Brilliant thorn

In the cave before, Fu Shaoyu had seen his body covered in scars.

It's just that now Xiao Jue is standing by the window dressed in bright sunshine, his cold white skin looks like translucent jade, which makes those ferocious welts on his chest even more shocking.

Fu Shaoyu sat in the shadows, his lacquered pupils contained an unknown danger.

"Why don't you answer?"

The corner of Xiao Jue's mouth curled into a sarcasm.

"Could it be that my scars are so disgusting that Daxia Fu can't pretend to say 'beautiful' against his will?"

Fu Shaoyu's eyes darkened, and he threw the new clothes in the tray on him.

"Wear well and don't get sick again."

Xiao Jue touched the soft fabric of the new clothes, and was suddenly discouraged.

He is not a person who likes to show off his quick tongue, but ever since he met Fu Shaoyu, he has always been unable to control himself.Often before the brain has thought deeply, those barbed words have already blurted out, and the other party must change his face for him to be satisfied.

Just like this moment.

Not interesting.

He turned his back and put on his clothes.

There were footsteps behind him, and he wanted to turn around, but he heard a man's deep voice: "Don't move."

A hand brushed the back of his neck, his fingertips scratched the skin, and there was a shiver. Fu Shaoyu held his long hair in his hands and took it out of his clothes. He heard Fu Shaoyu ask, "Does it hurt?"

Xiao Jue was startled for a moment, not knowing whether he was asking about his hair or those whip wounds.

Fu Shaoyu went around in front of him, fastened his clothes and fastened his belt, his movements were natural and intimate, without any apparent cramping.

Before waiting for an answer, Fu Shaoyu raised his eyelids to look at him, and asked, "Does your injury hurt?"

Xiao Jue's throat tightened, and he couldn't say the phrase "it has nothing to do with you".

For so many years, no one asked him this question.

Nobody cares if a cold-blooded killing machine hurts.

"You were eloquent just now, why are you dumb now? What are you doing looking at me like that?"

Fu Shaoyu raised a hand and stretched it towards his face, Xiao Jue's eyes shifted lightly, when the man's fingertips were only a few feet away from him, he turned his head to hide, but the back of his neck was grabbed.

"do not move."

Gently hooking his warm fingertips, Xiao Jue blinked, his field of vision widened, and his left eye, which was not quite used to the sun, squinted for a moment before fully opening it.

That seductive faint blue reflected the handsome silhouette of the man.

Xiao Jue lowered his eyelashes and said in a muffled voice, "What are you doing? Give me the cloth strip."

Fu Shaoyu pinched his chin, forcing him to raise his head, a strand of hair was attached to Xiao Jue's eyes, Fu Shaoyu blew lightly, and the hair was blown away from the trembling eyelashes.

Then, Xiao Jue saw a black blindfold in the man's hand at some point.

"I'll pay you."

Fu Shaoyu helped him put on the blindfold and straightened it upright, took two steps back and leaned against the window, sizing him up: "Well, it's better not to wear it."

"Slick tongue is the most annoying." Xiao Jue snorted lightly, but his tone was softer than ever.

Fu Shaoyu smiled, leaned back and looked out the window, then stood up straight and said to Xiao Jue: "Then I won't bother you, take a good rest."

He came out through the window, jumped up to the opposite roof, and then disappeared from Xiao Jue's sight.

Xiao Jue touched the eye mask You wore on his left eye, closed the window, and went back to sleep.

Perhaps it was because of a high fever and exhaustion from running and acting all night, that she fell asleep until the willow branches were on the moon.

Although the window was closed, it couldn't block the bright moonlight in the sky. Xiao despaired at the window and stared blankly for a moment, then got up and sat cross-legged in meditation. He had just run for a small week when there was a knock on the door.

"Young Master Xiao? Are you there?"

It was Yan Feishuang's voice.

Xiao Jue didn't want to pay attention to it, but heard her whisper outside the door: "It seems that he is not there either, did he go out with Big Brother Fu?"

Shi Yi said: "Then let's go out and look for it, we will meet at the entrance of the inn in half an hour, you..."

Before he finished speaking, the door creaked open.

"I'm not here." Xiao Jue saw the sorrowful clouds on the brows of the two, and said in a cold voice, "He's not a three-year-old child, are you still afraid that he might get lost?"

