Brilliant thorn

The thighs that were tightly hugged were itchy to death, and the numbness was like thousands of insects and ants along the meridian, all the way up, spread across the chest, and paralyzed Fu Shaoyu's throat.

He couldn't say no to it.

"...you get up first."

The little mute refused to let go, opened his big eyes full of expectation, and rubbed his cheek against the life-saving thigh.

Fu Shaoyu's face turned red.

He hastily agreed, grabbed the little mute by the back of the neck and lifted him up, rather embarrassedly looking at the rain outside the umbrella.

"Then make a three-chapter agreement first," he said in an unnatural voice, "First, don't let anyone know that I am teaching you; second, I will decide the time and place for sword practice, and you must sleep when it is time to sleep; third... "

The little mute nodded repeatedly, obediently waiting for the next sentence.

Fu Shaoyu glanced at him, then quickly looked away, and said fiercely: "Third, don't hug my thigh casually."

Out of the corner of his eyes, the little mute seemed to raise the corner of his mouth, and when he looked over, the smile quickly disappeared as if it were just an illusion.

"It's raining too much, you go back with me first."

Fu Shaoyu stuffed the umbrella into the young man's hand, turned around and walked back first, the little mute was afraid of getting wet with the little master who had just worshiped, so he quickly followed and held the umbrella for him.

The mountain road was bumpy, and the two walked side by side, their bodies occasionally brushing against each other.

The wrist holding the umbrella is thin and white, thin and reveals the unique sense of strength of young people, because it has to be held high and shakes slightly.

Shaking Fu Shaoyu's mind.

"Well," he asked for words, "how old are you? Cui Yushu won't give you food? Why are you so thin?"

The little mute replied in a low voice: "It's almost fifteen."

Fu Shaoyu let out an "ah", it turned out that he was only two years younger than himself.

"Why did you come to a place like Taxian Pavilion?"

After waiting for a while for a response, Fu Shaoyu turned his head to see that the little mute bit his lip with his head down, and stopped talking.

Fu Shaoyu self-censored his slip of the tongue, and was at a loss for words for a while.

There are so many topics to talk about, why did you choose one to poke people's wounds?If it weren't for being desperate, who would be willing to sink to this point and become a murder tool with an uncertain future.

"I killed my mother." The little mute said something abruptly. Fu Shaoyu thought he heard it wrong, so he heard him continue, "I buried her in a mass grave and was brought here."

At the end of the conversation, the little mute's head had dropped to his chest.

Fu Shaoyu hesitated to speak several times, stretched out his hand and rubbed the rough head, then grabbed the thin wrist again, and said: "You are so thin, no wonder you can't hold the sword steadily. Eat more later, Don't sneak out again at night."

Fourteen or fifteen years old is still growing up, staying up late every day, how can I bear it?

The hand wrapped by him exerted a little force, and the wrist bone protruded, causing a slight pain in the palm.

Fu Shaoyu said: "For those who practice martial arts, hard work is important, but they also pay attention to the combination of work and rest, you know? You are as thin as a bean sprout now, no matter how difficult it is to recuperate and rest, you will probably be like this in the future."

He tightened his palms and pinched the little dumb so painfully that he raised his head.

"Slim and small, just like a girl's house." Fu Shaoyu laughed teasingly.

The little mute immediately turned his head to look aside, trying to shake off that warm and strong hand, but Fu Shaoyu refused to let go.The two of them maintained such an awkward and delicate posture, and returned to their residence under the same umbrella.

That night, the little mute lay on the bed and held his wrist up for a long time before falling asleep with his eyes closed.

When eating the next day, he ate three big bowls of rice in a muffled voice. Tang Yun swallowed silently, and pushed the bamboo tube that held the rice towards him.

A child with a long body has a terrible appetite.

"You need to go out quickly with this stab, so that the opponent is caught off guard, otherwise you will give the enemy a chance to sneak attack." Fu Shaoyu threw his saber to the little mute. He broke a branch as a demonstration. Appearance, very pleased.

He walked around to the person and corrected him with his hands: "Sink your elbows down a little bit more, and use your wrists flexibly when swinging the sword."

The little mute nodded, and practiced the sword technique again according to Fu Shaoyu's teaching.

At that time, the hundred-day red in the mountains was in full bloom, and the rustling sword edge swept across. The figure of the young man dancing the sword, along with the falling flowers, fell into Fu Shaoyu's eyes, with the faint fragrance of July.

For a moment, Fu Shaoyu really wanted to bring him back to Saibei.

But it was just a fleeting thought.

"You did a good job of tricking swallows into the forest." Fu Shaoyu threw away the branch, walked up to the little mute, and asked, "Do you know what is the fly in the ointment?"

The little mute withdrew his sword move and shook his head.

Fu Shaoyu said: "Your internal strength is almost zero, and you can't perform lightness kung fu, which greatly reduces the power of this move."

The long eyelashes drooped down, hiding the disappointment in the eyes.

Fu Shaoyu hurriedly comforted him again: "This is also normal, you just practiced martial arts, and I have practiced for a long time before I can improve my energy."

These words did not have much comforting effect, the little mute still stared at his toes without speaking.

Fu Shaoyu thought for a while, then suddenly leaned over and asked, "Do you want to know what it's like to fly with lightness kung fu?"

