Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

Yan Ke clutched Zhao Xuehan's neck, somewhat uncomfortable.He raised his foot and kicked Yan Ke on the chest.But a bag of paper bags was drawn.The crumbs of the pea cake fell from the cracks in the oil paper and scattered all over the floor.

Zhao Xuehan was taken aback for a moment, and then burst out laughing.

"Look, I didn't lie to you about pea cakes," he said. "Let me go."

Yan Ke's movements did not change.

"Ever since he told me not to lie to you, I have never lied to you." Zhao Xuehan held Yan Ke's wrist and straightened his expression slightly.

"If it was really my fault, you and him would have been taken away by my cheap father." He said, "Is there still a chance for you to pinch me?"

Yan Ke remained silent, but the strength in his hands relaxed.Zhao Xuehan broke free and rubbed his neck.

"Your appearance is really scary." He said, "It's still cuter when you look like a child."

Yan Ke didn't pay attention to Zhao Xuehan's words, but asked directly: "Who is the false Holy Master?"

"Zhao Qingyang." Zhao Xuehan replied, "The current Demon Lord. My dear father."

"What is his relationship with Du Sumu?"

"What?" Zhao Xuehan sat back on the chair again, raised his eyelids to look at Yan Ke, and suddenly smiled.

"They have a son in common," he said. "What do you mean by relationship?"

Yan Ke frowned, feeling that this Zhao Xuehan was really difficult to communicate with, so she turned around and wanted to leave.Zhao Xuehan got up and patted Yan Ke on the shoulder.

"I know you don't like me," he said, "but you have to trust me. I won't do anything to hurt you or him."

After speaking, he blinked and raised the corners of his mouth.

"After all, if I do something wrong, I have to let you and him finish it for me."

Yan Ke didn't know, and didn't want to know whether Zhao Xuehan's words were true or not.He didn't respond, just pushed the door open and walked out.

After leaving Zhao Xuehan, Yan Ke walked around the outskirts of the city for a while, and finally returned to her residence in the middle of the night.

He thought Du Sumu had already fallen asleep, but he didn't expect that the door was still unlocked, he opened the door and saw Du Sumu sitting on the bed waiting for him.Seeing Yan Ke, he stood up voluntarily, took Yan Ke's hand, and pulled him in front of him.

Du Sumu's fingers were still warm and soft, and in Yan Ke's hands, they looked much slender than before.Yan Ke's eyelashes moved, then she calmed down and stared at Du Sumu.

Du Sumu raised his hand and gently stroked Yan Ke's hair.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"..." Yan Ke originally wanted to say it's okay, but a twist of energy made him insincere.

"What did you do wrong? Why apologize."

"I didn't consider that you had just turned into a human being, so I instinctively rejected the usual behavior." Du Sumu looked at him and said calmly, "It must have made you sad. It's my fault."

Yan Ke lowered his eyes.He saw a zelkova leaf in Du Sumu's hair, but Du Sumu himself didn't notice it.

There is a beech forest on the outskirts of the city.It must be because Du Sumu was worried just now, and kept following Yan Ke secretly, with leaves falling from his hair, but he never noticed it.

Yan Ke tied Du Sumu's hair, and gently picked off the fallen leaves.He suddenly realized that he was now much taller than Du Sumu.The body that was able to protect him once seemed a bit thin and delicate to him.

Yan Ke held Du Sumu's hand and slowly closed it.The warmth in his palm burned an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

"Can I still kiss you?" he asked.

Du Sumu looked at Yan Ke.The light in his eyes rippled faintly like water waves, but was instantly covered by the shadow of his eyelashes.

"Too intimate behavior between adults will cause misunderstandings." He said.

"What does it matter." Yan Ke said, "Just let them misunderstand."

Du Sumu shook his head, and smiled slightly at Yan Ke.

"It would be fine if only others misunderstood." He said softly.

"I don't understand." Yan Ke said.

Du Sumu looked at him, didn't explain, just nodded the sword rest beside him.

"Tomorrow morning we have to get up early and go back to the mountain," he said, "You should rest."

Yan Ke was silent for a long time, then stepped back to the sword stand, turned into a sword without a sound, and landed on the sword stand.He saw Du Sumu staring at him silently for a long time, raising his hand as if wanting to touch the blade of the sword, but in the end he didn't touch anything, so he put it down.

That night, Yan Ke had thousands of thoughts in his mind, but none of them came to the edge.When the Jingming sect stood up and went back to the mountain, when Du Sumu took him off the sword stand and put it on his waist, he never slept for a moment.

Several groups of people bid farewell and separated at the city gate.Zhao Xuehan got out from the crowd of the Jingming faction, ran to the end of the Qingxiao faction, and patted Fang Qiushui on the shoulder.

"I was on the forum before, I'm really sorry." He smiled, "I didn't mean to embarrass you. Your senior brothers are booing at the side, and it would be too embarrassing if you don't say a few big words."

As soon as Fang Qiushui turned around and saw Zhao Xuehan, he immediately bowed his head respectfully.What Zhao Xuehan said, I don't know how many words he listened to.

Zhao Xuehan frowned almost invisibly.

"Next time I have a chance, I will discuss with you again." He said lightly, and returned to the Jingming sect.

