"Master, you...didn't you say you wanted to help me beat my legs?"

Looking at Ning Qingxue lying on his bed, a hint of astonishment flashed in Ling Qingchen's eyes.

"You lie on the ground, and use your spiritual power to control the little hammer to beat you."

Ning Qingxue took out a small hammer from the storage ring and spoke softly.

Ling Qingchen: "..."

Isn't this... not a pounding with your own hands?

Master’s routine is too deep!

“Master, the ground is cold.

Lying on the ground, my disciples were afraid that they would catch a cold.

If you catch a cold and get cold, it will affect your game condition tomorrow, that will be bad."

Ling Qingchen spoke with a serious look on his face.

Ning Qingxue: "!!!"

Could this damn traitor want to...

Then how should you act naturally after waiting?

Want to refuse but welcome? Or give up half-heartedly?

This...why would you rather accept it?

"Then...whether you...whether do you want to lie?"

Ning Qingxue's pretty face turned slightly red, her eyes dodged, and she asked with embarrassment.

"Lying on the rocking chair, please."

Ling Qingchen pointed to the rocking chair he made next to him and spoke softly.

Ning Qingxue: “…”

"You can lie to death."

Ning Qingxue gave Ling Qingchen a hint of resentment and said.

Ling Qingchen: "????"

How did your own master become moody recently?

"Lying down, the teacher is about to start."

Ning Qingxue looked at Ling Qingchen with a resentful look on her face and said.

"Oh oh oh, okay, the disciple is ready."

Ling Qingchen nodded and said.

"Ao..."

As soon as Ling Qingchen lay down his body, he felt as if his calves were hit hard.

"Master...you...this is too powerful!

Can you stop exerting so much force? I can't stand it!"

Ling Qingchen's lips trembled slightly, enduring the severe pain from his calves, and spoke.

"Sorry, it's the first time I'm a teacher to beat someone's legs.

No experience!"

Ning Qingxue chuckled a few times and said.

Ling Qingchen: "..."

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"Ao..."

Before Ling Qingchen could recover, he felt as if his calf on his other side was hit hard.

It felt like it was hit by a heavy object.

Very sour.

"Master...you are so strong!

The disciple... the disciple can't bear it anymore.

I won’t bother you, Master.

Disciple... The disciple should beat it yourself, beat it yourself!"

Seeing Ning Qingxue controlling the little hammer, she was about to smash it down again.

Ling Qingchen quickly retracted his legs and spoke.

Ning Qingxue: “…”

“This…hem.

Being a teacher may be accustomed to fighting with others.

This strength will be a little uncontrollable for a while.

So, you come to bed and the teacher presses you with his hands, how about it?"

Ning Qingxue coughed slightly embarrassedly.

Ling Qingchen: "..."

You won't crush my bones later, right?

"Then Master...you have to be gentle!

Too powerful, my disciple can't stand it!

This is the first time for a disciple!”

Ling Qingchen hesitated for a moment, nodded gently and said.

Ning Qingxue: “…”

Look at what you said, it seems like I want to do anything to you.

“Don’t worry.

As a teacher, I will definitely cherish you Xiaochen.

Come up!"

Ning Qingxue patted Ling Qingchen's bed and said softly.

"Is this strength OK?"

Ning Qingxue placed Ling Qingchen's calves on his thighs and gently kneaded the opening and asked.

"Yes, yes, very elastic..."

Feeling the softness and elasticity coming from Ning Qingxue's thighs, Ling Qingchen nodded with enjoyment.

Ning Qingxue: "???"

“What’s very flexible?”

A trace of confusion flashed in Ning Qingxue's eyes.

Ling Qingchen: "..."

Oops! Too selfless and accidentally said what I thought!

"Calp, the disciple is talking about the disciple's calp, which is very elastic."

Ling Qingchen quickly spoke up and said.

Ning Qingxue: “…”

"Narcissism!"

Ning Qingxue gave Ling Qingchen a pretty look and said.

"Xiaochen, what are we eating tonight?"

Ning Qingxue asked while helping Ling Qingchen knead her legs.

Ling Qingchen: "..."

I want to fool me into cooking again!

Bad Master!

"Master, we cultivators don't have to eat?"

Ling Qingchen asked pretending to be confused.
To be continued...