After the apprenticeship, I became a hater

Chapter 133 Don't Be Afraid Of Me

Xie Wan, it was his love robbery.

his……

Thank you late.

Born for him.

come for him.

At that time, Luo Wuchen didn't understand what was the strange feeling in his heart when he saw the injuries and pain on Xie Wan's body.

That feeling was very strange, like a flame was burning, burning his heart, it was faint, and it hurt a little.

He thought it was because of his anger at seeing his belongings being tortured, but after he punished all those who bullied Xie Wan, the strange pain in his chest still didn't weaken at all.

When he saw his bruised little disciple, the pain in his heart intensified.

Later, Luo Wuchen realized that that feeling was distressing.

Not outraged that everything was damaged, just because it was Xie Wan.

He hasn't had time to treat him well, but he has already been trained into such a fragile and sensitive appearance...

And the remorse and pity that were born.

But at that time, Luo Wuchen didn't know that in his past life, he had never had such an experience, and no one had ever taught him what affection and love are.

Zetianzong feared him and alienated him, and the only old sect master who was barely close only taught him to practice, taught him to cut off emotions and desires, and turned into a humanoid weapon without emotion or anger.

Luo Wuchen is the sect guard weapon carefully selected and cultivated by the old sect master for the Zetian sect.

Weapons only need to do their duty of protecting the Chosen Sect, and nothing else matters.

I don't know if it's because Luo Wuchen has retreated for too long, leaving too many years of Xie Wan vacant, Xie Wan is very attached to Luo Wuchen.

He didn't say it, but his eyes, his words and deeds all showed his attachment to Luo Wuchen that he couldn't hide.

Luo Wuchen didn't know what the affection in Xie Wan's bright eyes when looking at him meant, but he was addicted to this feeling.

He liked the way Xie Wan relied on him wholeheartedly.

For this reason, he is willing to restrain his sharpness and coldness in front of Xie Wan, and treat his fragile, soft and weak little disciple as gently as possible.

He even deliberately avoided Xie Wan from punishing Gu Lin.

His sword intent was too cold, he was afraid that Xie Wan would be cold.

But Xie Wan still bumped into him punishing Gu Lin, and perhaps saw the sword he threw at Gu Lin.

His little disciple is young and timid, and the slightest disturbance can frighten him. Aware of Xie Wan's existence, Luo Wuchen ignored the big disciple Gu Lin who was forcefully forced into him by the sect, but looked at him. Xie Wan.

With an urgency and panic that he himself didn't realize.

Although he withdrew his killing intent when he noticed Xie Wan's arrival, but Wan Wan was so timid, would he be afraid?

Xie Wan didn't dare to look at him. When he was looking, Xie Wan turned pale and looked away, as if he saw something that frightened him so much that he avoided it.

He was indeed afraid of him.

Luo Wuchen withdrew his gaze, anger that he didn't understand surged in his heart.

Why are you still afraid of me even though I vented my anger on your behalf?

Does he still have nostalgia for Gu Lin?

Luo Wuchen looked at Gu Lin, his suppressed anger eyes were as indifferent as ice.

"There will be no next time." Luo Wuchen looked down at Gu Lin, with no fluctuation in his tone.

Instinctively, Luo Wuchen didn't want to show his decisive and unkind side in front of Xie Wan.

"Student, please remember." Gu Lin replied in a hoarse voice, and performed a disciple salute slowly.

Luo Wuchen didn't speak again, but looked away indifferently, and looked at Xie Wan, "Wan Wan."

"Come here," he said.

Xie Wan's body was trembling, Luo Wuchen didn't know if it was because of fear of him.

Gu Lin, who was kneeling on the ground and bowed his head respectfully, also looked at Xie Wan, "Wanwan?"

late night?

Gu Lin doesn't deserve to be called his little disciple like that.

It was his night alone.

It's his night.

"Wanwan," Luo Wuchen shouted again, his voice was a bit colder: "Come here."

"Yes, Master." Xie Wan stopped looking at Gu Lin's pale face, and trotted towards Luo Wuchen.

"Wanwan..." Gu Lin's eyes were full of inexplicable emotions, "I'm sorry..."

Luo Wuchen felt irritated for no reason, and his fingers on the scabbard tightened impatiently.

Fortunately, his Wanwan didn't give Gu Lin any response.

Xie Wan passed Gu Lin step by step and walked towards him, without giving Gu Lin a look.

The anger was quietly extinguished.

Luo Wuchen's cold gaze fell on Gu Lin who was still in place. When he touched Luo Wuchen's non-warm gaze, Gu Lin's face turned pale, and he bowed respectfully and retreated.

Gu Lin was so knowledgeable and interesting, Luo Wuchen put away his cold eyes and looked at Xie Wan who walked up to him obediently.

Xie Wan's body trembled, her eyelashes drooped in panic, and her eyelashes trembled uneasily.

Like scared.

Luo Wuchen raised his hand, gently touched Xie Wan's slightly wet eyelashes, and suddenly spoke, his voice was unwavering, like eternal ice and snow, "Afraid?"

Don't be afraid of me.

Xie Wan shook her head quickly, like a frightened little animal flattering its natural enemies.

That's it.

Luo Wuchen caressed Xie Wan's slightly cool cheek with his fingertips, "You have been wronged all these years."

Xie Wan still shook his head, and replied sullenly: "I'm not wronged."

