He didn't think it was good at all.

"I don't, I don't like her." Qin Shang shook his head weakly, "I have no plans to get married."

Emperor Xiu let him go, leaned against the pillar, and looked at him casually, his eyes faintly, and he could not see any emotional fluctuations.

Qin Shang lowered his eyes, thinking of the stupid things he had done along the way, and thinking of the master who wanted to teach him martial arts himself... and then he thought that he actually dared to threaten to commit suicide, and then... he said he wanted to make a handsome man trick...

In the end, he made himself sick... For so many years, except for being injured, he couldn't remember when the last time he got sick.

What's even more terrifying is that these things are all under the owner's nose - and they are so serious that the owner asked him to come here in person.

When Qin Shang thought of this, he wanted to dig a hole and bury himself in it.

It is almost the end of the year. In a few days, the heads of the local branch pavilions will have to go up the mountain to report on various affairs... At this time, the master left behind the large group of people and came to Daxia in person...

The scalp is numb, blood is clotting, and the spine is cold, like falling into an ice cellar.

It is probably a portrayal of his mood at this moment.

Qin Shang wondered whether he could still go out alive today... Well, he would definitely be able to live, and his master should not be so angry that he would take his life.

But maybe I can only breathe a sigh of relief... I am still alive anyway.

Thinking of this, Qin Shang raised his eyes and glanced at the master. When he met the calm and unfathomable eyes, he suddenly felt excited and lowered his eyes.

After a moment of silence, he whispered: "The master should be tired from rushing on the road. Is it okay to rest for a long time before settle the accounts at night?"

He knew that he had made a big mistake this time, so he had no intention of justifying.

But the master is really tired.

How could I not be tired after rushing for so few days?

Emperor Xiu stared at his black head in silence, and for a moment, he reached out to him: "Fan."

Qin Shang was slightly stunned, then took out his folding fan from his arms and handed it to the owner.

Emperor Xiu opened it and looked at it. The ordinary ink painting jade fracture fan is not too expensive, but it is not affordable for ordinary people.

Close the fan and he knocked on his legs, "Hand."

hand?

Qin Shang was stunned for a moment, then he understood what he meant, and silently stretched out his hand and placed it flat on the master's leg.

Bang.

A fan knocked down and left a swollen mark on the white palm.

Qin Shang trembled in pain, but his heart was more shocked.

However, before he could come back to his senses, the fan hit another blow, and two side-by-side swollen marks appeared in the palm of his palm, without any force to release water.

The severe pain made Qin Shang come to his senses quickly, and then he truly realized that his master was hitting his palm.

It's not a whip or a pole.

Just use the folding fan to install the style yourself, and how many times the palms are used?

Qin Shang felt this strange pain in a daze, and couldn't help but think that he had never been punished like this when he was a child.

Although it hurts, but...

Qin Shang looked at the swollen marks in his palm, frowned slightly, and resisted the urge to retract his hand, but thought in his heart, is this punishment that does not hurt his tendons and does not move his bones, also considered punishment?

"Left hand." Emperor Xiu's tone was faint.

Qin Shang didn't have time to think about it anymore, so he quickly stretched out his left hand and placed it flat on the imperial cultivator's leg.

The same two strokes left two swollen marks on the palm of the palm.
Chapter completed!