The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

"Kill you bitch!"

Pan Shu frowned and raised her eyes to look at the entrance of the alley in front of her. Three tall and strong men were killing a skinny young boy.

Spewing obscene words.

Fu Ce's attention was all on Pan Shu.

Seeing her eyes paused, Fuce asked warmly: "Do you want me to stop you?"

Pan Shu gently pressed the hot peach blossom mark on her wrist, with a faint smile on her lips, "Yeah."

She took a few steps closer, and when those ferocious men saw Pan Shu, evil thoughts arose in their hearts. But when they saw Fu Ce with a heartless and desireless face, their expressions suddenly changed, and they knelt down suddenly with a thump.

"The little one has eyes but cannot see Mount Tai. Please forgive me, Lord Dao..."

Fuce has an indescribable prestige in the world.

People worshiped him as a god.

Fu Ce was always cold and taciturn in front of others, "Go away."

Once these words came out, how could those three men dare to delay any longer?He hurriedly ran away from Fuce's sight!

"Get up."

The young boy was about twelve or thirteen years old. He was skinny and had a sallow complexion. It looked like he had been malnourished for a long time. He pursed his lips and looked at Pan Shu's gentle outstretched hand before he got up from the ground.

Pan Shu didn't care, she raised her eyebrows and took back her hand.

"Fuce, please take him in."

Pan Shu said calmly.

Fuce was a little surprised and his eyes flashed slightly.

Pan Shu never liked to meddle in other people's business. She was afraid of trouble. This was the first time she took the initiative to help others out. Fu Ce inevitably looked at the young boy a few more times and secretly wondered what was special about him...

"it is good."

Fuce looked at him condescendingly and asked in a cold voice, "Do you have a name?"

The young boy shook his head hesitantly and said with some difficulty: "No."

"Shang Dai."

Pan Shu smiled softly and said, "Shang Yu is a Shang in Chaoyuji, and his eyebrows are as dark as the mountains."

"Oh."

In fact, he didn't understand.

But he thought it sounded good.

Pan Shu and Fu Ce took him to a restaurant to have something to eat. Fu Ce said little, but when his cold eyes occasionally glanced at Shang Dai, it always made his scalp numb and his hands and feet cold.

It's like being in a thousand years of ice.

The bones and blood were so cold that they condensed every inch.

Fuce didn't like her giving her attention to others.

He casually made a charm, and a ray of ice-blue light entered Shang Dai's eyebrows and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Fu Ce looked slightly surprised. He didn't expect that the beggar he picked up casually had a good talent in cultivation.

Not long after, a young disciple in Taoist uniform bowed respectfully and said, "Senior Brother Fuce, Miss Banshu."

"Take him away."

Fu Ce pointed at Shang Dai, who was devouring food at the side.

Shang Dai looked stunned, his face was thin, but he could vaguely see his evil and deceiving appearance in the future from his eyebrows.

Fuce actually felt a sense of crisis in his heart.

Wait for the young disciple to take Shang Dai away.

Fu Ce looked at Pan Shu seriously and aggrievedly, "Do you think I'm old?"

Pan Shu was stunned and didn't understand why he suddenly said that.

"?"

The original person has been cultivating immortals for 700 years, and he has been cultivating Taoism for more than [-] years. He is still much younger than himself.

However, the age in the world of immortality cannot be compared with that in the secular world.

"Why do you say that?"

"Then why are you so special to him..."

Pan Shu said with a smile: "I have a fate with him."

Fu Ce said "Oh" in a muffled voice and stopped talking.

Gee.

I also got sulky.

Pan Shu stretched out her hand and pinched Fuce's ears, then touched his Adam's apple ambiguously, smiling narrowly, "Are you jealous?"

"Ah."

He admitted reluctantly.

A smile flashed across Pan Shu's eyes.

She slowly came closer to him, and her soft lips gently touched the thin white eyelids that he subconsciously closed tightly, like a dragonfly's touch of water, fleeting.

Fuce's heart started to beat violently.

Faster and faster.

He pursed his lower lip, trying his best to suppress the raised corners of his lips.

The earlobes slowly turned crimson.

Even the cold white face was glowing with an attractive red color.

People always want to be more frivolous towards him.

Pan Shu smiled slightly, with a hint of teasing in her charming voice. Her cold fingertips gently tapped the corners of his slightly raised lips, "Hey, are you happy?"

He didn't say yes or no.

Just her thin lips were close to Pan Shu's ear, and she whispered in a very low voice: "More."

Slight muteness, shaking tremor.

He was dressed in spotlessly clean white clothes.

Even that handsome face was extremely cold.

It was as if one more look at him was going to taint him.

After all, he was born to sit on a high altar.

The world can only worship him devoutly.

But in front of her.

The god also stepped down from the altar and was dragged into her lust, unable to escape forever.

Pan Shu had a thought in her mind.

This is the private room on the second floor of the restaurant. In my ears I can hear the shouts of the vendors and the high-pitched chatter of the drinkers.

There was also a man's emotional, life-threatening gasping sound that was extremely difficult to ignore.

He has a nice voice.Pan Shu always knew.

but don't know-

His call to bed sounded better.

My legs feel weak after hearing this.

The man raised his head impatiently, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.

The subtle snow sandalwood agarwood has a strong and pleasant smell, just like the incense smell on the bodies of monks and Buddhas when they return from walking in the snow and kneel down to worship the Buddha devoutly in the temple.

But Buddha would not have thought of it.

This is not worshiping him.

It is the wantonness, indulgence, and repetition in lust.

"Fu Ce..."

The little girl's sweet voice had a hint of crying.

The beautiful fox eyes were watery.

Fuce closed his eyelids, held her waist with one big hand, and pressed the back of her head with the other. His lips and teeth were intertwined, and he licked the seam of her lips greenly and boldly, trying to make her unable to bear it. When you stay, you have to open your small mouth voluntarily, and then you are willing to drive straight in.

His eyes were closed tightly.

A drop of cold sweat ran down his delicate face and into his clothes.

The snow-white face slowly turned red.

His expression changed, and a white light flashed before his eyes.

Fuce's indifferent eyes were now replaced by lust.

His eyes are getting darker.

The big hands on her slender waist tightened inch by inch, and her Adam's apple rolled impatiently, "Shu Shu..."

"Well."

"It hurts?" Fuce let go of her slightly, kissed her forehead gently, and carefully wiped the dirt on her palms.

He soiled his little girl.

Pan Shu buried her entire face in his cold, slender neck.

A chuckle escaped Fuce's throat.

Hold her close.

"You are so fierce," she said.

"Feel sorry."

Fuce admitted his mistake quickly.

"Don't do this next time."

"Be gentle next time." Fuce coaxed her gently, "Be good, this time I lost control."

"Liar."

Pan Shu raised her little face to look at him with red eyes, looking like this would make people bully. Fu Ce stared at her with lowered eyes for a long time, and then half-curved his lips as if to apologize: "I'll take you to buy something delicious."