Chapter 1815 We Are Really Fleeing Famine, Not Bandits 97
Yun Miao clasped her hands behind her back and shook her head like a young adult, "This subordinate of yours is impulsive, irritable, and the master doesn't say anything. He always likes to overstep his authority. It's very similar to those maids who like to go beyond their master to teach others. They will definitely do bad things in the future."
444:...Haha, you read this crappy novel, you are so amazing, you actually become a teacher to teach others.
"You...?" How dare you compare him with Xiaoya?
Wu Liu was depressed and aggrieved at first, but when he saw this stinky girl stirring up trouble, he became extremely angry.
If he hadn't realized that his previous performance had dissatisfied both his master and his boss, he would definitely have to teach this girl a lesson now.
Ji Mochen did not feel that what he said was wrong, but nodded, "Wu Liu, she was not wrong."
"Master, I..." Wu Liu's heart suddenly went cold. He was so scared. Could it be that the master... didn't want him anymore?
Wu Liu knelt down with a plop, his face full of regret, "Master, I was wrong, you can punish me as much as you want, just don't let me go."
These personal guards were all rescued by their master, and most of them grew up with their master. To them, his master was not only the person they swore to protect, but also their benefactor and even their relative.
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He gave them a life, gave them shelter, asked people to teach them how to read and practice martial arts, and made them live a better life than most people in the world.
For him, they would even risk their lives.
Letting them leave would be worse than letting them die.
Ji Mochen saw his fear, but did not let him go as gently as before.
"If you continue like this, you will really ruin my business and damage my reputation. Others will think that I, the master, do not know how to train people, or they will think that what you do is what I, the master, ordered."
How the servants around him can tell a lot about the character of the master.
Everyone knows this.
Wu Liu had made such a mistake more than once before. Considering that he was young and loyal, he never punished him severely. He only occasionally mentioned it once or twice, but unexpectedly, he never reflected or repented.
Wu Liumian looked ashen, "Master, it is my subordinates who deserve to die."
Wu Yi sighed slightly, stepped forward and knelt down respectfully, "Master, it's my subordinate's fault. I didn't teach him well. Please punish him as well."
"But, can you please give me one last chance, for the sake of my master's safety?"
Although Wu Liu has excellent martial arts qualifications, he is the youngest among their twelve guards, only sixteen this year.
Even if they knew that he was impulsive and always liked to be competitive, the older ones would always indulge him from time to time.
I thought that if I just watched him under my nose, nothing would happen. Unexpectedly, his temper became more and more unrestrained.
"Ahem, everyone, please get up." Ji Mochen's throat felt itchy and he couldn't help covering his lips and coughing twice. His expression could not hide his tiredness.
"When I go back this time, Wu Liu will go into seclusion for half a year and reflect on it."
"Yes, Master." Wu Liu was so nervous that cold sweat broke out on his forehead. After hearing his master's words, he breathed a sigh of relief, saluted respectfully, and stepped back, not daring to cause trouble again.
Ji Mochen didn't care whether the ground was dirty or not, he threw off his clothes, sat on the stone beside the fire, picked up a bottle of ingredients, put it under his nose and smelled it.
Although it is a bit irritating, when I smell it up close, I am more and more sure of what I am thinking.
Chapter completed!