"Linquan Town is not too far from Buzhi Peak. I'm worried that Big Brother Fu will meet someone who steps on the Immortal Pavilion."

As soon as Shi Yi said this, Yan Feishuang became even more impatient.

"Let's go out and look for it. Anyway, there is only one street in this town. Let's look for it separately, and we can search it all within a stick of incense."

"Ah."

The two talked and walked downstairs, Xiao Jue thought, since he wanted to play, he had to do it with sincerity, so he reluctantly brought Frost to find someone together.

The long street runs through the north and south ends of the town. The three of them divided into two groups and walked the long street back and forth twice. They did not forget to ask passers-by, but there was still no news.Just when Shi Yi's brother and sister were discussing whether to go out of town to look for him, Fu Shaoyu came back.

Clothed in moonlight, he came from the shadows, looking at him from a distance, he had an aura of solitude and prey.

But when he got closer and saw his face clearly, it made people feel that he had extraordinary bearing and outstanding demeanor, and he was worthy of being a famous chivalrous gentleman.

They are obviously two contradictory temperaments, but in the light and shadow, they blend together very harmoniously.

"Brother Fu!" Yan Feishuang ran over eagerly, "Where have you been? I'm so anxious."

"Why are you standing here? Looking at the moon?" Fu Shaoyu asked with a smile.

Yan Feishuang explained: "We couldn't find you just now, and we were especially worried that you met someone who stepped on the fairy pavilion."

"Ah, I'm sorry," Fu Shaoyu stepped up the steps, and naturally brushed the girl's hand away, "I just couldn't sleep in the afternoon, so I went out to relax."

"It's fine," Shi Yi's brows finally relaxed, "Brother Fu hasn't eaten dinner yet, right? I'll go and order the inn to prepare some meals, let's use them together."

"Okay." Fu Shaoyu nodded, and when Shi Yi's brother and sister turned around and entered the inn one after another, he looked at Xiao Jue who had been silent all this time, and asked, "Why do you look at me like this?"

"You smell like blood." Xiao Jue said straight to the point.

The smell of blood was very faint, and it was blown away by the cool night wind.

It's normal for those two people not to be able to smell it, but Xiao Jue has been living the life of licking blood with the tip of a knife all year round, so he is extremely sensitive to this smell, as soon as Fu Shaoyu stepped up the steps, he could feel it.

Fu Shaoyu raised his sleeve and sniffed it, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you a puppy?"

Xiao Jue showed displeasure, and was about to sarcastically, Fu Shaoyu suddenly leaned over, covered his lips with his hand, and whispered solemnly to him: "To tell you the truth, I just whipped the corpse."

Xiao Jue was startled, and when he looked sideways at him, he saw Fu Shaoyu's lips curled up slightly and said to him: "I'm not kidding you. In fact, I met two disciples who were stepping on the fairy pavilion. I was afraid that I would expose your whereabouts, so I took the They lured it to the woods outside the town and disposed of it."

These two sentences seem to be true and false, which is unpredictable.

Fu Shaoyu didn't explain any more, he stretched his long arms around his shoulders and led him to the inn: "I'll go change my clothes first, so as not to spoil the good mood of having dinner with you."

The four of them enjoyed the moon in the private room on the second floor, Shi Yi said regretfully: "The moonlight is elegant, and there are old friends and new acquaintances by my side. It's a pity that there is no good wine to cheer up the fun, and I let down such a good night."

"When we get to Shangye, isn't my cousin afraid that there won't be any good wine?" Yan Feishuang smiled, "We're leaving tomorrow, and if all goes well, we'll be at my house in three days. Ask the moon about the wine. Brother Fu and Mr. Xiao, you must try the sweet-scented osmanthus wine brewed by my father, I am sure you will like it."

Fu Shaoyu said politely: "Uncle Yan is worthy of being a gentleman."

Xiao Jue, who was looking out the window with his head propped up, suddenly laughed, causing the three of them to look at him.

Xiao Jue didn't seem to notice, playing with the teacup with his slender fingers, the smile on his face was covered with a light mist by the moonlight.

Even though everyone sat at the same table very close, he gave people a sense of alienation and loneliness that was unreachable, as if when the wind blew, he would go away against the wind.

