Ganyu carefully inspected Junze's body, worried that something might have gone wrong with him again.
"Master, I'm really fine."
Junze only felt Ganyu's soft little hands continuously kneading and pressing over him.
Although it felt comfortable, he could not help but feel like meat in a marketplace, being pinched and squeezed to see whether it was firm enough.
Ganyu looked at Junze with a conflicted expression.
"So why did this happen?"
A trace of distress appeared on her face.
She muttered softly, "Logically speaking, Ze, you're a Taotie. It shouldn't be like this."
At the same time, Ganyu recalled what happened earlier that morning.
Trail of the Qilin was clearly an immortal art unique to the Qilin clan.
While blaming herself for being careless, she was also shocked.
But why could Junze use it?
"Ze? Could it be that you're not a Taotie at all, but a Qilin? Just one that eats a little more."
Ganyu blinked her beautiful eyes, feeling that she had discovered a blind spot.
If he were truly a Taotie, he would not have mastered Trail of the Qilin. Nor would he possess that ethereal immortal aura like Junze did.
Taotie were born as ferocious beasts. Even if they wished to cultivate to that level, it would require many years of bitter training.
Junze was just a child. That was absolutely impossible.
So Ganyu arrived at this possibility.
"Huh?!"
Junze let out a startled sound.
He found it strange that his master would suddenly say such a thing.
"Mm. It's very possible that Cloud Retainer truly made a mistake."
Ganyu's gaze gradually shifted from Junze's face to his horns.
"As long as I touch the horns again to confirm, it will be clear."
Her eyes lit up.
Horns were one of the identifying traits of a Qilin.
By feeling the patterns and texture of the horns, one could determine whether the other party was a Qilin, and even their standing among the Qilin.
However, Ganyu seemed to have a rather particular yearning toward Junze's horns.
Was touching them to confirm his identity truly free of selfish motives?
"Um… Master?"
Junze watched Ganyu slowly approach him and felt a sense of danger.
Although if it was Master, offering a little was not a problem.
But right now, he could not exactly do anything.
"Ze… may Master touch your horns for a moment?"
Ganyu suddenly asked in a pleading voice.
Junze looked over and saw her slightly puffing her lips, hands clasped together as she begged, her face full of expectation.
"Hiss."
So cute.
This was the first time Junze had seen his master like this.
"N No problem."
Junze resolutely lowered his head toward her.
Since Master had asked like this, forget just touching his horns. Even chopping them off for soup, well, perhaps not that far.
In the end, Junze wisely refrained from making any frightening vows in his heart.
"Thank you, Ze."
Ganyu happily reached out and touched Junze's horns.
The sensation was smooth yet faintly coarse, wonderfully peculiar. Ganyu liked it very much.
"Master, actually I really am a Tao—"
However, just as Junze was about to declare his Taotie identity, his body suddenly went numb.
A very strange sensation spread through him.
It was a weakness different from hunger.
Goosebumps rose all over his body.
The next moment, little Junze went limp and collapsed into Ganyu's embrace.
His head rested against a pair of black slimes.
The cotton candy like softness was incomparably comfortable.
There was absolutely no pillow in this world more comfortable than this.
Ganyu froze for a moment, then indulgently wrapped Junze completely in her arms.
Mm.
Disciple scent 2.0 updated.
Since Junze's aura had been elevated, she had to record it again.
A master who could not remember her disciple's scent was not a good master.
Of course, the hand kneading Junze's horns did not stop at all.
"Alright, alright. Ze is a Taotie. Master knows."
While enjoying the excellent texture of the horns, Ganyu also understood that Junze could not possibly be a Qilin.
Qilin horns were not like his.
But did that matter?
It did not seem so important anymore.
While rubbing Junze's horns, Ganyu soothed his slightly trembling body.
Junze, meanwhile, was beginning to shut down internally.
Why did the horns have sensation again?
Were they not supposed to be like hair or fingernails?
Were there nerves inside?
What kind of joke was this?
Junze suddenly felt that Taotie were far too bizarre as a species.
"But if Ze is clearly a Taotie, why can he use a Qilin technique and develop such a special aura?"
Ganyu fell into confusion once more.
While enduring the sensation, Junze said, "Maybe… maybe it was the coconut milk from last night."
"!"
The moment Junze mentioned that topic, Ganyu's hand trembled and her face instantly turned red.
Was he doing this on purpose?
Absolutely.
In this master disciple relationship, only the disciple could tease the master. How could it be reversed?
"Th This… that's impossible, right?"
Ganyu lowered her head and glanced downward, disbelief written across her face.
Junze sensed his master's embarrassment and continued leisurely, "Why not? That coconut milk directly made my body grow so much. It's normal for it to slightly change my constitution too, isn't it?"
"C Can it really do that?"
Ganyu shrank back slightly, her voice weak. Even the hand rubbing Junze's horns trembled a little.
She actually found Junze's nonsense extremely reasonable.
So did that mean she really needed to supplement him every day?
After all, Junze's changes were indeed huge. He no longer resembled a Taotie at all.
If this continued, would she no longer need to worry about Ze becoming like the ancient ferocious Taotie of legend?
If paying such a small price could achieve that result, Ganyu was willing.
At that thought, she even felt the speed at which her Qilin essence condensed quicken slightly.
Combined with the pressure of Junze's little head—
This was bad.
"Ze, Master will go get some Mora. We're going out to eat."
Sensing that things were turning dangerous, and though extremely reluctant to let go of the horns, Ganyu quickly helped Junze sit upright and hurried back to the bedroom.
Watching Ganyu flee in flustered retreat, Junze revealed a faint smile despite his weakness.
"Master, I win this round."
After saying that, he leaned against the wall and slowly sat down on the floor.
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