Raiders Facial Paralysis Brother

Sensing a pair of warm hands rubbing his sore waist with moderate strength, Shen Jue squinted his eyes and groaned twice, then spontaneously rolled over to the heat source next to him, buried his face in Ling Ji's arms and rubbed .

To him, the jacket, which seemed a little loose, was rolled up with his movements, revealing a white wrist, which was covered with spots of red marks.

Ling Ji's eyes darkened slightly, he was too intemperate yesterday, "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Shen Jue obviously hadn't woken up yet, so she replied vaguely.

Ling Ji brushed back his long hair that was drooping on his face, and kissed his face, "It was agreed to go back today, but now it seems that we can't go today."

Shen Jue barely opened his eyes, and muttered, "Master will definitely talk about us again when we go back."

Ling Ji watched Shen Jue reveal the faint dimple on the left side of his face as he spoke, and couldn't help feeling a little cute, so he stretched out a finger and poked it, "It's okay, just go back early tomorrow."

By the time the two of them got up, it was almost noon.

Shen Jue smelled the smell of spicy chicken on the table, and his eyes lit up immediately. This is their chef's specialty dish. He stretched out his chopsticks, but was caught by Ling Ji, "I can't eat this today. .”

Shen Jue looked at Ling Ji eagerly, but Ling Ji didn't react at all, so he could only turn a corner aggrieved, and turned to the light zucchini next to him, but his eyes were still fixed on the bright colors that looked good. Eat the diced chicken.

Ling Ji couldn't help but smile, a little helpless, and also a little cute, "Let Chef Zhang make another bowl for you tomorrow and take it to the mountain to eat."

Shen Jue snorted, "Tomorrow's spicy chicken is not today's spicy chicken."

Ling Ji smiled, "Then I'll wrap today's spicy chicken for you and save it for you to eat tomorrow."

Shen Jue was angry and pointed at Ling Ji with his chopsticks, "You're still laughing, who am I doing this for?"

"I was wrong, I was wrong." Ling Ji raised his hands in surrender, scooped up half a bowl of pork rib soup for Shen Jue, "Drink more soup."

Only then did Shen Jue obediently lower his head to drink the soup. Xu Qing, who witnessed this scene, said that he was going to be blinded, and couldn't help but blushed a little. When he got up, he quickly said, "Master, there is a young man named Ye Shu looking for you outside, saying that he is your friend."

"Ye Shu?" Shen Jue put the bowl down, blinked his eyes, why did little Ye Shu come, "let him in quickly."

"Mr. Shen." Ye Shu was still wearing the light blue robe from yesterday, his eyes were a little black and blue, as if he hadn't rested well, and he looked a little haggard.

Seeing Shen Jue, he called out in a low voice, then habitually lowered his head slightly and pursed his lips.

"You can call me Shen Jue." Mr. Shen or something, it sounds weird, something happened to Ye Shu, but it's not easy to ask, so I had to draw a stool for him to sit down, " Have you eaten, would you like to have some with us?"

Ye Shu shook his head lightly, hesitated for a while, and said timidly, "Mr. Shen, you said last time that you are the disciples of Jueyunmen. When you go back, can you... can you bring me with you?" go?"

Shen Jue was stunned for a moment, "You want to go with us? Why, don't you follow your young master?"

In fact, Shen Jue has never liked people who are too weak, like Su Yu, but he doesn't hate Ye Shu at all, on the contrary, he has a bit of pity for him.

Perhaps because of his life experience, Ye Shu always lacks confidence and likes to keep his head down, but he is a rare and innocent person, that's why Shen Jue wanted to make friends with him the first time they met.

Ye Shu's eyes dimmed a little after hearing this, but he raised his head quickly, as if he had made up his mind, "I want to become as powerful as you guys."

"This." Shen Jue scratched his head in embarrassment, "We can take you there, but Jueyun Sect has certain rules for accepting disciples, and I cannot guarantee that you will be admitted."

"Also, your aptitude," Shen Jue said cautiously, "is actually not particularly suitable for sword cultivation."

"I know my aptitude is not good." Ye Shu subconsciously wrung the corners of his clothes with both hands, "Even if I stay as a handyman, Shen Jue, can you take me there?"

Seeing such a pair of watery eyes, Shen Jue suddenly felt a lot of pressure, so he slapped his chest and agreed, "Okay."

"Even if they don't accept you when the time comes, I'll do it myself." After thinking about it for a while, I felt that the bullshit was a bit exaggerated, "I'll let my senior brother teach you in person."

Ling Ji raised his eyes to look at him with a half-smile, and Shen Jue immediately wilted. He pulled Ling Ji's sleeves and acted coquettishly, with a flattery that couldn't be ignored, "Senior brother."