace.”
Ning Yishu said dully: “You can punish me to vent your anger.”
Bai Weiwei suddenly flew over and threw him into the bath. The medicinal liquid immediately soaked into his body.
Right away, an acute pain spread through his broken meridians and deteriorating body.
Ning Yishu sucked in a cold breath.
Bai Weiwei reached out and pushed down his head, firmly pressing him underwater.
“Your punishment is for me to bathe you every day.”
Ning Yishu knew that these medicinal ingredients had a very good effect on people with spiritual roots.
And if they were used on a crippled person like him, at best they could keep him healthy and prolong his life.
Merely extending his life, compared to the price she paid for these rare and hard to come by herbs, was simply too much of a loss.
Ning Yishu began to feel fear, already giving in to despair.
He had thought that he could be greedy and stay by her side for a few more days, then die peacefully.
But she smashed through his peaceful state of mind and once more set off a huge wave in his heart.
Ning Yishu suddenly reached out and gripped her fingers.
He asked coldly: “Shifu, what do you mean by this?”
Don’t give him such hope. He wouldn’t be able to press down the insane possessiveness in his heart.
Bai Weiwei fell silent, a suspicious trace of vexation and shyness on her face.
Ning Yishu caught her expression and thought that there was something wrong with his eyes.
Her brows furrowed. She hesitated for a bit before asking: “Is it you?”
Ning Yishu was puzzled. Her thin lips parted slightly, but her words were clear.
“A’Ning, is it you?”
In the dreamworld, she had always called him A’Ning.
Ning Yishu’s body twitched. He looked at her, not daring to believe it. His heart beat furiously.
Her voice became soft. “When you took out your spiritual root to save me, I had a dream.”
