Master dismantles CP with bare hands in the human world

Jing Yuan looked at his angry look amusedly, with a smile in his red phoenix eyes, he said softly: "Master is very good, he is the most beautiful person in the world."

Mu Chu's face turned pale, and he asked for proof, "Really?"

Before he could say a word, he saw a young girl in yellow approaching the well, her pretty face was slightly red, and she lowered her eyes and whispered softly: "Has Mr. Lang ever married?"

Mu Chu suddenly had a large-scale on-site visual sense of a beautiful girl asking a handsome boy for WeChat on the street.

Jing Yuan opened his mouth coldly, and only said four words: "I'm sorry."

The girl pursed her lips slightly, raised her eyes to look at him secretly, then quickly lowered her head, and then looked at Mu Chu's cold face next to her, moved her lotus steps lightly, and said in a low voice: "Forget it."

Mu Chu's face was black.

Forget it?

What's the matter?

Doesn't he deserve the right to be approached by others?

rely on rely on rely on!

Toxic, these people!

The spark of hope that had just risen in Mu Chu's heart was ruthlessly extinguished before it had time to emerge.

Anyway, he is meant to be a supporting role for the protagonist, and a green leaf to set off the safflower!

He bypassed the well and walked forward on his own, if he stayed with him any longer, he might be pissed to death.

Mu Chu took a deep breath, I wanted to be quiet.

"Master."

"Master."

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"Master."

"Master..."

Mu Chu was hit one after another, just because he was bored in his heart, Jing Yuan's call sounded like a devil's voice piercing his ears, suppressing his anger, he looked sideways and said, "What are you doing!"

But he saw Jing Yuan standing in a daze three steps away, his face was stained with sadness, and he was looking at the sugar man stall next to him in a trance.

Mu Chu looked at his inexplicable sadness, and walked quickly to his side, with a slightly sullen voice, "Why don't you buy it if you like it?"

After all, he couldn't help but dragged Jing Yuan to the stall.

The owner of the stall was an elderly man. When he saw two handsome fairies coming to the stall, he had a faint smile on his wrinkled face and asked in a hoarse voice: "What do you want? Sugar man?"

Mu Chu turned his head to look at Jing Yuan, and said coldly, "What do you want?"

Jing Yuan raised a pair of misty eyes, and his voice was as light as a mosquito: "Master..."

Mu Chu's brain seemed to be short-circuited, and he almost blurted out the silly words "I want a master" to the owner of the stall, and then he frowned and looked back at Jing Yuan, "I can't have a master, so I want another one."

Jing Yuan looked at this frowning face, with a slightly sullen and cold face, his misty eyes gradually focused, and then his eyes were quietly stained with warmth, and the silent lake of heart rippled in circles, he heard his own There were layers of tenderness and ups and downs in the tone: "I want a little tiger."

Jing Yuan watched him open his thin lips, and said something to the stall owner. After a while, a tiger with a tiger head, big eyes, a big head, and a small sugar tiger body was stuffed into his hand.

He stared blankly at the little tiger in his hand, inexplicably feeling sweet in his heart, obviously he hadn't tasted the sugar figurine in his hand yet, but his heart was like being filled with honey, sweet and sticky.

A certain emotion that has been hidden in my heart for a long time is constantly taking root and growing vigorously.

Jing Yuan is very unfamiliar with this emotion, and even helpless, he can only watch it take root, watch it break through the ground, and watch it spit out the pistil.

He was at a loss, clutching the wide sleeves of the person in front of him nervously, as if grasping his only life-saving straw.

Mu Chu's sleeve was pulled, and he turned around and looked at him curiously.

Mu Chu's temper has always come and gone quickly, and the sugar buyer has returned to his previous appearance in a short time.

He saw that Jing Yuan was tightly clutching his sleeve, the veins on the back of his white hands were bulging, but a pair of dark pupils locked on him nervously.

Mu Chu was startled immediately, what happened to Jing Yuanda?

He shrank his neck almost invisibly, wanting to cry but not crying, Jing Yuan is big, if you have something to say, don't stare at me like you are staring at prey!My fragile little heart really can't stand it!

Seeing Mu Chu's flustered expression, Jing Yuan also saw him shrinking back subconsciously, clenched a corner of his sleeve even more tightly, his eyes slowly revealing the coldness like a deep and mysterious abyss. Even the brightest sunlight can't illuminate half of it. Once the sunlight falls, it can only be swallowed ruthlessly. He called out in a low voice: "Master..."

Mu Chu's whole heart was beating up to his throat, and his lips were trembling due to excessive tension, and he said, "Your, Sugar Man, is about to melt..."

