Upon hearing Master Zhou ask whether he was going to eat him or stop being a soldier, Qi Xing's face turned bright red. He stammered for a while before finally squeezing out a few words: "Neither... neither."
Master Zhou looked at him with a refreshed expression, "You look quite displeased, do you want to beat me up?"
Qi Xing suddenly squatted down, holding his head, "Master, please don't tease me, okay?" Although he was in a hurry, he still maintained his clarity.
He was aware of Master Zhou's temperament; the other party was clearly toying with him.
But now with the roof on fire, he didn't have the mind to chit-chat with him. Of course, he also didn't ponder over why the other would toy with him.
"Who's playing with you?" Master Zhou looked at him seriously, "Didn't you already go home to visit your family this year? Now suddenly asking for leave to go home again, you must give me a sufficient reason that qualifies for leave, right?
