Zhao Cuo felt her breathing gradually calming down and felt relieved.

Just as the general was about to close his eyes and take a rest, the lights suddenly lit up silently, and the tent became bright.

"who!"

Zhao Cuo suddenly trembled.

But then he immediately calmed down.

The only one who can sneak in under the protection of the Great Yu Nu Sword Fairy is herself.

"Master Imperial Master, why are you here?"

He hugged Yan'er and turned around to look.

I saw a ball of white mist sitting next to the rough wooden table.

The attacker was holding a long sword, and the air of vague murderousness filled the air, which was frightening.

"Do you have something to tell me?"

The young father-in-law looked at the white mist in the tent with an innocent face.

Yan'er in his arms was still sleeping, and it was obvious that the National Preceptor couldn't bear to wake her up, so he cast a small spell.

Zhao Cuo actually felt guilty. He thought of what Yan'er said to him this morning. Xiaobiezhi's promise to accept him as his disciple was definitely an angry talk, right?

"Let go of Yan'er first."

Chu Biezhi's cold and angry voice sounded.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Zhao Cuo, you are so good, and you dare to trick Yan'er into begging me to accept you as my disciple? Get up!"

"Misunderstand!"

Zhao Cuo said quickly.

"I just casually mentioned it to Yan'er..."

"I don't want to hear your excuses."

The Imperial Master was furious and pointed his sword at the young man.

"Whether you want to become a disciple, get up now and toast me a glass of wine. You will be my disciple!"

"That was not what I meant."

Zhao Cuo couldn't calm down when he saw her furious.

He carefully released the sleeping beautiful young woman in his arms.

Mrs. Yan is still sleeping happily. She doesn't know that a woman has taken away her arms. This person is still the most beloved...

"It's useless to talk more."

Chu Biezhi took out a jug of wine and threw it to Zhao Cuo.

She didn't seem to be angry anymore at this time, but her tone was colder, bone-chilling.

A certain little thief had no choice but to catch the flask she threw. Of course, it was impossible to offer him a glass of apprenticeship wine.

"Zhizhi, listen to me first."

Zhao Cuo tried to stabilize her emotions first.

"You have no respect for your elders. What do you call me randomly? I am the Imperial Master of Dayu."

She put away the white mist on her body, and a petite and exquisite young lady appeared in the eyes of the young man. Her immature face was cold.

Zhao Cuo could see the raging anger in her frozen eyes.

The young master was really angry.

"good……"

Zhao Cuo was about to speak but she cut him off again.

"You don't have to explain. Even if you are joking with Yan'er, I have decided to accept you as my disciple."

Chu Beizhi said expressionlessly.

"Why?"

Zhao was confused.

"I am here for your own good."

The Imperial Master pursed his red and delicate thin lips.

"As long as you worship me as your teacher, you will naturally restrain your unreasonable thoughts, and I won't have to be in a dilemma."

"But I really don't want to be a disciple of the Imperial Master. You can't force me to be your disciple, right? Stop making trouble."

The young father-in-law sighed helplessly.

He felt that Xiaobiezhi was taking it for granted.

Becoming a disciple will not make Zhao Thief restrained, it will only make him more excited, although this is not good...

"Am I kidding you?"

Chu Biezhi said coldly.

"OK."

Zhao Cuo snorted lightly.

"I will worship you as my master today. Even if I have been accused of bullying my master and destroying my ancestors in the past, why should I be afraid?"

He opened the lid of the pot and handed the wine back to the Imperial Master.

"You thief..."

The young imperial master was shaking with anger.

"How dare you break Tsuna?"

"My favorite thing in life is to do deviant things."

Zhao Cuo smiled and said arrogant words.

"You are a demon!"

Master Chu was furious again.

"I'll just stab you to death with my sword!"

As she spoke, she placed the sharp sword in her hand across Zhao Cuo's neck.

"If you were really so cruel, I wouldn't be alive today, right?"

Young Master Zhao took the initiative to bump his neck into her sword.

"Don't dirty my sword!"

She took several steps back as if she was frightened.

Zhao Cuo, on the other hand, despicably pursued the victory and stepped forward to hug the girl's delicate waist while she was palpitating and distracted.

Naturally, the Imperial Master refused to comply. He raised his soft jade hands angrily and tried to push her away, but the young master had already pulled her into his arms.

"You are so brave!"

Chubie scolded with a frosty face.

However, her eyes were involuntarily attracted to Yan'er, who was sleeping soundly on the couch.

This silly kid had a calm look on his face, and the corners of his mouth curled up, as if he had had a good dream.

'Yan'er...'

The Imperial Master felt guilty in his heart.

Her breathing began to become disordered unconsciously.

The young master didn't offend her too much, he just hugged her lightly, but this made Imperial Master Dayu unable to control himself.

"You still haven't let me go!"

She couldn't help lowering her voice and scolded.

Zhao Cuo had a weird look on his face, and the young master wanted to subdue him without even looking at him.

However, Zhizhi is now trying to use words to make him retreat. How could he not understand what this means?

"Xiao Biezhi, it's better for you to be good."

General Zhao bent down.

He pressed his face against the Imperial Master's jade neck.

There is an excessive height difference between Zhizhi in this form and him, so he has to lean down to do it, but the feeling is not bad.

"You don't want Yan'er to be awakened by the movements of the two of us, right?"
To be continued...