After the protagonist hates me because of love, I wear it back

The picture that appeared on the wall at this time was the young girl in Tsing Yi who brought the porridge he cooked today to Fu Mingxiu. She seemed very angry after seeing the dishes, but the fairy in white in front of her didn't care.

"They are really too much! How can you do such a perfunctory venerable!" He heard the maid say so.

But Fu Mingxiu brought the porridge in front of him and said, "Don't be angry, it has nothing to do with them."

Hearing this sentence, Xue Yao was taken aback.

Fu Mingxiu is... you know?

For a while, he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, he was a little embarrassed, as if he felt guilty that a mature adult had pierced through a lie that he thought he had carefully prepared, but he was also a little excited.

But this mood was quickly replaced by anger.

In the picture, the immortal in white stretched out his hand and gently touched the girl's head: "Don't be angry, what's so angry about it?"

Whether it's movements, voices, or even expressions, there is a taste of pampering.

Anyone can hear his love and intimacy with the girl.

Xue Yao clenched his fists tightly.

The next moment, Fu Mingxiu pushed the bowl of porridge in front of the girl and said, "This porridge is delicious, try it if you don't believe me."

Xue Yao pursed his lips, his blood-colored pupils became more and more attractive, and even the whites of his eyes were bloodshot.

Fu Mingxiu clearly knew that that bowl of porridge... was made by him.

Then why give it to others?

The girl hesitated and took a sip, her eyes lit up: "Well, it's delicious!"

She yelled and yelled the porridge in her mouth, and then swallowed it cherishingly.

Fu Mingxiu was amused by her appearance.

Speaking of craftsmanship, although those guys' techniques are all of the same type, there is no semicolon, but there seems to be a distinction between high and low.

Xue Yao, for example, belonged to the high-sequence group.

It is probably because of the long life and the long time of practicing and researching, or it may be because the ingredients in the fairy world are more high-end.

Thousands of years ago, when Liluo was still a pear tree in front of Venerable Qinglian, the Venerable ate her a pear and gave her a fortune.She was enlightened and had a "self" completely, so she especially liked to watch this fairy in white.

So she discovered that when she saw the Venerable, she always seemed to be able to see something eating in his hands, and the smell of food often wafted from the mansion...

Little Pear Tree: ...

She has never been able to understand why a person like the Venerable, who was born as a fairy and born with a clean body, always likes these mortal things and is obsessed with appetite.

After she took shape, she seldom ate anything, at most she ate some fairy flowers and fruits to increase her cultivation.

Only today did she realize that she had lived for thousands of years in vain, and these mortal fireworks are so delicious! !

The little fairy told Fu Mingxiu these thoughts blankly, which made Fu Mingxiu couldn't help laughing.

The white-clothed immortal smiled lightly, covering half of his face with his slender and fair hands, his red lips curled up, and his voice was clear and hoarse.

I was stunned by the little fairy, and also fascinated by it.

But Xue Yao wanted to shut the eyes of this ungrateful ant.

For so many days, he had never seen Fu Mingxiu's smile.

His past smiles seemed to exist only in his most extravagant dreams.

But now, he is not stingy with others.

"Okay, don't be in a daze." Fu Mingxiu stopped smiling, looked at the straight-eyed little fairy, and shook his hand in front of her eyes.

"Oh!" Liluo came back to her senses, only to realize that she had committed a nympho shamefully, and couldn't help covering her eyes with her hands: "It's all because the Venerable is so good-looking!"

Fu Mingxiu couldn't hold back, and bent the corner of his mouth again.

This naturally stupid girl!

"Okay, okay, don't play tricks." Fu Mingxiu picked up a small bowl on the table, scooped some porridge out and put it in front of him, leaving the remaining big bowl of porridge in front of Liluo, and said, "I Just eat a little, and help me eat the rest."

Li Luo looked at the big bowl of porridge in front of her, feeling a little puzzled and apprehensive: "How dare Li Luo..."

"I don't like to eat these things that don't even taste like meat." Fu Mingxiu said.

The porridge was indeed delicious, but Fu Mingxiu's mouth seemed to be spoiled by Ye Qin and Xue Yao. As an old foodie who loves meat and dislikes, he really has no appetite for plain porridge.

How did Li Luo know that this is the porridge made by Yao Guangzun himself? She seemed to have no appetite, looked down at the bowl of porridge in front of her, wrinkled her nose and smelled its fragrance, she really couldn't refuse such a deadly meal Temptation, stretched out a poisonous hand towards the white and tender porridge.

"Eat slowly, don't be the first fairy to be choked to death." Fu Mingxiu couldn't help teasing seeing the little girl's gobbling.

"Hey, we're only going to have a cup of coconut! Have a good time!" Li Luo said while holding the bowl while eating.

Such a warm and intimate atmosphere seems to be able to suffocate Xue Yao on the other side of the technique.

He closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to watch any more, but he couldn't help but waved his sleeves masochistically, and another picture appeared on the wall again.

It's Fu Mingxiu from other times.