The little mute suddenly raised his eyelids, Fu Shaoyu was caught off guard, and fell into the deep blue ocean again, breathing became cautious.

The little mute bit his lip, and asked very carefully: "Is it okay?"

"...Yes." Fu Shaoyu straightened up, his eyes flicked uncontrollably, "of course."

He sneaked a sneak peek at those strange-colored pupils bending a beautiful arc, and quickly retracted his gaze, wrapped his long arms around, pulled the thin man into his arms, said rather coldly, "Hold me tight", and jumped up to lift the man. Furious, lead people to jump up the treetops.

"what……"

The wind passed by the cheeks, passed through the hair, hula la ran back far away.

The sudden weightlessness made the little mute exclaim in surprise, but it was like the chirping of cicadas and insects in the summer forest, gently hitting Fu Shaoyu's eardrum with the fragrance of flowers in the wind.

A 17-year-old, no matter how much he pretends to be mature and calm, he can't suppress all the throbbing perfectly.

If the little mute looked up at this moment, he would definitely be able to see that the little master's ears were bright red in the sun.

But at the moment all his thoughts were blown by the wind, he hugged the man's thin and strong waist tightly, and begged him to "fly further away" with the corner of his mouth raised.

Fu Shaoyu's mind moved slightly, and he said in a low voice, "Then please beg me."

The little mute didn't hesitate for a moment, and said excitedly in his voice: "Please, fly farther and higher!"

Fu Shaoyu led him across the treetops, stepped through the bamboo forest, and flew higher and farther.

"what……!"

The exclamation turned into admiration, and then turned into an exclamation. Only two "plop" and "plop" were heard, and the two fell sharply, falling from the edge of a cliff into a mountain spring several feet below.

The little mute was choked on two mouthfuls of water, and when he floated up, he coughed desperately for a while, looked around, he was the only one on the water, he was flustered, and wanted to call out to find someone, but he didn't know the name of the other person.

He took a deep breath and dived back underwater to find someone, when his ankle was suddenly grabbed.

When he tried to look back, he was pulled out of the water.

Water splashed into his eyes, and when he rubbed his eyes to see if Fu Shaoyu was well, he heard Fu Shaoyu sternly said: "Don't open your eyes!"

The little mute was taken aback, although he was puzzled, he still obediently closed his eyes and did not move.

Fu Shaoyu breathed a sigh of relief, and plunged into the water to search again, but he still couldn't find the mask that had just been loosened and dropped.

The little mute asked a little uneasy: "What's wrong?"

Fu Shaoyu said truthfully: "The mask is gone."

The little mute instinctively wanted to open his eyes to see his real face, but as soon as his eyelids moved, a warm palm covered them.

He blinked, and his eyelashes brushed against his palm, tickling Fu Shaoyu.

Adam's apple rolled impatiently.

"do not move."

The little mute obediently didn't move, and after waiting for a while, seeing that he didn't intend to withdraw his hand, he asked softly, "Why don't you let me see?"

Fu Shaoyu didn't answer.

This is just a habit, out of almost instinctive guard.

He has a special identity, and his grandfather has told him thousands of times since he was a child, never to reveal any identity information in front of others.Even the outside world doesn't know his existence, only know that the old leader of the Chiyue Sect has cut off his incense, and there is no one to continue.

He can't get involved with Chiyue Sect, nor can he have any entanglements with Taxian Pavilion. In the past ten years, he has never even stepped out of the circle that his grandfather drew for him.

Fu Shaoyu understood that it was related to the blood feud of Ling's family, if there was a slight mistake, the hard work and painstaking efforts of more than ten years might be destroyed in one fell swoop.

Therefore, before going out into the rivers and lakes as the son of a rich man, he must not let any outsiders see his face.

The little dumb is no exception.

"It's nothing." Fu Shaoyu covered his face tightly and lied, "I'm too ugly, I will scare you."

The eyelashes under the palm trembled twice, fluttering like soft feathers.

"I'm not afraid," the little mute held his wrist with both hands, and gently pushed him away, "Really."

Drops of water slid down his hair, dripped on the back of Fu Shaoyu's hands, and then slid down to the tip of his nose and lips. Fu Shaoyu's eyes darkened, staring at those two thin lips, he said in a hoarse voice :"Can't."

The thin lips were pursed, and the water droplets quietly melted away, revealing a seductive luster under the sun.

Fu Shaoyu moved his eyes to the young man's smooth cheeks, and uncontrollably looked back at his lips again.He moved closer, and glanced back and forth a few times, but he couldn't hold it back after all.

Tilting his head and leaning over, he tentatively pecked those two lips, which were soft and a little cold.

The little mute was stunned, his lips that had just been touched opened slightly, as if he hadn't recovered from the surprise, or maybe he didn't understand what Fu Shaoyu did to him just now.

Fu Shaoyu kissed him again, the heat quickly spread from the sun-burned ears to his whole body, he tried his best to restrain his excitement, and carefully sucked the soft lower lip of the little mute.

A kiss that was lightly tasted, only the trembling and scorching breath revealed the young man's thoughts.

The palms covering the eyes were withdrawn suddenly, and then there was a splashing sound of water, the little mute opened his eyes, and the person who stole the kiss had already left him and ran away.