Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

In the middle of the night, Yu Fuchen tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Without a piece of ice that he likes to shrink in his arms, the hotness makes people feel uneasy. He rubbed his sleepless eyes and scolded himself secretly.

It's just a few nights, and you can't extricate yourself from it. Is this the feeling that the apprentice should have for the master?

In the past, he never got close to people. At first, he would blush when he was with that person. Later, he gradually got used to it, as if he was relied on for granted. It seemed that he warmed the body temperature of that person, but in fact it was that person who guarded the nightmare-ridden woman. Own.

As long as he is close, the darkness will not swallow him.

At this moment, will that person stay up all night?

Yu Fuchen felt that he was very strange, his heartstrings were hooked up and down, and he insisted that he didn't feel it... In fact, he wished to go to that person immediately for help.

He turned over and rolled to the edge of the bed, the quilt wrapped around his body was heavy and stuffy, his eyes were wide open.

"There must be an excuse..."

At this hour, Ming Si Nian had already fallen asleep, and no one would disturb their peace, but if they went to see the master recklessly and took the initiative, would people feel some clues...

Um?Clue? ?

What is meant?There is nothing shameful about him and his master. It is normal for a disciple to care about his master, right? ?

Thinking of this, he threw off the quilt and got down to the ground without his outer shirt on. He was about to push the door out before stopping, hesitating again.

"I don't care about it in the morning and I don't care about it in the evening. It's only in the middle of the night. It will be misunderstood... Ah, why do you have to make excuses if you want to see him? Isn't it justified?"

The wolf cub stomped impatiently, feeling a bit of pain, and suddenly remembered the man's injury.

In Yangzhou City, Master was injured by Cang Mang, and he has not healed so far. It is reasonable to say that he is worried about the injury, right?

With a justifiable excuse, the wolf cub rushed out excitedly, and there was Feng Changhuan's guest room just across the wall.

The doors and windows in the man's room emitted a faint light, lying on the sky full of stars, reflecting the long night.

Yu Fuchen didn't say anything, and tiptoed forward, opened a gap in the window and peeped in, sneaking around like a thief.

The person sitting cross-legged on the bed facing the door was Feng Changhuan, who was only wearing an inner jacket, with his hands hanging in front of his body, concentrating on casting a spell.

The spiritual power emanating from his palm poured into one place like a long stream of water, Yu Fuchen took a closer look, and the entity gathered by that person was actually the gun he used during the battle with Xiao Chen that day.

Suddenly recalling this incident, he realized that the master at that time should have condensed the divine power for his protection in a short period of time, even for the extreme immortal, it was an extremely labor-intensive and life-shortening task. Why is it that he can do this when his spiritual power is lost...

Suspicious in his heart, he suddenly saw the stiff fingers of the martial arts man suddenly bend, accompanied by a slight tremor and sudden force, which was already the limit that his body could bear.

Feng Changhuan frowned, his expression was very painful, his teeth were clenched tightly, and he was bitten by the internal injury, a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, followed by another big mouthful of blood.

"Master!!"

Yu Fuchen dashed out quickly, and promptly supported Feng Changhuan, who was powerless and collapsed, and called out anxiously: "Master! How are you, wake up!!"

The latter was already injured, and his physical and spiritual power was weak, but fortunately he opened his eyes after a while.

The coquettish red light in his eyes almost dyed both eyes blood-colored. I don't know if it was an illusion, but the blush at the end of his eyes became much lighter, his complexion was as pale as paper, and a thin layer of sweat oozed from his forehead.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't be afraid, touch the fur, you won't be scared~"

He almost hurt his life, but he is still messing around like this!Yu Fuchen was impatient for a moment, wishing to pinch his waist and listen to him crying and laughing and begging for mercy.

... After all, he still couldn't bear it, so he stretched out his hand and just embraced the man in his arms, leaning on his shoulder, and gritted his teeth angrily.

"You're for me, aren't you?"

"wrong."

The answer is crisp and clear.

