farce a ups and downs

In the early morning of the next day, Shen Feiyu woke up from the embrace full of familiarity, looked up and met a pair of smiling eyes.

"It's not Yuzao."

The tone was so familiar that before Shen Feiyu's sober brain could react, he blurted out the greeting: "Good morning, Master."

Luo Wenchu ​​wrapped his arms around his waist, and asked lazily and casually, "How did you sleep last night?"

"Not yet..."

Shen Feiyu paused for a moment, sat up straight, and Luo Wenchu's hand slipped onto her thigh.

Also squeezed.

Shen Feiyu's expression was tense, and he shouted: "Master!"

Luo Wenchu ​​withdrew his hand: "You, what do you eat on weekdays, why don't you have any flesh on your body?"

Seeing that he didn't notice the changes in her body, Shen Feiyu knelt down and said without raising her head, "White rice."

"What about the meat?"

Shen Feiyu drooped her head, and gave him an aggrieved look: "The money for the meat has been sent to Master to buy wine."

Luo Wenchu: "..."

It wasn't until today that he discovered that under this little apprentice's kind and deceitful appearance, there was actually a heart that couldn't be skinned.

It's kind of similar to him.

When Luo Wenchu ​​was thinking about it, he suddenly got into trouble and shook off the bed quilt.

"Good apprentice, look at the trick!"

Shen Feiyu was caught off guard, but he reacted quickly. At the moment when the hands struck, he rolled on his waist, rolled under the open arms of the opponent to the bedside, and ran with his shoes on the ground.

When I ran to the door, I suddenly felt something was wrong.

There was no sound from behind.

Looking back, Luo Wenchu ​​was standing by the bed, arms folded, looking at him leisurely, those naturally romantic and affectionate eyes were full of clear light, reflecting Shen Feiyu's distressed figure.Seeing Shen Feiyu turning her head, a lazy and casual smile appeared on her lips: "Run, why don't you run away?"

Shen Feiyu touched his nose, thinking that if you don't come after me, how can I run away.

Facts have proved many times that once the mind wanders, accidents are easy to happen.

Last time it was the blade of the Devil's Cult attacking the heart, but this time, it was the menacing He Zhixiao.

In terms of the degree of danger, Shen Feiyu might choose the latter.

"You—" He Zhixiao stared coldly at Shen Feiyu with lowered eyes, raised his hand and pointed at Luo Wenchu, who had an innocent face, "What's the relationship with him?"

Luo Wenchu ​​was putting on his shoes on his waist, and straightened up when he heard the words: "What does it matter, Bajie, you are thinking too dirty."

"I'm dirty?" He Zhixiao snorted coldly, and stepped into the door, "Last night in the cold spring, whoever is dirty knows the truth."

Facing Shen Feiyu's questioning gaze, Luo Wenchu's eyes rolled quickly, "That was an accident, Feiyu, don't listen to your uncle's nonsense, since he was a child, he hasn't choked on me for a day."

He Zhixiao rolled his eyes, and glanced sideways at Shen Feiyu: "Still leaving?"

Shen Feiyu hurriedly resigned, and when he left, he even heard He Zhixiao say to Luo Wenchu: "Look at your current appearance, it's really out of place... Even if you find someone who warms the bed, it's better than him."

Shen Feiyu didn't understand what Luo Wenchu ​​said, so he gritted his teeth, walked swiftly, and ran back to the disciple's house.

Lin Sanquan was taken aback by his desolate appearance with loose long hair, and hurriedly asked him what happened. Shen Feiyu bit her lip with a pale face and did not answer.

After lunch, the senior brother came to inform everyone that the head of the sect called all the disciples of the whole school to the Xuanhe Hall, and he wanted to announce something.

"Junior brother, your face is so ugly, is it because you are not feeling well?" In the Xuanhe hall, Lin Sanquan looked at Shen Feiyu with concern, "Why don't you go back first?"

Shen Feiyu shook his head: "No need,...the master is here."

Luo Wenchu ​​and He Zhixiao walked into the Xuanhe Hall one after the other.When He Zhixiao passed by, Shen Feiyu buried her head very low.

