Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

Zhao Xuehan left the Qingxiao faction's forum, seemingly forgetting what happened there in an instant.Seeing the Yuancheng Sect pulpit from a distance, he happily took Yan Ke to jump to the tallest building closest to the pulpit, and looked towards the pulpit full of expectations.

"Isn't it good to see it on the ground?" Yan Ke couldn't help but asked.

"You can't see it from the ground, but you can see it more clearly from here." Zhao Xuehan smiled, and looked up, "Wen Tiandong, the senior brother of the Yuancheng School, is very good-looking, and the angle here is the most suitable. To see a real beauty, you need this kind of distance." Looking from a distance, you can have a panoramic view of the demeanor of every gesture."

Yan Ke pouted.Really wretched | trivial.he thinks.

Zhao Xuehan stared at the Yuancheng Sect pulpit for a long time, and couldn't help frowning. "Why are all idiots dancing swords?" He complained, "Is the senior brother missing? Or is he being hidden by that old man Zheng Fanghai, and no one is allowed to see him?"

Yan Ke looked towards the pulpit of the Yuan Cheng Sect, and saw a monk in white robe dancing with a sword in his hand, his posture was chic and easy.Judging by the instinct of a sword, he could feel that this monk was highly skilled, wielding his sword like the wind, and he was a rare master of sword repair.

"He's actually okay." Yan Ke said.

"I didn't come to see him." Zhao Xuehan smacked his lips and said, "It's too boring to just stare at this person..."

"Your Excellency is watching from the roof. You must not be able to see clearly. It is better to get closer." Lang Lang's voice suddenly came from behind.The voice was clear and soft, like a breeze blowing on the face, which made people feel happy.

"If you get closer, you can see every move of my junior brother clearly, so it won't be boring."

Zhao Xuehan was startled, and quickly turned his head, only to see a white-robed monk standing on the roof, looking at Zhao Xuehan with a smile.

Yan Ke turned around with Zhao Xuehan, and couldn't help but also froze.This monk has a beautiful appearance, firm skin, and a beautiful demeanor. He is indeed very good-looking.It is estimated that the big brother Zhao Xuehan said is correct.

Yan Ke looked at Zhao Xuehan in a blink of an eye, but found that his face was flushed suddenly at this moment, and his mouth, which was glib and unguarded, stuttered now.

"You...you..." Zhao Xuehan said "you" blankly for a long time, and finally uttered a stupid sentence, "Why aren't you down there?"

"I was in the crowd watching Junior Brother dancing swords, and I noticed some movement on the roof. I was afraid that someone would have evil intentions and hurt Junior Brother, so I went up to have a look." Wen Tiandong looked at Zhao Xuehan, turned his head slightly, and his eyes were as clear as water. There was a slight smile in his eyes, "Now it seems that I am worrying too much."

He waved his hand, pointing his slender fingers at the sword-wielding cultivator on the podium: "My junior brother's swordsmanship is superb, it would be a pity if you didn't take a closer look."

"...I...I" Zhao Xuehan "I" for a long time, finally took a breath, said: "...I...I want to see you dance sword."

After speaking, his face turned red again.

What a shame.Yan Ke couldn't help sighing inwardly.

Wen Tiandong laughed. "Okay." He said, "My swordsmanship is slightly worse than my junior, but it's not bad. Don't stay on the roof, Your Excellency, let's take a closer look."

After finishing speaking, he jumped off the roof, walked to the pulpit, and whispered a few words to the sword-wielding monk on the pulpit.The monk stopped and handed the sword to Wen Tiandong.Wen Tiandong took the sword and waved towards the roof, as if signaling Zhao Xuehan to come down.

Zhao Xuehan's ears were still red, and he moved down from the roof without saying a word, squeezed into the crowd, and stared blankly at Wen Tiandong's every move on the podium.After the set of sword skills was over, Wen Tiandong stood with his hands behind his back and looked into the crowd, as if he was looking for Zhao Xuehan, but Zhao Xuehan seemed even more embarrassed, pushed Yan Ke and left secretly.

Zhao Xuehan walked around on the street as if he had lost his soul.Yan Ke followed him with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Where are you going?" He asked Zhao Xuehan, but Zhao Xuehan walked without saying a word.