Feng Changhuan rubbed his aching chest, caressed Yin's blood soaked in front of him, showing a murderous look in the faint blue, and smiled contentedly.

"It's for myself. I'm already powerless to protect myself. Why don't I use up my last spiritual power to teach you my skills. In this way, as long as you live, I won't die. You see, how selfish I am."

This person's words could only be listened to in reverse, Yu Fuchen was overwhelmed, and felt that he who had the same knowledge as him was really naive.

There was nothing he could do about it, Yu Fuchen carried him back to the couch in a muffled voice, and checked his injuries.

That day he was injured by the Cang Mang, the fire poison penetrated into his body causing the wound to fester, and it also blended with the cold poison stagnant in the blood, causing most of his physical strength to be lost, and he suffered a lot.

He never yelled about pain in front of others, nor did he show any weakness. Only Yu Fuchen knew that he was tortured so hard that he couldn't sleep every night, and he groaned weakly and wept secretly when he was in excruciating pain.

Yu Fuchen felt unwilling, and kept blaming himself for this matter, gritted his teeth and changed the dressing for him. After a long time, he finally managed to say: "Your spiritual power has never recovered, has it?"

If his spiritual power still exists, it will never be like this.

Yu Fuchen took Feng Changhuan's hand, spread his cold palm, and a shimmering relic answered all doubts.

Since Feng Changhuan left Kunlun, no matter whether he confronted Buyinlou tit-for-tat or condensed martial arts to make him defeat Xiao Chen, the spiritual power he exerted never belonged to him.

When the secret is discovered, Feng Changhuan, who is as thick-skinned as a city wall, will feel a little embarrassed.

He looked away, patted Yu Fuchen's face, and said softly, "Even so, I'm still your master."

Not with reservations, he just can't.

These words revealed Feng Changhuan's inner anxiety.

Having died once, he was more afraid of losing than he was when he was alive. What he held in the palm of his hand before, now he can't wait to hold it in his mouth.

He leaned forward, not as calm as in the past, even leaning on the boy's arms cautiously.

"Xingzhi, don't trust anyone, as long as you have no weakness, you are invincible."

"Even you can't believe it?"

Feng Changhuan gave a low "um", and hid his expression in the dark, the flash of coldness in his eyes made the bloody eyes even more frightening.

"As long as I believe in you, that's enough."

"So you sleep in a separate room with me, just don't want me to find out that you are taking risks?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Yu Fuchen felt as if he had become a little lady who stayed alone in an empty room and was unwilling to be lonely. There was resentment in his tone, which was really embarrassing.

In order to save face, he deliberately added a half sentence: "If you do this again, I will feel bad."

...It's getting darker and darker! !

The wolf cub was in a hurry, but Feng Changhuan was very happy, restraining his pain, rolled half a circle and patted the half vacant bed beside him, asking Yu Fuchen to lie down together.

He clasped his fingers tightly with that person, and Yu Fuchen half pushed and half agreed expressionlessly.

After a while, a cool spiritual flow poured into his body from the palm of his hand, but he tried to resist but was in vain. He watched helplessly as the man quenched the divine power into his blood.

"This is the end of the matter. As a teacher, I might as well tell you the truth. As early as when I left the Buddhist sect, I had two golden pills in my body. One of them was broken, and the other was left. In order to prevent me from doing evil, Kunlun Jiumeng Lord Use the cold spring to absorb my spiritual power, causing the cold poison to penetrate deep into the blood, stagnate the meridians, and create the appearance of losing all power."

"That is, there is still room for relaxation?"

Feng Chang smiled with a deep meaning: "Naturally. Now my body is cold and belongs to yin, and your pure yang spirit body can just cure the cold poison for me... But to completely get rid of the cold poison, there must be some more intimate actions ..."

"Is there anything more intimate than this?"

The wolf cub has no human experience and knows nothing about it. When he first went on the road, he faced an old fox who had only been greedy for meat for more than ten years.

Fortunately, the fox had some conscience, and didn't plan to eat it up immediately, and his eyes were even more cunning.

"This kind of thing has to be taught by the teacher..."