The two of them walked up the steps and sat down on the chairs. Luo Wenchu ​​sat in such a shapeless state that he almost turned his legs up, causing He Zhixiao who was beside him to lightly kick his chair. Only then did Chu straighten his back, and said in a clear voice: "Stop gossip, I'll just cut to the main text. You guys have been a beginner for at least two years, and you rarely go home during this period. Recently, there are a lot of disciples who asked me to say they want to go home. I think How about this, I will give you a group leave, so as not to bother me one by one... Ah no, so as not to waste everyone's time, how about it?"

Shen Feiyu's heart skipped a beat, the decision about Luo Wenchu's writing on the back of the wind and cloud list finally came.Because he was worried that the swordsman would attack the disciples in the group, he dismissed the disciples in advance.If something like Lu Jiming's wounding and absconding happened again, it would be impossible to be kind anyway.

He Zhixiao refused to comment on Luo Wenchu's remarks, apparently the two of them reached a consensus this morning.

The disciples exploded the pot.

"Master, what do you mean? Are you going to drive us away?"

"Master, I have been in the sect for six years. Although I am not ranked high in the sect, I still have feelings for the sect. Now I am only leaving two disciples, but you want to drive us all away. Like you, Who do you think we are? It's too disregarding our feelings."

Luo Wenchu ​​was not serious on weekdays, most of his disciples were not afraid of him, and challenged him one by one.

"I'm not afraid of everyone's jokes when I say it. I really thought about leaving when I first started, but I persisted for so long. If you want to drive us away, you have to give a reason."

Luo Wenchu ​​narrowed his eyes, and wondered: "Didn't you give me the reason, I told you to go home to visit your relatives. How long has it been since you went back to visit your parents?"

"I just went back last month!" Immediately a disciple said.

Luo Wenchu: "It's been a long time, it's time to go back."

That disciple: "..."

It’s still He Zhixiao who couldn’t stand it anymore, and came out to smooth things over, “Nian, many disciples have a long way to go home. This time, we will give everyone a three-month vacation. After three months, those who haven’t come back don’t have to come back. In addition, we must Pai is going to participate in this year's Sword Asking Conference, if you have ideas, let me see your determination after you come back in three months."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the room was shocked, and many disciples turned red-eyed.

In the past six years, all the disciples have read the sword-questioning conference, but Luo Wenchu ​​refused the invitation to the conference twice, and they thought they would miss it this year. Who would have thought that happiness would come so suddenly.

A disciple next to Lin Sanquan took his hand and shook it vigorously: "Sanquan, why don't you smile, we can go to Liuzhou City and Shenzhuang now! Hahaha!"

Lin Sanquan pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying: "Haha, I'm quite... happy."

"Quiet!" He Zhixiao stopped and said, "Besides, the master will also participate in this sword-questioning meeting."

Immediately, a needle could be heard in the hall, and then, the shouts from the disciples almost lifted the roof of the Xuanhe Hall. Even Shen Feiyu raised his eyes and looked at the people on the steps in disbelief.

On the back of the wind and cloud bulletin he saw last night, there was no mention of this matter.

Is it the result of discussing with Uncle He this morning?

Anyway, has this "legend" finally decided to develop a follow-up?

After Luo Wenchu ​​announced that he could leave, all the disciples couldn't wait to rush back to the disciples to collect their things. This approval of leave has become a happy event for them.Go home and get together with your family, and you will be able to witness the demeanor of the master in a few months. Is there anything more beautiful in the world than this?

Only Shen Feiyu noticed that the two on the steps seemed to be arguing before leaving.

After all the disciples had left, Luo Wenchu ​​immediately asked, "Zhi Xiao, when did I say that I would participate in the sword-questioning meeting?"

He Zhixiao: "If you don't participate, I won't agree with your decision, it's as simple as that."

"I know you—"

"Do you know what this decision you made will bring to the sect?" He Zhixiao stared at him fiercely, "All the disciples will be repatriated? Even if everyone keeps their mouths shut, what do you let the people who see you down the mountain think?" Hall of Fame Lost to the unknown swordsman at the top of the list, dismissed the disciples to escape by themselves', I have already thought of the title of the first edition of Feihualou Jianghu for you!"

Luo Wenchu ​​was silent.

"Only by releasing the news while repatriating the disciples, responding to Master Shen's invitation, and spreading the word widely, can the impact on the sect be minimized." He Zhixiao pressed the handrail, eagerly looking for Luo Wenchu's eyes, "Senior brother, that swordsman will come at some point. You and I know who his target is. I know you don't want your disciple to be burdened. But since it's a burden to take one responsibility, what's the difference if you take two responsibilities?"