Unexpectedly, this unintentional or even inexplicable sentence successfully stabilized Jing Yuan's mood.

Jing Yuan was startled, and immediately let go of Mu Chu's sleeves, and stood there in panic, his back was wet with cold sweat, and his whole body was as cold as falling into an ice cave.

Mu Chu saw that his eyes were gradually clear, and he looked a little normal, tried his best to control his trembling body, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you okay?"

Jing Yuan lowered his head and lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, casting a mottled silhouette under his eyes, covering up the tumbling emotions in his eyes, when the light in his eyes touched Mu Chuna's wrinkled sleeves that were too tightly clenched It was hot, and he suddenly turned his eyes away. He stabilized his mind, but when he raised his head again, his brows and eyes were bent, and he looked at Mu Chu innocently, "I'm fine."

After speaking, he looked at the sugar figurine in his hand with a smile, moved it to his mouth and took a bite, and said with a smile, "It's very sweet."

Mu Chu looked at him blankly, as if he was no different from usual, and didn't know what was going on with Jing Yuan's normal mood, so he followed him blankly: "Mmm, sweet."

Jing Yuan looked at him but raised his lips and showed an extremely bright smile. He took the candy figurine, broke off a small piece of candy where he just took a bite, and quickly stuffed it into Mu Chu's mouth: "Master, taste it!" taste."

Mu Chu was suddenly stuffed with a piece of candy, and the candy melted quietly under the moderate temperature in his mouth. In an instant, his lips//between his teeth were filled with a sweet and greasy taste.

He froze for a moment, and a panicked "nonsense" stuck in his throat, and he swallowed it again along with the sweet and greasy taste.

What kind of plot is this!

Mu Chu belatedly realizes that he should not be the person who buys sugar with Jing Yuan, even the person who is going to be stuffed with sugar by Jing Yuan!

These plots should all belong to that pitiful and lovable female disciple of the Liuyan Sect!

What the hell is he now?

Does one person play multiple roles and take on multiple roles?

Is this script Nima wrong?

Mu Chu looked at Jing Yuan with a strange expression.

Jing Yuan still had a sunny smile on his face: "What's wrong, Master?"

Mu Chu said stiffly, "Do you have a favorite Taoist companion?"

Jing Yuan was taken aback, the smile on his lips faded a bit, but he immediately replied: "No."

Mu Chu nodded when he heard the words, it seems that Jing Yuan hasn't met the person he likes yet, tsk, doesn't he like that kind of cute and pitiful little girl now?

It seems that this inexplicable style of painting will have to wait for the female protagonist Qin Xiaoxiao in the original book to appear on the stage.

It's okay, anyway, I'll see the first female Qin Xiaoxiao soon.Mu Chu thought secretly.

In the evening, Mu Chu finally went back to the courtyard, and when he was about to take a good rest, he pushed the door and smelled very strong——

Alcoholic...

A certain drunk man was lying on the ground, hiccupping, with a red face, reaching out his hand to rub the red nose tip in an extremely inconspicuous way, and looking at him with drunken eyes.

With one hand on the door, Mu Chu resisted slipping, and looked at Su Ziyu inexplicably.

Beside Su Ziyu poured four or five wine bottles crookedly, hiccupped, stared at Mu Chu in bewilderment, and reluctantly said, "You're back, hiccup."

Mu Chu frowned and walked to his side, sat on the floor, endured the choking smell of alcohol and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

Su Ziyu sat up a little bit, raised his hand and rubbed the blurred eyelids, and muttered: "I, hiccup, I bought a lot of wine, thinking about waiting for you to come back, hiccup, let's drink together, hiccup."

He suddenly grabbed Mu Chu's collar, but his strength was useless, and cursed: "Where the hell have you been, hiccup, fooling around? Why did it take you so long, hiccup, to come back after so long!"

Mu Chu's face was black.

He really didn't go fooling around, he wandered around the street with Jing Yuan, and he came back before the sun went down.

But it's obviously unreasonable to talk to a drunk.

He had no choice but to cough dryly, and responded perfunctorily, "Yes, yes, sorry for keeping you waiting."

Su Ziyu let go of his collar, patted it with his hand, and said with a smirk, "It's okay, Yuan, hiccup, I forgive you."

Mu Chu took a bottle of wine that had not been opened, pulled out the cork, lifted the bottle and took a sip, then kicked Su Ziyu, who was drunk like a lump of mud, and said casually: "Hey, Su Ziyu, did you buy this bunch of wine when you left the clothing store?"

Su Ziyu tilted his body, and replied with a slumped head: "Yes, yes, hiccup."

Looking at Su Ziyu's dejected look, Mu Chu suddenly thought of a past event many years ago, a past event that he thought he could forget.

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