CHAPTER 640: CHAPTER 640: BLOOD-WEEPING SYNDROME

"Alright, alright! Then I won’t disturb you anymore."

Chen’s Dad and Chen’s Mom tend to listen to me quite well, and upon hearing this they immediately said their goodbyes and left.

I looked at Chen Ahmao, who had a sycophantic expression on his face, "What do you want to see me about?"

"Master, what’s this talisman for? I’ve been studying it at home for half a day, and I just can’t figure it out."

Chen Ahmao, treating it as a sacred object, took out a neatly folded purple charm from his pocket.

At a glance, I recognized it as the charm that Yu Longting had given him that day, "It wasn’t given by me, how would I know?"

I remembered that Yu Longting seemed to have given one to Wu Zhenglin as well.

He’s just so capricious, if someone took his fancy, he’d casually hand out an authentic charm drawn by Snake Lord himself.

"Where’s Master Dad? I’ll ask Master Dad." Chen Ahmao was very interested in this talisman, and asked about Yu Longting’s whereabouts.

I hesitated for a moment before agreeing, "He’s upstairs, I’ll take you up."

Yu Longting was in a gloomy mood at that moment, and he would generally become more irritable when disturbed by others.

But Chen Ahmao had a naturally sweet mouth and the charismatic personality of someone who was a social ace.

Plus, he was my only personal disciple, one of our own, so he should be an exception.

"Master Dad, Happy New Year, Ahmao is here to wish you well." As soon as Chen Ahmao entered the room, he knelt with a thump and gave Yu Longting a sincere kowtow.

Yu Longting, sitting by the window holding a white Jade Tablet, furrowed his eyebrows and lowered his eyes to stare at Chen Ahmao for a few seconds, "Mm, Happy New Year, but, no red envelope."

"Master Dad, what do you need a red envelope for, your disciple gives you a red envelope as a mark of respect." Chen Ahmao scrambled up, pulling out the purple charm, "What’s the use of this talisman you gave me? I can’t figure it out."

Yu Longting’s gaze settled on me, leaning against the door, and a slight shimmer appeared in his eyes, his lips curving slightly, "Didn’t you ask your master?"

"My master said she doesn’t recognize it, and that only you would, it must be a powerful talisman, right?" Chen Ahmao looked at him eagerly with the zeal of a curious schoolchild.

Yu Longting paused briefly before replying with a carefree tone, "It’s a talisman used to lay a foundation for commoners who are starting to learn the Mysterious Art."

"Is there such a good thing? Why didn’t you give me one!!" As soon as I heard the effect of the talisman, I immediately became unhappy, marching up to him angrily.

Yu Longting’s smile dissipated as he took the white Jade Tablet and swiftly lifted me by the waist onto the table, "Jealous of your disciple? You have a supreme talent, no need for external aid. The entry threshold for the Mystic Sect is too high, your disciple couldn’t reach it, that’s why I gave it to him."

"Just talk, why are you...," why are you picking me up onto the table?

In front of my disciple, Yu Longting affectionately lifted me onto the table.

My face suffered a considerable loss of dignity, and I busied myself pushing and trying to jump down.

Yu Longting, however, moved closer, pressing firmly against me, and casually ran his hands over my belly, "Wife, you’re too short, I need to lift you higher to see you clearly..."

Me: "..."

This is the least romantic romantic thing I’ve ever heard!

But seeing him come out of his dreary mood made me feel a lot better too.

"I... oh, this full pot... of golden dog food, only those who eat it know." Chen Ahmao unconsciously let out a satisfied burp.

Just then, the corners of my eyes suddenly started to burn, as if they were smeared with chili.

Almost immediately, a stream of blood, extremely foul-smelling, began to flow from the inner corner of my eye.

My eyes hurt so much I could barely open them, and I touched the flow of blood.

The blood was a dark shade, and there were even blood clots.

In a flash, my other eye also started bleeding, and the blood kept streaming out, any movement to open my eyes would cause my entire eyelid to hurt as if it was being torn apart, "Yu Longting... my eyes... what’s wrong with them?"

"Blood-weeping Syndrome? Why would you suddenly get Blood-weeping Syndrome..."