"Brother, you gave them too much hope. Ten years ago, you were like a legend, but ten years later, you can't be unknown."

Inside the disciple's house, Zuo Ermao was shaking his bundle, and beside him stood Lin Sanquan with a sad face.

Zuo Ermao came to Lin Sanquan's side: "Sanquan, what's the matter? Put on a face of bitterness and hatred, can't you leave?"

Lin Sanquan glanced at him, said nothing, picked up the burden and was about to leave.

At this time, someone gently grabbed the corner of the bundle, Lin Sanquan turned around, and Shen Feiyu was looking at him with a smile: "Brother, wait a minute."

Shen Feiyu was at his desk, writing and drawing. Zuo Ermao glanced curiously and saw a thick booklet full of familiar sword moves. He couldn't help asking: "Junior Brother, why are you copying the school's swordsmanship?"

Shen Feiyu didn't look up: "It's for Senior Brother Lin, take it home, so that you can practice swords on weekdays."

This is the sword technique left by the Ling Jue sect from the founder of the door. Luo Wenchu ​​didn't teach it, so they practiced according to the sword manual. Lin Sanquan's sword manual was accidentally lost a year ago. He was thinking about the moves in the sword manual Most of them remembered it, so they didn't copy it any more. When practicing swords every day, they held the wooden sword and made gestures with others, which happened to be lazy.

"Damn, that's how it is, then I'll leave first." Zuo Ermao thought it was something serious, but when he heard that it was just such an insignificant matter, he waved his hands, turned around gracefully, with the wind in his robe, and walked away to score Chic outside.

Lin Sanquan looked at his back, his eyes flushed slightly.

In the disciple's house, only Lin Sanquan and Shen Feiyu were left.

Shen Feiyu put down the pen, dried the ink stains, closed the book, and handed it to Lin Sanquan. On the surface were four correct characters written in block letters.Lin Sanquan took it tremblingly, and opened his mouth to read: "Ling Jue Sword Art."

Holding this sword manual that still smelled of ink, Lin Sanquan didn't know what expression to make, so he could only choke up and thank him over and over again: "Thank you, thank you little brother."

Shen Feiyu's eyebrows softened: "Senior brother, I don't know about others, but I know that you will never come back after you leave. Be careful, junior brother, I have the right to say goodbye."

Lin Sanquan stepped forward, hugged Shen Feiyu fiercely, clenched his fists and hit his back twice: "You kid..."

Shen Feiyu coughed twice, "Senior Brother, let Junior Brother give you a ride."

The two brothers and sisters walked to the foot of the mountain, and there were many people carrying burdens like them, walking from the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, and parting at the bottom of the mountain.Lin Sanquan looked back at the barren Feiping Mountain with nostalgia. He spent his youth on this mountain, and his dream of being a hero has also been lost.

However, with the hand-painted sword manual in his arms, Lin Sanquan had a vague premonition.

The universe is undecided, how can it end lightly?

Lin Sanquan withdrew his gaze: "Little Junior Brother, what about you? You won't go back?"

Shen Feiyu opened his mouth.

He has nowhere to go but Feiping Mountain.

"how?"

Shen Feiyu shook his head and smiled and said, "I won't go back for the time being. Brother, are you leaving now?"

"There is always a banquet in the world, junior brother, let's send it here." Lin Sanquan clasped his fists, "There will be a time later."

"There will be a period later."

Sending Lin Sanquan away, Shen Feiyu was not in a hurry to go up the mountain.

Turning around along the foot of the mountain, the summer wind is hot, making people dizzy.After walking two laps, the sky was getting darker, and the people at the foot of the mountain lit candles, and the bright lights illuminated the long night.

Shen Feiyu didn't stay any longer, and chose another path that was not often taken up the mountain.

The night was gloomy, and he just wanted to walk this distance quietly alone, but the weather was not beautiful, and when he walked halfway up the mountain, a familiar voice full of fatigue and nostalgia came with the night wind.

On a secluded path, a person stood with a lamp on his back. Shen Feiyu had seen that figure countless times, and she would never admit it wrong.

"...Master?"

Luo Wenchu ​​looked back suddenly, his face was hidden in the night, making it difficult to see clearly, but at this moment Shen Feiyu caught the sadness emanating from him that was almost overwhelming.In front of him, there were two small bumps of earth, without tombstones or tributes, standing alone on Feiping Mountain.

