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Ye Qinghong's words made Fang Yang's eyes widen considerably. He turned around and stared at his disciple in astonishment.
What kind of outrageous talk was this?
He knew Ye Qinghong was bold and never hid his thoughts, but he had never imagined he could be this bold.
Seeing his master so flustered, Ye Qinghong's lips curled slightly, and the last trace of bitterness in his heart vanished completely.
Sure enough, his master had been frightened.
Although he was not like Fourth Junior Sister, who saw everything as clearly as candlelight, saw through the red dust of worldly life, and wore a cold demeanor, he still cracked a joke now and then.
It was his master's fault for constantly dallying with flowers and grasses outside, putting immense pressure on him as the eldest disciple.
He had already made up his mind: for every additional woman his master took, he would bear his master another child.
In the future, he would rob the rich to help the poor outside, earning money to support the family, while his master stayed home looking after the children. He would make sure his master was run ragged and thoroughly vent his frustration.
Yes, that was exactly it.
Ye Qinghong nodded inwardly, his mind made up. The Clear Shadow Sword behind him trembled slightly as well, seemingly sensing how much its master's mood had improved and rejoicing for him.
Just as Ye Qinghong was feeling smug, proud that he could finally get his master under his thumb.
He failed to notice that Fang Yang's expression had grown considerably more teasing.
Patter, patter...
The rain kept falling.
Master and disciple sat before the stall a while longer before finally rising to leave.
Only after the two had left did the people in the noodle shop begin discussing