This Damned Thirst for Survival

The three brothers had been looking for him since the afternoon, and they didn't see Jiang Luo until dinner time. This caused them to die of anxiety, and when they were notified to Feng Li they were trembling like three quail eggs.

Feng Li asked them to wait. They hid in the car and finished their supper and supper before finally waiting for Jiang Luo.

Jiang Luo was not at all surprised by their arrival, Wen Renlian gave him a worried look as planned, and was kindly persuaded by Jiang Luo to go upstairs.

Jiang Luo followed the three of them very cooperatively, and the three of Shen Ruma were also relieved. When he arrived at the gate of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, Zhou Wudu, who had the best relationship, said to Jiang Luo privately, "Mr. is very angry."

Jiang Luo had already expected this.

The three of them sent Jiang Luo to the study. Shen Ruma knocked on the door, "Sir, the man has brought it."

After a while, there was a voice from inside the door, "Let him in."

Let him in, not let them in.

The three of Shen Ruma suddenly relaxed, they looked at Jiang Luo sympathetically, and ran away without a trace. Jiang Luo looked at their backs and opened the door amusedly and walked in.

It was pitch black in the study, and Feng Li didn't turn on the light. He sat behind the table, his figure darker than the background. Jiang Luo couldn't see his expression clearly, but instinctively felt that Feng Li's current state was not easy to provoke.

He had always believed in his instincts, so he stood cautiously at the far end of the desk, advancing and retreating, and defending. Once there was a problem, he would be able to seize the door and leave.

Feng Li didn't express any opinion to him standing so far away, and was silent. Jiang Luo took the initiative: "Sir."

The other party didn't speak.

Jiang Luo continued: "Sir, I want to leave the Heavenly Master's Mansion."

For a long time, Feng Li asked: "Why?"

Jiang Luo whispered: "I have told you the reason before. I am not worthy to be your disciple, nor can I adapt to the rules of the Tianshifu. My husband has helped me a lot. Even if I can't become a master and apprentice, my husband is the most respected by me. People, if your husband asks me to do something, I will do my best to repay him for his guidance."

Feng Li habitually touched his thumb, and the jade pull finger above was broken. He was busy these few days, and he didn't hold the new jade pull finger on top. He didn't touch anything at this moment. I don't know if it was because of Jiang Luo or this jade pull finger. He suddenly became violent.

He remembered the phone call with Chen Pi during the day.

After Chen Pi knew that Jiang Luo was leaving the Heavenly Master's Mansion, he said in fear and apologized to Feng Li, saying that he would persuade Jiang Luo to change his mind. But to put it euphemistically, if Feng Li doesn't care, he can also send other talented disciples to Feng Li as his apprentice.

But the heavenly master never lacks apprentices.

Feng Li leaned back in the chair, remembering what he said when he looked at the bergamot lotus agarwood ornament during the day.

He told Chen Pi: "The child is wild, so just take more lessons."

It's like his habit of touching jade fingers. Once he got used to it, Jiang Luo would get used to his discipline.

Jiang Luo said: "Sir?"

Feng Li actually laughed.

This laughter was too weird, but Feng Li quickly put away his laugh, as fast as an illusion. Jiang Luo stepped back without a trace, "Sir, the disciple is not filial, please agree."

Feng Li said, "Go and bring me a cup of tea."

When he said this suddenly, Jiang Luo was a little surprised. But whether it was public or private, Jiang Luo couldn't refuse this request. He said yes, and went downstairs to pour tea for Feng Li.

There was always tea in the kitchen, and when he was ready to take the tea bowl upstairs, he turned around and found that Feng Li had also followed downstairs, standing by the stairs, looking at him in the shadows.

Without knowing it, Jiang Luo was startled subconsciously, and soon calmed down, and smiled at him, "Sir, the tea is ready."

Feng Li said lightly: "Send it to my study."

Jiang Luo nodded, and walked upstairs first under Feng Li's sign. Feng Li stood downstairs and looked at his disciple, with an inexplicable expression.

The stairs of the Heavenly Master's Mansion are wooden floors, which will never slip at ordinary times. But when Jiang Luo reached the fifth step, the moment he took his foot, he felt that something suddenly pushed him hard at the other ankle that remained stable. Jiang Luo's stability was destroyed, and he had nothing to do. Preparing to fall heavily down the steps.

Tea water hit the stairs, and Jiang Luo was held in his arms by Feng Li who had been staying under the stairs in time.

But his right ankle was so tingling that he was absolutely twisted.