"Qin guest is weeping phoenix flute upstairs. The fragrance of the palace clothes is broken, but you can't see the slender waist." Xiao Jue's eyes fluttered, and he glanced at Yan Feishuang opposite him, bending his eyes, "My father's 'Moon weeping phoenix flute' is well-known, I'm here Looking forward to seeing his craft."

Yan Feishuang was so fascinated by the moonlight reflected in his eyes, she blushed and nodded.

Fu Shaoyu pinched Xiao Jue's thigh under the table, then got up and held his shoulder and said: "Okay, everyone go back to rest early, and leave at Chen tomorrow."

Shi Yi's brother and sister repeatedly agreed, and when there were only the two of them left in the private room, Xiao Jue slapped his arm away, got up and wanted to leave, but Fu Shaoyu got stuck between the desk and chair.

"What are you going to do again?" Xiao Jue asked.

"I should be asking you this, why are you trying to get into Yan's house?"

Fu Shaoyu squeezed people against the wall, Xiao Jue leaned his waist against the window sill, and the night wind rushed in from behind, blowing his soft hair towards the keen man in front of him.

"This has nothing to do with you."

A trace of impatience appeared in Xiao Jue's brows and eyes, and the little affection he had for men during the day was disappearing.

Fu Shaoyu said in a low voice: "I don't have to ask, but you are not allowed to have any thoughts on Yan Feishuang."

Xiao Jue smiled suddenly: "All heroes are saddened by beautiful women, and Daxia Fu is no exception." He changed the subject abruptly, showing harshness, "It's just that you have too shallow eyelids. It can also make you anxious like this."

Before Fu Shaoyu could speak, he slashed diagonally with his palm. The strong offensive forced the man to step back and get out of the way.

He raised his feet to walk towards the door of the elegant room, but Fu Shaoyu jumped up and fought him with bare hands.

"The last time I played in Pingchuan Mansion was not enjoyable, let's do it again."

"ill."

Xiao Jue was going to draw his sword, but Fu Shaoyu refused to let him go, and he said unforgivingly: "I have treated you so well these days, but you don't appreciate it, you are full of stabs, you are so heartless Yes, teach me how to be sad."

sad?

Looking at the reckless expression on his handsome face, I really can't see the slightest trace of sadness.

Xiao Jue snorted coldly, no longer tried to use his sword in vain, and kept attacking the opponent with dense fists, his fingertips brushed against the man's face several times, and Fu Shaoyu almost lost his appearance.

"Tsk, it's just a counter move, don't go too far."

"You asked for it!"

Another sharp wave of palm hit the man's face. When Fu Shaoyu leaned back to avoid it, he saw something flying out of Xiao Jue's cuff, past his eyelids.

There was a muffled sound when something fell on the floor, and the two stopped their nonsense.

Fu Shaoyu picked up the things, but Xiao Jue snatched them away.

He squinted his eyes: "Where did the jade ring come from?"

"You're asking a weird question." Xiao Jue squinted at him, "Can't it be mine?"

"When you were in the cave, you took off all your clothes and nestled in my arms, but I didn't see any jade ring on your body." Fu Shaoyu said with a smile.

Xiao Jue was taken aback for a moment, and when he realized that he was about to pull out the man's tongue, Fu Shaoyu had already turned around and left the private room.

He was left standing where he was, with the tips of his ears burning hot.

When Fu Shaoyu returned to his room, the window was open a small crack, gently shaking with the wind.

He walked over, and Jue Ying, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, lay on the roof tiles outside the window.

"Young Master, this subordinate is not doing well, please punish him."

Jueying knelt outside the window, and didn't wait for the next sentence for a long time.

While he was wondering, he heard Fu Shaoyu ask: "It's been a few years since you left, but you still haven't forgotten him, have you?"

Jueying was shocked all over, and buried her head lower: "This subordinate deserves to die."

A chuckle came from above his head: "Since you can't let it go, then pick it up again."

Jueying pursed her lips into a straight line, her expression getting darker.

"Get punished."

Fu Shaoyu dropped three words, closed the window, and said no more.

Outside the window, the black shadow froze on the roof tiles took a long time to get up and leave, disappearing into the night.