"Master, zhenyi found some fruit." With a black knife on his back and two fruits in his hands, zhenyi ran over with a red face.
Black Emperor Zhen Yue was deep in thought, and then he opened his eyes. Seeing his disciple running over, he smiled,"Zhen Yi, cultivate properly, don't be distracted."
"I know, teacher." Zhen Yi reached out his hand."Master, I'll give you the big one. I'll just eat the small one."
For Zhen Yi, although it was very tiring to follow his master to cultivate outside, he was very happy. It was a joy that he had never felt before.
He hoped to always be with his master. No matter where his master went, he would follow.
Zhen Yue patted her small head,"you have to cultivate well. Otherwise, master won't be happy even if you find fruits for him every day."
"Yes, don't worry, master. Zhenyi will work hard in cultivation." Zhen Yi nodded his head heavily with a bright and tender smile on his face.