When Luo Wen first saw that it was Shen Feiyu who came, he quickly collected his emotions and waved to Shen Feiyu: "Feiyu, come here."

Standing with the lamp on, at night, he is like a guide on the road to the underworld, mysterious and unpredictable, seducing people's souls and leading them into the boundless hell.

Shen Feiyu seemed to be haunted, and walked forward.

"The ones buried here are your ancestor and another uncle, come and kowtow to them." The voice seemed to be separated by a layer of fog, making it inaudible.

Shen Feiyu did so.

After kowtowing three times, Shen Feiyu got up and asked, "Why did you choose to bury the master and uncle here?"

This place is so remote, with no grass growing, it doesn't look like a place of rest.

Luo Wenchu ​​laughed, and his voice was low and hoarse, like a pot of fine wine: "Your master was the most unrestrained in his lifetime. He loved freedom so badly. If one day passes, let us dig a hole and bury it everywhere. , we as apprentices, how dare we not listen? But how dare we be so rash? However, the world is impermanent, and in the end, the old man got his wish."

Shen Feiyu didn't know what he was talking about, who was included in the "we" he said, or even whether Luo Wenchu ​​needed comfort at this time.

A person as powerful as Master, who was once the favored child of heaven, may need a little less comfort than ordinary people.

Thinking in this way, Shen Feiyu tentatively stretched out his hand, and gently held his index finger.

Luo Wenchu ​​wrapped Shen Feiyu's hand behind his back, "Wow, Xiao Feiyu, take this opportunity to eat tofu as a teacher."

Shen Feiyu's ears turned red, and she took out Luo Wenchu's words that night and calmly replied: "Master is harder than tofu, you can't eat it."

Luo Wenchu ​​was silent for a while: "Did you hear it that night?"

"A little conscious," Shen Feiyu said, "I also heard Master singing."

Luo Wenchu: "..."

After a while, it seemed that the mourning was over, Luo Wenchu ​​said: "Let's go, don't disturb the cleanliness of Master and his old man."

The two small hills behind them are like two loyal guards, guarding here as always for ten years.

Shen Feiyu asked him why he was buried here. In fact, there was no reason, and it was not the shitty love of freedom he said.

But just right.

——It just happened to die in that place.

Under the circumstances at that time, it was too late to spread the sorrow, let alone a proper burial, a hastily dug a hole and buried it on the spot to avoid the desolation of exposing the bones to the wild.They searched afterward, but they couldn't find a piece of scorched earth that was the master's resting place. He and He Zhixiao didn't want to disturb the dead, so they buried a broken sword of the master there. The teacher's daughter, their junior junior sister.

Qingming has passed, and today is not a sacrificial ceremony for the two of them, they came here only because they were deeply touched by He Zhixiao's words, and came here to be in a daze.

The old man has passed away, and the living should live tenaciously.

His purpose of letting his disciples go is very simple, but Zhi Xiao doesn't understand.

Or rather, do not want to understand.

Since that day, the two of them have already been exposed by the world, and they no longer have the final say on what they have done and what reputation they have gained.

"By the way, why didn't Feiyu go home?" Luo Wenchu ​​remembered this, "All the disciples in the sect have left, so you stayed to cook for me and your uncle? You care about us so much ?”

Shen Feiyu's expression darkened.

How could he not hear that Luo Wenchu ​​was driving him away.

Shen Feiyu pulled his hand away, and walked forward in a muffled voice.

Luo Wenchu ​​clenched his fist, a little unwilling to let that touch slip away.

"Feiyu, don't go so fast, wait for your teacher."

Shen Feiyu walked faster.

"Hey, you have a bad temper..." Luo Wenchu ​​caught up and rubbed Shen Feiyu's face, "Do you have to force me to do it? Huh? Can you go so fast?"

"Mmmm."

"Look what kind of bird language you speak, human language."

Shen Feiyu: "No, no, no!" Then you should take your hands away!

Just when the two masters and apprentices couldn't make up their minds, a figure stepped on the moon.

A cold light flashed in Shen Feiyu's peripheral vision, and by the time he realized it, the blade had already approached the back of Luo Wenchu's neck.

