Small, Chapter 391: Aunt Qiu's Image Completely Collapses! Time quietly slips away, the sun gradually tilts to the west, and the golden light becomes gentle and mellow.

It is now afternoon.

In Room Tianzi No. 2, Feng Qiushuang is neatly dressed, her face as beautiful as a flower, tinged with an intoxicating blush: "You brat, you're becoming more and more disrespectful, aren't you even listening to Aunt Qiu anymore?!" Gu Junlin looks innocent: "What Aunt Qiu? There's only the Lord of Hidden Kill here."

"You..." Feng Qiushuang is at a loss for words, turns her sleeve, and leaves: "Fine, I'll indulge you this once, but it won't happen again!" As she leaves, her steps are weak and unsteady, seemingly trembling, and she mutters: "This is no way to bully someone..." A leisurely voice drifts over: "Aunt Qiu, when you transformed into the Lord of Hidden Kill, you didn't ask if I was willing."

"During that time, I suffered greatly under your oppression. Now, without the advantage of cultivation, can't you handle even this much?"

"When you looked down on me before, saying I was no good, you didn't look so listless."

Feng Qiushuang, reaching the doorway, stumbles and almost falls, fortunately catching the door frame in time.

Her face is flushed with blood, feeling both ashamed and annoyed.

Annoyed because, indeed, the Yin-Yang Saint Body has a unique advantage in this aspect, and without the advantage of cultivation, she is no match.

Ashamed because, today, this guy didn't follow the usual routine, and in matters between men and women, he actually made the woman use such a shameful method... who knows where this little rascal learned it from!

"No, I can't be the only one like this. I must make Sister Xian'er suffer this humiliation before she regains her memory!" Feng Qiushuang feels unbalanced and starts brewing mischief in her mind.

Inside the room, only Gu Junlin remains.

His slow smile fades, and after desire, comes endless emptiness.

Gu Junlin's expression is complex, and he sighs heavily: "Aunt Qiu, Aunt Qiu, knowing that you are the Lord of Hidden Kill, it's really hard for me to respect you as before..."

"But, perhaps you also enjoy my disrespect."

Gu Junlin doesn't want to see Aunt Qiu this way, but his heart can't help but harbor these malicious speculations.

It's just that, during that month, the Lord of Hidden Kill, who attacked every night, left a deep impression on him, especially when she transformed into "Aunt Qiu," she was so charming and graceful, it's hard not to suspect that she was releasing her true nature.

"Born with a seductive bone, it already indicates Aunt Qiu's true nature, she just hadn't met a man who opened her heart before."

This sentence, spoken by the "Lord of Hidden Kill" wearing Aunt Qiu's face, echoes in Gu Junlin's ears.

At that time, he thought it was a slander against Aunt Qiu, but now that the mysterious veil of the Lord of Hidden Kill has been lifted, that sentence sounds more and more true.

"Wait..." Gu Junlin, somewhat confused, seems to recall something important, and suddenly his eyes tremble.

If Aunt Qiu is the Lord of Hidden Kill, then the so-called injury must be fake?

Then... that night, in front of the master, the old injury flaring up, was also fake?

At this moment, Feng Qiushuang's image in Gu Junlin's heart completely collapses.

Before this, he could still comfort himself, even deceive himself, saying that the flirtatious Lord of Hidden Kill was Aunt Qiu trying to distance herself from her true identity.

But now that she is no longer the Lord of Hidden Kill, and still seeks such thrills, what other reason could there be besides her being a seductress at heart?

Gu Junlin rubs his temples, he can already imagine how nervous he was that night in front of the master, and how delighted Aunt Qiu must have been...

"Aunt Qiu, you are not a phoenix! I think you are just a vixen!" Gu Junlin hits the bed, defaming Feng Qiushuang.

After confirming Aunt Qiu's true nature, his heart is flooded with endless disappointment, the dignified and noble Aunt Qiu is actually so lewd...

This is a subversion of morality, a collapse of worldview, the beautiful image Aunt Qiu had erected in his heart no longer exists.

Gu Junlin, heartbroken, leaves the room with a heavy heart.

At the bow of the ship, Feng Qiushuang, secretly observing Gu Junlin's reaction with her spiritual sense, looks downcast and sighs softly:

"Sigh~ I played too hard before, it's normal for little Junlin to not accept it for a while."

If she truly didn't want to be bullied, with Gu Junlin's strength, how could he have succeeded?

She had intended to use the fire of desire to disrupt Gu Junlin's thoughts, to prevent him from thinking too deeply, but in the end, it could only suppress for a moment, not forever, and now that he's calmed down, he indeed can't accept it...

However, she believes this is only temporary, even though her image has been subverted, her feelings for little Junlin are pure and unadulterated.

At worst, tonight she'll seal her cultivation again, let the little rascal bully her, to vent his anger...

Gu Junlin arrives at his master's bedroom.

Feng Qingxian, who fell asleep in the morning, has not yet woken up.

Looking at his master's stunningly beautiful and enchanting face, Gu Junlin's complex emotions disappear, leaving only attachment and tranquility spreading in his heart.

Just like when he was a child, when his master went out to search for fruit, he would be anxious and restless, and as soon as his master returned, he would calm down.

The existence of his master is like a cool drink on a hot summer day, able to calm and refresh the mind.

At this moment, sudden shouts come from outside the ship:

"Gu Junlin, you murderer, you must give us an explanation today!"

"You despicable villain, acting one way in front of us and another behind our backs, I thought you were a gentleman of broad mind!"

Gu Junlin's eyebrows furrow...