In the early morning of the next day, Ming Sinian followed Feng Changhuan's instructions and brought his long-awaited fresh porridge into the guest room.

Lingxue Palace is located in the north, covered with snow all the year round, fresh shrimp and cooked crab and other delicacies are hard to come by. Buyinlou, who wanted to steal the smell in the name of detoxification, took advantage of the night to walk into Ming Si Nian's room, but saw the man frown:

"Master, if you want to eat crabs, you have to be a fat, fat male crab. Where can you find this kind of icy crab? It's really lying on the ice and begging for carp, crying bamboo shoots..."

The dog, who was looking for the smell of meat and wanted to chew a bone, failed to do so, so he traveled thousands of miles overnight with his sword in order to show courteousness, and he really brought a few crabs back at dawn.

Following the teacher's order, Ming Sinian cooked the male crab into porridge, sprinkled some medicinal materials such as Cistanche, Epimedium and Morinda officinalis in the casserole, facing a pool of dark and sticky things, back and forth I murmured several times: "Can this thing enter the mouth..."

It's a pity that his master can't be judged by common sense, it's normal to do the opposite, so when that person handed a bowl of blackened fresh porridge to Yu Fuchen who just woke up, Ming Sinian felt sorry for his junior brother of.

After offending the master, even the way of death is so strange...

Feng Changhuan took out half a crab from the bowl and handed it to Yu Fuchen's mouth, the latter opened his mouth obediently, the taste was unexpectedly delicious.

With a scent of medicine, it covered up the fishy smell of crab meat.

"Crab roe is delicious, but not as good as crab paste. Is it delicious?"

"Um……"

"Then do you know that crab paste is crab essence...the crab is so delicious, do you have any idea to try human's?"

... I knew that this red-eyed old ghost's kindness would never do anything good! ! !

A good word can change the taste just by saying it out of his mouth, Yu Fuchen felt his stomach churning, wishing to spit out what he ate the day before, but Feng Changhuan was still brazen and dared to rub his leg .

"Don't be so repulsive, do you dislike being a teacher?"

"...What the hell are you trying to teach me!!"

A few words or two will turn to strange topics. No matter how simple his mind is, the wolf cub can guess that the old fox has some schemes.

Feng Changhuan showed his trademark sly smile again, stuck out his tongue and made a grimace, continuing the topic of last night.

"The only way to get rid of the cold poison is to absorb pure yang energy. If you don't want to, you don't have to force yourself as a teacher..."

Xu Shi's conscience was not lost, Feng Changhuan suddenly realized that he was looking for excuses and trying to abduct his apprentice to bed, but it turned out to be an instinctive desire from deep within his body...

Why is this happening? ?

Feng Changhuan touched his forehead and closed his eyes after realizing the slip of the tongue, and asked himself why he would do such an obscene thing?

The distant male voice lingers in the ear, with endless temptation, leading people to fall.

The heart demon answered on his behalf: "I like it...you like him, why don't you dare to put your affection into practice?"

Yu Fuchen was feeling sick, and when he saw Feng Changhuan slapped the table with a "bang", he yelled at someone: "He is my apprentice! Get out!!"

The inexplicable sentence made him even more puzzled, did he offend the master just because he didn't want to eat crab paste?

"Master? Don't be angry."

He wanted to make up for his mistakes, so he stretched out his hand and was slapped back.

"Don't...don't bewitch me again, I don't want to!!"

"Master! What happened to you?!"

This low growl brought Feng Changhuan back to reality, staring blankly at his hands at a loss.

He tapped his forehead, and could feel an unknown force in his body, eating away at his sanity and remaining memory, trying to deprive him of everything left.

"No... I'm not him."

If you whisper, you don't know who you are talking to.

Yu Fuchen waited for a long time before the man summoned up the courage to meet his gaze.

"Sorry, I don't want to, but I...maybe it's not me anymore."

Unable to understand the meaning of his words, Yu Fuchen didn't force himself, and softly comforted his emotions, but there was a noise outside the door:

"Dead man—come man, dead man—"

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