Fang Qiushui raised his head, Zhao Xuehan was no longer by his side.He looked towards the head of the Jingming sect, Zhao Xuehan was teasing Du Sumu with his hands behind his head and a relaxed look from his back.

Fang Qiushui's dark eyes became deeper and deeper, he turned around, followed Liang Duo, and set foot on the way back to the sect.

The people of the Holy Yuan Sect have long since disappeared.Although the White Dragon Sect lost a few more disciples, unexpectedly they did not trouble Du Sumu.They hid behind the crowd and hurried away.Even the leader with that loud voice was dumbfounded at the moment, like a defeated army fleeing in a panic.

Yan Ke looked at the back of the Bailong faction leaving.He always felt that he had seen its head somewhere, but he couldn't remember clearly.This is impossible for the Qingyu Sword with an excellent memory.For this reason, he always felt a little uneasy.

The journey home is very short.Back in Du Sumu's room, Yan Ke was always reluctant to transform into a human form.Du Sumu didn't know what to do, so he could only find some miscellaneous reasons and asked Yan Ke to help him with things, so that the atmosphere between the two was not so awkward.

Not long after returning to the school, Zheng Fanghai asked Du Sumu to help him make a door lock so that he could store some sundries in the head room.Du Sumu was good at spells, but his hands were clumsy, so he had to ask Yan Ke for help.

When Yan Ke was fiddling with brass outside the room, Du Sumu watched from the side, as if he wanted to strike up a conversation, but was very hesitant.When it was time to weld, he seemed to have finally found his chance.

"Need help?" he said, "I can just solder it in."

Yan Ke kept silent, turned slightly sideways, leaving Du Sumu's place.Du Sumu leaned over, waved his fingers, a few flashes of fire appeared in his fingertips, and walked away along the weld.

As the blue flame walked, a few sparks suddenly splashed out and landed on the copper sheet, melting it immediately.Seeing that sparks were about to fly to Du Sumu's hand, Yan Ke instinctively reached out and grabbed Du Sumu's hand.

Du Sumu's hands were hot, as if they could melt people.He was suddenly grabbed by Yan Ke, and his expression changed involuntarily. When he was about to withdraw his hand, he heard Yan Ke's deep voice "don't move".

At that moment, in the blink of an eye, the familiar scorching heat in Yan Ke's hand suddenly reminded him of the temperature when he devoured the fire jade in the cellar.

At that time, a tall man with a loud voice was melted by him who had just come out of the cellar.No bones remained.

"I have met the head of the White Dragon Sect." Yan Ke said.

Du Sumu seemed suspicious. "Of course you have seen it before." He said, "At the Winter Welcome Party..."

"No." Yan Ke shook his head.

"At that time in the cellar, he was burned to death by the fire jade on my body."

Du Sumu's hand fell out of Yan Ke's palm.He quickly stood up straight, frowning tightly.

"You stay here and don't move around. Go back to your room when it gets dark." He said, "I'll go back when I go."

Yan Ke wanted to ask him where he was going, but before he could make a sound, Du Sumu flew into the sky and disappeared into the sky.

Yan Ke lowered his head, depressed and puzzled by the memories he suddenly recalled.The long-dead head of the White Dragon Sect reappeared, which was very strange.He told Du Sumu that he thought he might have an explanation, but unexpectedly he left himself directly, not knowing what to do.

Yan Ke continued to make door locks by himself.As the sky darkened, a lamp was lighted at random.Until the lamp oil was exhausted, the production of the door lock was completed, only Du Sumu's charm was missing.Yet he still hasn't come back.

Yan Ke picked up the tools and finished products resentfully, and returned to the room. To his surprise, he saw lights in the room.Pushing open the door and entering, he found Du Sumu sitting in front of the desk reading. Hearing the sound, seeing that it was Yan Ke, he smiled at him.

"Why did you come back so late." He stood up, pulled Yan Ke to his side, and brushed his long hair that was a little messy due to a day's work, "It's almost dawn."

"Where did you go?" Yan Ke asked bluntly.

"It doesn't matter where you go." Du Sumu smiled, his amber eyes curled up.He leaned towards Yan Ke and tapped his chin lightly with his fingertips.

"It's you, Yan Ke, I have something to ask you."

Du Sumu's fingertips felt a little cold, Yan Ke looked at him. "What is it?" he said.

"What do you think of me?" Du Sumu smiled at Yan Ke, stood on tiptoe, and wrapped his arms around Yan Ke's shoulders.

"Do you like me?" he asked softly.

Yan Ke frowned.

"Let go," he said.

Du Sumu narrowed his eyes.

"You like me, don't you?" He frivolously brushed Yan Ke's cheek a few times with the back of his hand, raised his head, and the tip of his nose almost touched Yan Ke.

"I'm hugging you like this now, are you very nervous?" He raised the corner of his mouth, and hit Yan Ke's upper lip with a light snort.

"Do you want to kiss me?"

"I let you go." Yan Ke said coldly, "Can't you understand?"

Du Sumu burst out laughing suddenly.

"It's really strange." He hooked Yan Ke's neck with one hand, squeezed Yan Ke's cheek with the other, and looked up and down with his eyes, "I'm pretending to be so similar, how do you know that?"