"Aren't you going back to the Yuancheng Sect forum?" Yan Ke asked.A hint of malice suddenly appeared in his heart, and he couldn't help imitating Zhao Xuehan's tone just now: "You...you...didn't you want to see that person dance sword..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Xuehan suddenly turned around and kicked Yan Ke, who couldn't dodge in time, and was kicked on Zhao Xuehan's calf.Zhao Xuehan exerted so much force that Yan Ke only heard a crunch and a sharp pain, as if his sword was about to be broken by him.

"Don't mention this to anyone." Zhao Xuehan approached Yan Ke's face and threatened, "No one is allowed to say it!"

Yan Ke rubbed her legs and said nothing, but she was thinking in her heart.He seems to have mastered one of Zhao Xuehan's weaknesses, maybe he can use it when he has a chance in the future.

The two strolled on the street for a while, and returned to their residence after dusk fell.The pulpit had been removed, and there was a little candlelight shining through the windows in the courtyard. Zhao Xuehan opened the door, and saw Du Sumu sitting at the table, reading some letters. He smiled at his two adopted sons.

"Where did you go today?" He pulled Yan Ke to his side, and said softly, "Did you have fun?"

Yan Ke nodded. "I went to the forums of Qingxiao Sect and Yuancheng Sect." He said.

Du Sumu stroked Yan Ke's hair, looked up at Zhao Xuehan standing behind Yan Ke: "Where is Zhao Xuehan? Did he make trouble?"

"Zhao Xuehan, he..." Yan Ke was about to say something, but felt a chill on the back of his neck. He turned around and saw Zhao Xuehan staring at him, and a small, almost invisible hidden weapon was flying around his neck.

"He didn't do anything." Yan Ke said.

"Really?" Du Sumu couldn't believe it, and looked at Zhao Xuehan again.Zhao Xuehan showed him an innocent smile.Du Sumu shook his head.At this time, the door was knocked lightly again.

"Master," it was Xiao Fang's voice, "The other disciples have already used up the hot springs. You go to the bar."

Du Sumu replied "Understood" and smiled at the two of them. "Liang Duo has prepared a residence with a hot spring for us, so don't regret it." He said, "The hot spring is not far away, just behind this house, and you can come back and change at any time. The two of you will also go to the bar with me. "

Zhao Xuehan immediately agreed, but Yan Ke hesitated.

"Is the hot spring water deep?" he asked.

"It should reach my waist." Du Sumu made a gesture, and then looked at Yan Ke, "If you say it, it will almost reach the top of your head."

"I'm not going." Yan Ke said instantly.He is jade and cannot float on the water by buoyancy.He tried swimming in the spring of Linshu Mountain, even if his hands and feet paddled in the water, it was useless, he sank to the bottom quickly after a couple of thumps, and it was Du Sumu who fished him up.

"Let's go together." Seeing Yan Ke's refusal, Zhao Xuehan immediately smirked.Before Yan Ke could react, he opened the back door of the room, carried Yan Ke to the side of the pool, and threw him into the pool.

Yan Ke was like a stone, without even giving a chance to struggle, it sank to the bottom with a single sound.Steaming water poured into his ears and nose, and he vaguely heard Du Sumu angrily call out "Zhao Xuehan", and felt another heavy object fall into the water, pushing away the liquid surrounding him.

The body was lifted out of the water, and finally came into contact with the air again. Yan Ke couldn't help coughing, and sprayed a gust of hot water from his nose.

Zhao Xuehan was on the shore, seeing Yan Ke's distressed appearance, pointing at him and laughing loudly.Yan Ke suddenly felt angry, he ignored Du Sumu who was still holding himself in the water, it seemed like a gust of wind rushed out of his arms, and quickly flew to Zhao Xuehan's side, before Zhao Xuehan could close his grinning mouth, He bumped his head into his waist suddenly, knocking Zhao Xuehan into the water.

"It's enough for the two of you!" Du Sumu said helplessly after being splashed by the water splashed by Zhao Xuehan.He knocked the back of his head to the bottom of the pool and pulled up Zhao Xuehan who had been lying in the pool for a long time.

Both of them were still wearing clothes and were soaked in water.Zhao Xuehan coughed twice, rubbed his head, rubbed his waist again, and glared at Yan Ke.

"Brat, why is your head so hard." He said, reaching out to pick up a handful of water and splashing it on Yan Ke.

