Ye Chenfeng: Shengsheng Kicked Me! That Was Nice

"No!" Ye Chenfeng vigorously shook his head, his eye sockets were red, and he looked like he was about to cry. "Master, I am your disciple. You only had me as your disciple before... Only me..."

Now she didn't want him and even wanted to take someone else as her disciple. This was like torturing his heart.

Ye Shengge's tone was indifferent, and her exquisite and bright face showed no emotion at all. "Ye Chenfeng, I remind you for the last time. We have already severed our master-disciple relationship. In the future, you are not allowed to call yourself my disciple, nor are you allowed to address me as your master."

"As for my only disciple, whether it's now or in the future, it will not be you."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Chenfeng's heart felt like it had been ripped out by someone and thrown heavily to the ground. It felt like there was a bloody hole in his chest, and a cold wind was howling through it, causing his entire bloodstream to stop flowing.