This person didn't know how long he had been lurking, he waited for the right moment, only to be killed by one blow.Shen Feiyu immediately thought of the swordsman in the storyteller's mouth, his mind was racing, his body was stiff, and only his brain could function. He wanted to remind Luo Wenchu ​​aloud, but his cheeks were rounded and flattened, and he couldn't say a word at all.

In the next second, Shen Feiyu's eyes widened.

Hearing a thud, Luo Wenchu ​​didn't know when he picked up a stone and held it between his fingers, the stone bounced back from his neck, hit the blade of the sword, the tip of the sword was tilted by more than an inch, and the wind of the sword brushed past the two of them.

"Hold the lamp!" Luo Wenchu ​​stuffed the lamp into Shen Feiyu's hand, waved the person away, and blocked the swordsman's attack with only the fan in his sleeve.

Shen Feiyu felt his whole body was wrapped in a breeze, and he was at the periphery of the battle in the blink of an eye.

Soon, the sound of fighting rang out, occasionally mixed with one or two teasing words from Luo Wenchu.

"Luo is still thinking about when Your Excellency will come. There are thousands of choices, and the choice is really not the right time." Luo Wenchu's voice was low and there was a touch of hostility.

"Yaxing, who disturbed Sect Master Luo, I'm here to accompany you." All the swordsmen sneered, "I'll send him down to accompany you after Sect Master Luo is settled, and then have fun with your little apprentice on the way to Huangquan. Bar."

"Your Excellency's tone is not small, have you eaten garlic?"

swordsman:"……"

"Without a weapon, what do you think you can do." The swordsman was wearing a special mask, and his voice was strange, like a pot of boiling water, bubbling and bubbling. Can you beat me?"

Luo Wenchu ​​folded his fan and closed it lightly, raised his eyes, and said lazily: "Unfortunately, that's exactly what Luo thought."

The swordsman was furious: "Luo Wenchu, you are too crazy! Today, I will expose your ugly face. What a rare genius, the proud son of heaven, is now just a coward who dare not hold a sword!"

Luo Wenchu: "Thank you, choosing this place, doesn't it mean that I can't hold a sword even if I want to?"

"Stop talking nonsense and watch the sword!"

The swordsman's movement is like a swimming dragon, frightened by the moonlight, a little bit of cold light is fleeting, Luo Wenchu ​​holds the sword, lifts his leg and puts it on the swordsman's belly, the swordsman has expected it, his back bounces, and he flies backwards for a few seconds meters, distance yourself.

"Tsk, retreat now? I haven't even moved my muscles and bones."

"Arrogance!" The swordsman raised his sword in front of him, as if turning into a sharp arrow, he sprinted towards Luo Wenchu.

Luo Wenchu ​​noticed Shen Feiyu, who was looking here anxiously, raised the corner of his lips, and raised his voice, "Feiyu, take care, there are not many opportunities like this."

Shen Feiyu showed doubts.

"The opponent uses the poisonous dragon drill, we can use Luo Yizhi to resist—"

Shen Feiyu: "???"

Poison what Luo what?

The wind was too loud tonight, and he heard nothing.

But seeing that Luo Wenchu ​​on the other side was calm, he raised a finger and held it against the tip of the sword.

Shen Feiyu rubbed his eyes, suspecting that the surroundings were too dark to see clearly, but when he blinked again, Luo Wenchu's posture remained unchanged.

With one finger, just one finger, the swordsman's attack was blocked like a broken bamboo.

There was a loud bang, earth and rocks splashed around the two people who were facing each other, Taotao's internal energy was churning like a dragon, and centered on the two people, it spread out as a wave of energy, and they couldn't practice well, such as Shen Feiyu, whose eardrums were dizzy and his heart wrinkled. Shrinking, he couldn't even raise his breath when the inner masters competed with each other.

There was a roar in his ears, and Shen Feiyu suddenly thought that maybe the dismissal of the disciples was not because he was afraid of being accidentally injured by the swordsman, but because of Luo Wenchu's current appearance, which could not be seen by others at all.

In the big pit opened by internal force, Luo Wenchu's temples were flying, his robes were fluttering, the depths of his eyes were as black as an abyss, his face no longer had a carefree look, replaced by a coldness like sinking ice, and a wave of A terrifying aura.

The clouds came in, the moonlight was dim, and on the vast and barren Feiping Mountain, all the charms appeared, and the demons danced happily.