"Stop making trouble." Du Sumu stopped, "You and Yan Ke, quickly take off your clothes and come down." After that, he took off his soaked clothes in the pool water and put them in the pool side.

After hearing this, Zhao Xuehan quickly took off her clothes and threw them away. "You come down too." He waved to Yan Ke with a playful smile.

Yan Ke's face darkened. "I don't soak." He said, "I'll get you cloth towels and new clothes." After that, he was about to go into the house.

"Yan Ke." Du Sumu stood up and took Yan Ke's hand, "It's rare to have a hot spring, so don't be a pity, you also come down for a while."

He opened his arms and pointed to his chest: "I'll hold you, and I won't let you drown."

Yan Ke turned around, but saw Du Sumu standing naked in the hot spring.The steaming heat condensed into small drops of water on his white and slightly pink body, gathered into a few drops, and flowed down his thin and straight collarbone, slightly shifting the direction between the two bright red spots, Draw the water marks, and finally fall into the pool along the beautiful muscle lines, splashing small ripples in circles.

Yan Ke's heart suddenly beat wildly.He felt his throat go dry for a while, and he wanted to answer Du Sumu's words, but he couldn't say a word.

Zhao Xuehan also stood up from the water, seeing Yan Ke's expression, he immediately showed a look of understanding.He giggled, stretched out his arms, and put his arms around Du Sumu's shoulders, and pressed his skin with water droplets to Du Sumu's bare back.

"Leave him alone," Zhao Xuehan looked at Yan Ke, and said to Du Sumu with a smile, "Let's just have a bath together as a father and son."

Fury suddenly surged in Yan Ke's heart.Regardless of Du Sumu's still watching, he swung his arms, and the furious wind rolled up sand and stones and smashed towards Zhao Xuehan's head.Zhao Xuehan was taken aback, and quickly resisted, but was pushed by the wind and fell back into the pool.

"Yan Ke!" Du Sumu exclaimed in surprise, Yan Ke turned his head and left without paying any attention.He walked into the house quickly, lay on the bed, wrapped his head tightly with the quilt, his mind was in a mess, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, Yan Ke felt a warm and soft hand caressing her back gently.He raised his head from the quilt, and saw Du Sumu looking at him worriedly.

Yan Ke's throat clenched, and an inexplicable sense of shame welled up spontaneously. He wanted to get back under the quilt, but Du Sumu held his shoulders.

"What's wrong with you?" Du Sumu asked softly.

Yan Ke didn't speak.Du Sumu sighed softly, and hugged Yan Ke in his arms.Yan Ke buried his head in Du Sumu's chest, and could hear his clear heartbeat.

"Zhao Xuehan shouldn't have pushed you into the water. But he only wanted to tease you, and he didn't have any evil intentions." Du Sumu said softly, "Don't hate him because of it."

Yan Ke shook his head.He seemed to be able to smell the faint sulfur smell of Dusumu's hot spring water in his nose, which mixed with the usual herbal fragrance to form a subtle smell, which made Yan Ke's mind even more dizzy.

not like this.he thinks.I didn't want to hit him for that reason.

But what is the specific reason, Yan Ke is also at a loss.

Seeing that Yan Ke was silent, Du Sumu gently combed his hair.

"I asked Zhao Xuehan to apologize to you tomorrow." He said, "Don't be angry."

"I'm not angry." Yan Ke whispered.In Du Sumu's arms, his mood became much more stable, and the rage just now disappeared.

"Really?" Du Sumu asked.

"Really." Yan Ke replied.

"If you're not angry, come and kiss me." Du Sumu raised Yan Ke's eyes and said with a smile, "Kiss me, let's rest."

Yan Ke nodded, raised her head, and kissed Du Sumu's cheek.Then he was hugged by Du Sumu and lay down on the bed.

At least Du Sumu won't let Zhao Xuehan kiss him now, nor will he sleep with Zhao Xuehan.In the darkness, listening to the steady breathing of the people around her, Yan Ke thought, feeling a little comforted in her heart.However, thinking of Zhao Xuehan hugging Du Sumu with his wet arms just now, Yan Ke became unhappy again.

Amidst the complicated emotions that he didn't understand, he gradually became exhausted, unknowingly turned into the body of a sword, and fell asleep in Du Sumu's arms.