When he woke up in the morning, the maid would come to take care of him to wash, and she seemed to be with Fu Mingxiu in that bedroom all day long.There are only the two of them in the huge bedroom.

Fu Mingxiu was inconvenient to move, so she always carried him to the desk, or went to the courtyard to bask in the sun.

When Fu Mingxiu even heard that the maid entered Yaoguang Palace for cultivation, he personally taught her, tailored a method for her, deduced it all night, and carefully answered any problems she encountered in cultivation.

Everything seemed to make Xue Yao cross the torrent of thousands of years, and saw himself at the age of seven standing on a wooden stake, and the rapids were under the stake, and his white-clothed master, who was known as the foundation-building period, was leaning on him. On a branch of a flourishing peach tree, I said to myself: "Yes, yes, that's it, the lower body should be more stable, and squat down a little more."

"Master, I can't squat anymore!" The young boy shouted towards the tree, wanting to cry but not crying.

"No, you have to believe in yourself." The monk in white said perfunctorily, and opened the small pot of peach blossom wine pinned to his waist.

He drank the peach blossom wine in one gulp, before he could swallow the wine, it slid down his graceful jaw and wet his chest, so the thin white summer shirt was firmly attached to his chest , faintly revealing fair skin, undulating and smooth texture.

After drinking, he shook the empty bottle, and threw it out without hesitation, throwing it straight like Xue Yao.

The seven-year-old boy felt cold, and subconsciously squatted down. The empty bottle barely touched the top of Xue Yao's head and fell into the water.

"Master!" The young boy called the white-clothed monk angrily and helplessly.

But the white-clothed monk propped up one leg and said lazily: "Look, can't you squat down?"

He was always like this, seemingly out of tune, but as the boy grew up, he also understood more and more the painstaking efforts that the friars in white had put in for him.

But now such a wholehearted teaching has been given to others by him...

Even softer.

He pointed out the maid's sword skills bit by bit. The maid was as stupid as a pig. He seemed a little helpless, but he couldn't say anything serious.

Instead, he turned to comfort the maid.

He said that the reason why the maid made slow progress in Taoism was because she lacked understanding and had too little experience in the world.

The maid who didn't know what to do said she didn't want to go to the mortal world.

Fu Mingxiu was not only not angry, but said to her, "You don't have to suffer that. People in the mortal world have their advantages, and spirits in the fairy world also have their advantages. You are born with a delicate heart, innocent and kind, and can communicate with all things. Why bother to do it?" A small pear tree rolling around in the world?"

The pampering overflowing from these words made Xue Yao go crazy with jealousy.

The scenes flashed quickly in the red eyes, and his expression was terrifyingly deep.

He gasped heavily, unable to look any longer, waved his sleeve again, and the picture on the wall returned to the present time point again.

At this time, an hour has passed since the picture he saw before.

His master and the maid had already finished the bowl of porridge. At this time, Fu Mingxiu was sitting in front of the desk, and the maid was sitting beside him. They seemed to be... embroidering purses?

"Little Lizi, you are not good at embroidery." Fu Mingxiu took Liluo's purse.

"My lord..." Li Luo looked at the stolen purse, but hesitated to speak.

"Let me sew for you, don't worry, I've practiced it, it's absolutely beautiful!" Fu Mingxiu said, then turned his head and asked, "Do you have a needle and thread?"

"Ah? There is a belt, but you don't need to..." Li Luo was a little at a loss.

"How can you take out a purse like yours and give it away?" Fu Mingxiu lifted up the purse and looked at it carefully.

"Okay, okay..." Liluo took out a needle and thread from her Qiankun bag.

"There are quite a lot of colors." Fu Mingxiu picked up the thread, "But it's still not thin enough."

As he spoke, he split the thread and made it a quarter of its original thickness.

Li Luo saw that the Venerable seemed to be quite professional, and felt a little relieved.

Then she watched Fu Mingxiu operate fiercely like a tiger, embroidering the original mandarin duck into a pheasant.

"Look, it looks good!" Fu Mingxiu proudly returned the purse to Li Luo.

Li Luo: "..."

"My lord!" She was a little annoyed.

"Huh? Isn't it good-looking?" Fu Mingxiu took the purse back and looked at it carefully.

How can I send it away...

Liluo has teary eyes.

Seeing her like this, Fu Mingxiu lost his mind in an instant: "Okay, okay, I was wrong!"

"What should we do now?" Li Luo sniffed.

Fu Mingxiu: "..."

"Shall I make a lantern for you to make amends?"

…………

The wall in front of Xue Yao was suddenly shattered by the palm of Xue Yao who was furious.

Amidst the dust, those red pupils were terrifyingly terrifying.

He couldn't bear to look at these anymore, turned around and walked to Fu Mingxiu's bedroom.

The author has something to say: I overturned otz, a few minutes late

Others set a fixed time, the code was coded yesterday and the update is sent today, and I, just to see that there are almost three hours left, start to fish for code words... I deserve it.

Will try again tomorrow :)