There is an invisible air, carrying a cold breath, inch by inch, frozen three feet.

The swordsman suddenly felt that the blade of the sword in his hand was as heavy as a thousand catties of iron, and it was difficult to even lift it. He hissed, but his heart was like a mirror: "So... so, haha, let me say, as a swordsman, ten years How could it be possible without a sword? It turns out that he practiced magic skills..."

For swordsmen, the blade in their hands is their other life. Those who abandon their lives like Luo Wenchu ​​are freaks. There are many speculations in the martial arts world, and swordsmen have heard a lot of news before coming. , and some reliable sources, but none of them said that Luo Wenchu ​​gave up the sword because he practiced magic skills.

"You're only half right." At this moment, Luo Wenchu's whole body was clamoring for blood and fighting, with arrogance in his eyes, he stared at the swordsman coldly, "I don't use a sword, but it's not because of practicing magic. achievement."

The swordsman confronted him with his sword, and suddenly laughed to himself: "Forget it, what I want to challenge is a person who bears a great reputation but misbehaves. Even if you kill you and expose the facts, you will be reviled by thousands of people, but for this rotten person For the so-so martial arts world, nothing can be changed at all.”

The dark clouds dispersed, and the moonlight spread on the corner of Luo Wenchu's white clothes. Although it was not spotless, it was still hard to look directly at.

After hearing the swordsman's words, Luo Wenchu ​​stroked his lips and smiled: "Your Excellency is leaving now? Luo has not yet fulfilled the friendship of the landlord."

Before he finished speaking, Luo Wenchu ​​turned into a spark of fire and rushed towards the swordsman. At this moment, the ordinary folding fan in his hand seemed to have turned into a magic weapon. Light streamed from the fan bones and lightly tapped on the swordsman's chest.The swordsman didn't expect it, and he didn't have time to react, but the point, which was as light as a feather, suddenly turned into a torrent when it touched his chest, raging violently!

The swordsman flew backwards, fell heavily to the ground, vomited a mouthful of blood, and passed out.

Luo Wenchu ​​withdrew his hand and opened the fan: "Concentrate part of the internal energy to one point, and then spew it out together. I call this single-minded. Xiao Feiyu, can you remember it? To deal with this kind of half-hearted person who wants to run away , you have to use this trick to slap your face, and you must not show mercy."

Shen Feiyu: "..."

After a fierce battle, Luo Wenchu ​​was a little tired. He closed his eyes, calmed down the internal force of the retrograde meridians, and ordered: "Feiyu, go and tie him up and bring him back to your uncle. It's unbearably lonely."

"But I don't have a rope."

"Belt."

"Oh."

"Young man, you need to be flexible."

The moment Shen Feiyu approached, the seemingly seriously injured and unconscious swordsman straightened up suddenly, opened his mouth and spat out two thin nails, Shen Feiyu dodged sideways, but was still wiped from his face, and the swordsman took the opportunity to throw a smoke bomb and quickly retreated .

After the smoke cleared, there was no shadow of the swordsman.

Shen Feiyu knew that something was wrong with her, so she didn't even dare to raise her head when facing Luo Wenchu.This was convenient for Luo Wenchu, and it was a joy to touch his head.

"If you tell him to run away, let me run away. Let me see if I'm disfigured?" He pinched Shen Feiyu's chin and looked at it carefully. At the end, he raised a smile that didn't deserve to be beaten, "It's still so handsome, just like me."

Shen Feiyu: "..."

"Why do you still want to be pinched by me with this expression?" Shen Feiyu's face quickly changed, and Luo Wenchu ​​put away his laughing tone, and said seriously, "I'm going out for a trip, I think you have guessed it , that swordsman can't be left alone, besides, the sect that was killed has to go for a while..."

Shen Feiyu gently grabbed his sleeve.Luo Wenchu's voice was cut off, and he glanced down, with a half-smile: "What are you doing? Acting like a baby?"

Shen Feiyu immediately let go and looked at him directly.

Luo Wenchu ​​inexplicably thought of the expression that the squirrel He Zhixiao raised more than ten years ago had such an expression when he robbed it of food.

"A little guy." Luo Wenchu's tone was one of pampering that he didn't even realize, he brushed Shen Feiyu's brows, stood up and looked in the direction of the Lingjue faction, "Of course... it is only with you as a teacher that I can feel at ease .”