Luo Wuchen rubbed the corners of Xie Wan Weichao's eyes with his fingers, said "huh?", and said that he was not wronged, obviously so wronged that he was about to cry.

Love to cry, love to be charming, but also so stubborn that it makes people feel distressed.

Xie Wan changed the subject abruptly: "There is a sword mark on the ground."

"I kept it." Luo Wuchen disdained to lie, although he knew that Xie Wan knew that he might be afraid of Gu Lin when he drew his sword, but he was unwilling to choose to lie.

"Gu Lin has failed you." Luo Wuchen rubbed the top of Xie Wan's hair with his palm, his movements were gentle and compassionate, and he explained to him in a soft tone.

It's not good for Gu Lin to let you down.

"Master vented his anger for you, can you be happier?"

Luo Wuchen's eyelashes drooped slightly, and only Xie Wan was reflected in his ice-covered eyes.

Xie Wan seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, glanced at the sword mark, pursed his lips, and couldn't hide his envy and admiration, and said in a low voice: "Master is so powerful."

Luo Wuchen has been extremely talented since he was a child, and he has never encountered a setback since he practiced. The Nascent Soul's cultivation base can frustrate the gods, and he has heard praises as many as stars.

The admiration, gratitude, and yearning of others are to him like smoke and dust that blows away with the wind, and they can't cause any ripples in his heart.

But Xie Wan's mere exclamation can make Luo Wuchen feel a wave of joy in his heart.

When he didn't realize it, Luo Wuchen chuckled lightly.

What a big deal.

This level, if Xie Wan wants to, he can completely help Xie Wan achieve it.

In Xie Wan's bright eyes, Luo Wuchen raised his hand and tapped gently between Xie Wan's eyebrows.

"I teach you."

Xie Wan's eyes widened suddenly, and there was a light of hope in them.

"Really?"

But this light only lit up for a moment, and then quickly dimmed. Xie Wan's expression was slightly dark, and his tone fell for some reason: "But..."

Luo Wuchen didn't understand why Xie Wan suddenly fell down.

Xie Wan clenched his hands tightly, with nails embedded in his palms. He endured and endured, but he still couldn't bear the desire that rose together with the sourness in his heart. He hesitated, "Can I...can practice swords now?"

"Why not?" Luo Wuchen said indifferently, looking at Xie Wan with eyes as clear as glass, wondering where Xie Wan's hesitation came from.

"Master," Xie Wan carefully hid the fragility and panic in his heart, but he still couldn't completely suppress the grievance in his heart. His voice was low and even a little hoarse, "I'm already a useless person now. .”

Luo Wuchen never felt that Xie Wan, who had injured his leg, was inferior to others.

In his eyes, Xie Wan is far more lively than those monks, and Xie Wan is much better than them.

But it is obvious that Xie Wan doesn't think so, he has always been deeply inferior to this.

He even despises himself and calls himself a "useless person".

Luo Wuchen frowned slightly, fixedly looked at Xie Wan for a while, stroked the top of his hair comfortingly, and said, "It's okay, Master is here."

Since Xie Wan cares so much about his incompleteness, then he should make up for those incompleteness.

Luo Wuchen hugged his little apprentice's slightly trembling body, from the top of his head down, and slowly followed his hair, as gently and affectionately as if he was stroking a cub.

What Xie Wan fears, he will expel for him.

Whatever Xie Wan wanted, he would deliver to him.

Not knowing what his little apprentice was thinking, Xie Wan raised his head, looked at him, and said seriously: "Thank you, Master."

Luo Wuchen looked down at his well-behaved little apprentice, and a strange impulse stirred in his heart.

He wanted to tighten Xie Wan's arms, but he hesitated because his cultivation level was much higher than Xie Wan's.

His little disciple was too fragile, even though he had tried his best to relax his movements, he still couldn't help worrying about hurting his little disciple.

Hugging Xie Wan's arm fell into a stalemate in silence.

Xie Wan knew nothing about Luo Wuchen's turbulent thoughts, he lowered his eyelashes in embarrassment, and slowly retreated from Luo Wuchen's arms.

Obviously Xie Wan retreated from his embrace, but Luo Wuchen felt as if his heart was empty for a moment.

Luo Wuchen lowered his hand slowly, with the expression on his face still indifferent, he just said, "Look, draw your sword out of its sheath.

He could feel his little disciple yearning for his sword.

At that time, Luo Wuchen didn't understand why he chose the set of swords he danced in front of Xie Wan. That set of swordsmanship was always evaluated by him as more than gorgeous, but not enough attack power.

Obviously he has always preferred swordsmanship aimed at killing.

Before he even knew it, he had followed the male courtship instinct, displaying his gorgeous feathers in front of the object of his desire like a peacock spreading its tail.

When Luo Wuchen danced the sword, Xie Wan stared at Luo Wuchen's figure without blinking.

In the last move, Luo Wuchen retracted his sword and lowered his eyes to look at Xie Wan's blushing face.

He should like it.

Luo Wuchen breathed a sigh of relief, and pointedly pointed out Xie Wan's sword skills.

While making sword moves, Xie Wan's body was unable to stabilize its center of gravity due to its lameness, and staggered to the side.

Luo Wuchen held Xie Wan's shoulders and stabilized his body for him: "Don't worry."

"It's not too late to practice again after your leg injury heals."

Xie Wan's eyes lit up with hope, and he looked at Luo Wuchen for a moment: "Will I get better?"

Luo Wuchen felt as if he had been infused with enchanted soup, he said: "Yes."