"ha?"

Zhao Cuo was stunned immediately.

The Imperial Master wants to accept him as his disciple?

Doesn't this force him to contradict his teacher all the time?

"Yan'er didn't lie to you."

Madam Yan proudly folded her hands in front of her.

"I've been begging for a long time, and after telling her that you were eager to become a disciple, she agreed."

"I...I still have to be grateful to you?"

Zhao Cuo forced a smile for a moment.

He felt a little uneasy.

What does Xiaobiezhi want to do?

"That's not necessary."

Yan'er pretended to cough dryly.

"From now on, you should be more respectful to me, senior sister, and wait in front of others more often. After all, an elder sister is like a mother."

"Am I still too gentle to you?"

Young Master Zhao angrily pulled her into his arms.

He raised his big hand and dropped it mercilessly, and the crisp sound was heard outside the car.

Yan'er's eyes burst into tears and she struggled violently on him. For a while, she said some unintelligible words such as "You are an unfilial and rebellious person."

"Don't make trouble with me anymore."

The huge team moved forward.

After nightfall, they did not choose to travel day and night, but camped on the spot.

Not all of the accompanying Shenwu Army are practitioners. If they don't rest, they will be exhausted and lose their fighting power in a few days.

"Yan'er doesn't want to practice with you anymore!"

In the main tent of the camp.

The beautiful woman lay on the bed aggrievedly.

Beside him was General Zhao with a smile on his face.

"I'm tired today too, let's go to bed early, okay?"

Zhao Tongfang said softly.

"Oh...what do you want to do?"

Yan'er responded and suddenly became alert.

She subconsciously shrank her plump and charming body to the foot of the bed.

The young father-in-law wanted to scare her, so he deliberately sat down by the bed and said unhurriedly.

"You're already in my general's tent. What do you think I'm going to do? You know what I'm doing."

"Yan'er can't understand you."

She shook her head in fear.

"alright."

Zhao Cuo raised his hand angrily and pinched her cheek.

"I've asked someone to set up a tent for you. If you want to rest, just go over there. I'm going to sleep too."

"What do you mean!"

Madam Yan suddenly puffed up her cheeks when she heard this.

She lay down unwillingly, wrapped herself in a quilt, and stared at the boy with only her little head exposed.

Zhao Cuo also laughed angrily. This childish ghost was really difficult to take care of. He refused to let him touch him but was unwilling to get off the bed.

"Sure enough, I'm still too spoiled to you!"

Zhao Cuo extinguished the oil lamp in the house with a wave of his hand.

He climbed onto the couch directly under Yan'er's bewildered gaze.

The innocent and beautiful young woman was a little panicked. She forgot to resist for a moment and was hugged by the thief.

"Don't bully Yan'er..."

Madam Yan begged softly with tears in her eyes.

She has a foxy face that confuses all living beings, but her personality is as innocent as a little rabbit, innocent and weak.

Seeing her pitiful look as if she was about to cry, the young father-in-law could not help but be so cruel that he could continue to act recklessly. He could only gently raise his hand and rub the soft back of the beautiful woman's neck.

"Do you know you're afraid now?"

Zhao Cuo still hummed with a straight face.

"Girls shouldn't just go to men's beds."

"Yan'er decided to live here because your tent is relatively large. It's convenient when you want to practice."

Yan'er was relieved when she saw that he had no further plans.

She bravely looked at Zhao Thief in the dark.

A red cloud floated onto her face.

"Is that what you think?"

Zhao Cuo smiled and raised his hand to shave the bridge of her handsome nose.

"Otherwise, what else do you want? We are just friends. You are not allowed to have bad thoughts."

She said with a serious face.

"Yan'er has obtained the true biography of the National Preceptor."

Zhao Cuo nodded in agreement. She was not as tough as Xiao Biezhi. She was worthy of being a master and disciple.

"What did you say suddenly?"

Madam Yan tilted her little head in confusion.

"I said Yan'er is a great beauty with profound cultivation."

"It's no use praising others."

The beautiful young woman raised her chin proudly.

"It's getting late. We have to go on a journey tomorrow morning. Let's go to bed early."

Mr. Zhao lightly poked her forehead.

"All right……"

Yan'er obediently closed her beautiful eyes.

General Zhao still used her wrapped in the quilt as a pillow.

After lying there with his eyes closed for a while, he suddenly felt a movement in his arms, and something warm and soft pressed against his body.

"What's wrong with you?"

Zhao Cuo helplessly opened his eyes and looked.

Mrs. Yan was seen slipping out of the quilt into his arms.

She rested her little head on her young master's chest, her fox eyes looking at him full of innocence, and her pointed face showing shyness and intelligence.

"You stupid thing, you have so many tricks, but you won't touch me."

Zhao Cuo, dumbfounded, picked up her cheek and rubbed it gently.

"Yan'er is going to rest."

She embarrassedly pulled the quilt to cover herself.

"I won't be polite if you make trouble again."

Zhao Cuo hugged the warmth in his arms tightly.

Of course he wouldn't do anything without Yan'er being prepared.

This guy is too childish. He is older than him, but his mind is as innocent as a little girl.

"I'm already asleep..."

She muttered something under her breath and then fell silent.
To be continued...