"I'm not dreaming, am I?"

Ye Nanxuan murmured.

"Is it a dream?

no?"

Looking at the master so close in front of him, Ye Nanxuan felt tangled in his heart.

If this is a dream, it is so real! But if this is not a dream, how could it be possible?

Gritting his teeth, Ye Nanxuan raised his still intact right arm, then stretched out his palm, raised it high, and then lowered it high.

Pah!!! The sound of a crisp slap on the face resounded.

At this moment, the door of the thatched cottage was opened, and Ning Suiyun stepped in with some meat soup and barbecue.

Seeing this scene, Ning Suiyun felt as if he was in a dream. The meat soup in his hand fell to the ground with a thud, and his whole body collapsed to the ground.

What did he see?

Ye Nanxuan... slapped... Brother Qin! The disciple slapped the master?

"Brother Ye, what are you doing?"
Chapter completed!