In the room, Xia Zhu was busy in the kitchen.
Qin Fan was sitting on the sofa watching TV, but his mind was wandering.
Ye Qingcheng stood quietly beside him, with no trace of happiness or anger on her beautiful face.
Suddenly, Ye Qingcheng knelt down to Qin Fan: "I want to become your teacher."
Qin Fan looked away from the TV and looked at the girl kneeling in front of him. Even though he was used to seeing fairies and saints, Ye Qingcheng's beauty was unique.
"I've said it before, don't teach it lightly."
"And my path may not be suitable for you."
The path of cultivating immortality is to go against the will of nature. The immortal realm has been full of intrigues and intrigues for three thousand years. It is a place where the weak and the strong prey on each other, and they live in a day of killing and being killed all day long.
Ye Qingcheng is an excellent girl. It is not bad to be a mortal, carefree, and have a peaceful and happy life.
Why do we have to embark on the path full of primitive desires?
It seems like rejection, but actually he is protecting her.
Ye Qingcheng raised her head, her beautiful face full of determination, and her black and white eyes revealed a moving determination.
"You are not me, how do you know you are not suitable for me?"
Qin Fan was silent, even if his cultivation level returned to its peak, he could not understand Ye Qingcheng better than Ye Qingcheng.
No one knows yourself better than yourself.
"What's the reason? Why do you insist on gaining great power?" Qin Fan looked at her and asked.
Ye Qingcheng's delicate body suddenly trembled, and her face turned red, sometimes angry, sometimes unwilling.
She shouted to Qin Fan almost like a roar: "Can you understand the helplessness and pain of a person who has everything arranged from birth and follows the path set by others until death?"
"Do you understand the sadness and despair of a woman who can't even decide her own marriage?"
"In the eyes of others, I am the eldest daughter of the Ye family in Kyoto, who is aloof and well-dressed. But I am just a puppet on strings at the mercy of others, and everything is controlled by others!"
"The saddest thing is that the people who control all of this are the people closest to you. They keep saying that everything is for your own good, making you feel guilty even for resisting!"
As he spoke, Ye Qingcheng burst into tears uncontrollably.
Xia Zhu was cooking in the kitchen, and her tears formed a thread and kept sliding down her cheeks, falling drop by drop on the dishes.
Qin Fan's face was expressionless. He had never experienced the life described by Ye Qingcheng. In the three thousand years of the fairyland, he was only accompanied by endless loneliness.
And now, although he is back, he has great strength and no one can control him as a puppet.
Of course, his family was full of warmth, and he would not have had the opportunity to feel what Ye Qingcheng was going through.
Ye Qingcheng cried for a while and immediately restrained his emotions. For Ye Qingcheng, who had a strong personality and even vowed to control his own destiny, crying was a very cowardly sign.
It will only make those who bully you think that you are weak and can be bullied, and they will bully you even more unscrupulously.
"Of course, maybe the path they arranged is right, but that's really not what I want."
Qin Fan looked at her and asked seriously: "What do you want?"
Ye Qingcheng's heartfelt words successfully won Qin Fan's sympathy, and he wanted to help her.
"Control your destiny." Ye Qingcheng's voice was full of determination that could penetrate gold and stone.
Qin Fan suddenly showed a self-deprecating smile.
Even at the peak of his cultivation, he couldn't say that he would be able to control his destiny, let alone Ye Qingcheng now.
"This is too difficult, I can't help you, please find another one!"
Ye Qingcheng thought for a while, then stared at Qin Fan seriously: "Then you fulfill the engagement and marry me!"
"If I can't accept you as my teacher, then I will spend your money, eat your food, live in your room, drive your car, and treat you as a free bodyguard."
Ye Qingcheng knew what he wanted.
Qin Fan's expression froze, then returned to normal.
"I'd better help you control your destiny!"
"Although I can't completely control it, it's okay to let you be independent."
"It's just that I need to see your determination."
Ye Qingcheng's face lit up: "What do you want me to do?"
Qin Fan thought for a while: "Be a slave!"
Ye Qingcheng's expression changed, but he soon returned to normal, lowered his head and replied respectfully: "As you command, my master!"
In order to be able to control her own destiny, she can even risk her life. Does she still care about her dignity?
Just now, she asked Qin Fan to marry her, not just casually, but through these days of getting along, she has been deeply attracted to Qin Fan.
After all, a woman is a very curious creature. The more mysterious and powerful a man is, the easier it is to capture their hearts.
Of course, Qin Fan did not do this to satisfy his special hobby.
But he wanted Ye Qingcheng to experience a life without dignity and self.
Because the road she will take in the future will be a thousand times more difficult than being a slave.
Qin Fan leaned on the sofa and said calmly: "Go get a basin of water and wash my feet."
Ye Qingcheng's face turned red, and he gritted his teeth secretly: "Follow your orders!"
Soon, Ye Qingcheng took a basin of water, lifted up her skirt and squatted in front of Qin Fan, and gently grabbed Qin Fan's shoes with a pair of jade hands.
"Miss, let me come!"
Xia Zhu couldn't stand it anymore, walked out of the kitchen and stared at Qin Fan fiercely.
She felt that Qin Fan was clearly deliberately making things difficult for the young lady.
"Xia Zhu, if I can't even do this little thing, how can I control my own destiny?"
"No pain No gain."
"I understand his intentions."
Ye Qingcheng quickly took off Qin Fan's shoes, soaked Qin Fan's innocent soles in the basin, gently grabbed the feet with a pair of jade hands, and rubbed them slowly.
Xia Zhu glared at Qin Fan fiercely and walked back to the kitchen angrily.
Looking at the black-haired flowing waterfall, the noble and beautiful girl washed her feet with her clumsy hands. Even with Qin Fan's Taoist heart, he couldn't help but relax slightly.
However, Qin Fan was not so worried that such a trivial matter would affect his mind. He lay on the sofa with his eyes closed and rested, quietly enjoying the beauty's service.
In that world full of killing, if you don't have the strength, being a slave is just a luxury.
Efforts are always directly proportional to gains.
During the meal, Ye Qingcheng did not sit down with Qin Fan this time, but chose to stand behind Qin Fan and wait.
Xia Zhu looked at Qin Fan who kept picking up vegetables and cooking rice. He slapped the table angrily and stood up: "Miss doesn't want to eat, and I don't want to eat either."
Ye Qingcheng glared at her, and Xia Zhu pretended not to notice.
Qin Fan, who was eating, suddenly felt a bitter taste in the food.
Xia Zhu sneered in his heart: Humph, I'll poison you to death, you bad guy!
After eating, Qin Fan and Ye Qingcheng parted ways and returned to Yundingshan Villa.
When we reached the foot of the mountain, we met several young men and women coming down.
"Qin Fan!"
Liu Mengyao, who was wearing a designer red dress and carrying a small Xiangfeng bag, screamed in surprise.
The eyes of Tang Chuchu and Chen Jianfeng beside him were also fixed on Qin Fan.
Ever since she was scolded by Qin Fan for warning Qin Fan not to provoke Murong Ling'er in the bar last time, little girl Tang Chuchu has been unable to let go.
Now when I meet Qin Fan when I go to the mountains to play, I naturally don't have a good face.
Not to mention the expressions on Chen Jianfeng and Zhang Kai's faces.
Feeling that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Liu Mengyao suddenly regretted calling out Qin Fan's name so she had no choice but to say hello with a smile.
"What a coincidence, are you here to play too?"
Qin Fan glanced at a few people, expressionless, and said calmly: "I live up there."