Jiang Luo sweated on his forehead, and he wanted to stand up with strong support, but he didn't have any strength on his right foot. Jiang Luo raised his head and looked up the stairs. He couldn't believe he saw an unremarkable paper man the size of a palm and a half on the stairs.

This is Feng Li's paper man?

Why did he push him downstairs?

"Sir," he asked in astonishment, "why..."

Feng Li hugged him horizontally and walked upstairs step by step. The hem of the Tang suit swept across the broken tea bowl, Feng Li didn't even put away the paper man, nor did he explain a word, but acquiesced in a fair manner.

Jiang Luo clenched his fists, feeling that Feng Li hadn't seen him clearly before.

Feng Li sent Jiang Luo back to his room.

Jiang Luo was put on the bed by him, and Feng Li lowered his body to check the condition of his right foot.

Unexpectedly, he twisted his ankle and suddenly became red and swollen.

The pain is obvious. But Feng Li's fingers on his ankle were more obvious. He touched Peng Jiang Luo's injury, and it hurt even if he touched it lightly, and he pressed down hard.

Jiang Luo could not hold back a "hiss" sound.

A smile flashed from the corner of Feng Li's mouth. He put down Jiang Luo's feet, stood up again, and said calmly: "I have a sprain. Don't move your feet in the past few days."

He took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands, before he smiled again, "When you can walk out of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, come and tell me about leaving."

After speaking, he turned and walked out.

This sentence is equivalent to his acknowledgment of "I made you hurt on purpose".

Jiang Luo became expressionless for a moment.

Soon, Feng Li came back with medicine for sprains and an ice pack. The dignified celestial master actually took off his shoes for his disciple, healed the sprain, and said that outsiders would not believe it, and they would think this is really a horror story. However, Feng Li did not rush or slow down, and was even somewhat comfortable.

It is a pleasure after reaching the goal.

Jiang Luo said coldly: "Sir, I can use ginseng extract."

The heavenly master didn't seem to hear, until he took the medicine and put Jiang Luo's feet on the bed, he said, "No need to use it."

Jiang Luo couldn't hide his sneer, "You don't want the disciple to be better soon?"

The heavenly master got up, stepped forward and walked to Jiang Luo's hand. He looked down at Jiang Luo for a moment, and suddenly stretched out his hand.

This old-fashioned restrained hand with a sandalwood scent paused for a few seconds on Jiang Luo's face. After all, he avoided Jiang Luo's face upward, and gently touched Jiang Luo's hair, his movements were as light as he was treating something. A fragile thing, but the words in your mouth are ruthless and cold, "Wait until you don't want to go, it will be fine."

"Then I want to go all the time?"

Feng Li looked at him deeply, "You can give it a try."

He retracted his hand, straightened up, and after looking at Jiang Luo twice, he turned and left. The door clicked and was locked.

Jiang Luo listened to Feng Li's footsteps gradually walking away, and the expression on his face also closed. He lay on the bed with his legs up and looked at the swelling, lazily mocking: "This is our good teacher."

He expected that it would be difficult to leave after seeing Feng Li, but he didn't expect Feng Li to use this method.

Thinking of Feng Li's threats to him before, if he kept going, I was afraid that Feng Li would really break his leg.

Jiang Luo's eyes were faint, he closed his eyes with a sneer, and was about to fall asleep.

Jiang Luo lived the same life for the next five or six days. He was completely imprisoned by Feng Li in the Heavenly Master's Mansion. He was only able to see people coming during three fixed meals a day, plus Feng Li who came to give him medicine at night.

The atmosphere when he and Feng Li were taking the medicine was extremely weird. Feng Li came on time and left without delay. As time went on, the weird atmosphere became more suppressed.

Jiang Luo's mobile phone was taken away. Apart from reading boring books, he looked out the window in a daze every day. But this day, he drank too much water during the day. When he was awake in the middle of the night and wanted to go to the bathroom, he opened his eyes and saw that Feng Li didn't know when he was standing by his bed, staring at him quietly. As scary as a ghost.

Frankly speaking, if it wasn't for Jiang Luo to have a deep heart, he also had the life-saving method of spiritism. Jiang Luo would feel that he hadn't gone mad because of being locked up, he would have gone mad because of Feng Li first.

He almost endured madness, but when he thought of Chi You, he was even more balanced with him.

Whenever he couldn't bear it, Jiang Luo told himself that it was coming soon, and it was almost time that Chi You couldn't bear it.