Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

"What's your purpose?"

"Hush... This is still a secret for the time being. If Ming Weizhi's temptation is not strong enough, why not come with me to meet two people."

Yu Fuchen was bewitched by Ming Palace Merchant for some reason, and followed the man to his mansion inexplicably despite his refusal. When he saw a man and woman in the dungeon, his doubts were magnified infinitely.

The two detainees were wearing very thin clothes, shivering and shivering in the cold and damp cell, and they reacted differently when they saw people approaching. The woman kept begging, but the man yelled hysterically.

"This is……"

"It's strange that you recognize them before, but if you say that one of them is named Liu and the other is Chen, you will definitely have some guesses."

Liu... Chen?

"Lingxue Palace? Senior Brother Liu and Junior Sister Chen??!"

Involved in the tragedy, the two people who should have died tragically and decapitated are now standing in front of them alive. Although their minds are abnormal, as long as they are alive, they can be cleared of the charges borne by Feng Changhuan.

As Ming Gongshang expected, Yu Fuchen, who had always been calm, finally showed uneasiness. In this regard, a shrewd businessman must take advantage of the opportunity and act accordingly.

"Now let's think about cooperation, how about?"

"I don't know you before, why did you find me?"

"It's because you are very talented and have enough ability to work for me. Don't worry, I don't ask much, just see the master who is hidden and protected by you."

Is it really that person...

Knowing that this was Yu Fuchen's only weakness, Ming Gongshang nodded and smiled, and leaned into his ear again: "Don't worry, I don't have any unreasonable thoughts about him, even if I do, it's for you."

"..."

"Don't look at me with such questioning eyes, as long as you nod, he can come here to heal his wounds. Snow Misty City is a symbol of centralization in the mortal world, and even the Immortal Venerable of the Extreme Dao will not easily set foot here. Safe, if not, how long can he live with only half breath left?"

Indeed, Feng Changhuan's injury is not optimistic, and Xuannan has no hope for it. Once Yu Fuchen accepts Tingyulou's assignment and goes away, that person's situation will be very dangerous.

Nowadays, there is no credible person in the cultivation world, but the mortal who opposes him has no reason to hurt him.

Seeing that Yu Fuchen was in a dilemma, Ming Gongshang didn't force it: "Why bother? I didn't force you to give an answer right away, even if you brought him to Snow Mist City, it won't be too late to make a decision after he recovers from his injuries. "

"Aren't you afraid of losing money then?"

"No, because I know that you will be inseparable from me from now on..."

The city is deep and scheming, there really isn't a single good guy named Ming! !

Returning to the deserted temple full of thoughts, he and Ming Sinian had nothing to say all the way, until he saw Xuan Nan who was standing in front of the door with bruises all over his face, and Yu Fuchen, who was full of anger, finally laughed.

"Why did you lose the lottery at this moment, eminent monk, did you fall into the mud ditch?"

The other party stomped his feet angrily, pointed at his nose and cursed: "You bastard! When he left, he didn't say that he was not clear-headed, and he would beat people even after feeding the medicine. This little monk is provoking someone..."

Hearing that the man hadn't returned to normal, Yu Fuchen's face darkened, and he pushed away Xuannan who was flailing his teeth and claws, and went straight into the room, facing the scene where Chang Huan was lying on his side on the bed, leaning against the railing of the bed and smoking.

The room was smoky, with the coolness of mint. The man was injured and had to turn his body to relieve the pain. He looked really... graceful.

"Master, you will worry me if you are restless and recuperate."

Feng Changhuan didn't answer, and raised his finger to signal him to come closer.

The bloody eyes shimmered, which was originally a terrifying scene, but in this ambiguous atmosphere, it added a hint of confusion, which made a certain mouth dry and irresistible.

"Cough! Master, how is your injury?"

"Very good, just now the monk cast a spell to heal the injury of my ten fingers, do you want to see it?"

The bandage on his hand was removed, and a thin layer of armor was reborn on the previously bloody fingertips, reflecting the bright light.

Yu Fuchen still wanted to take a closer look, but the hand with smooth bones flickered from his eyes, grabbed his neck, and pointed all the way up, lifting his chin.

Looking at people in this atmosphere...is really exciting.

Now the little wild wolf stopped talking, and stared blankly at Feng Changhuan's half-covered skirt, his thoughts soaring to the sky.

The latter was very satisfied when he saw this, grabbed his collar and dragged him to the bed, then buried his head in his neck, sniffing his breath.

"Who did you meet today?"

"One, a friend."

"Friend? He approached you more than two or three times. Is he a friend of Yingge Xiaozhu?"

This man's nose is really not an ordinary spirit...

Helpless, Yu Fuchen had no choice but to honestly explain the encounter with the Ming Palace Merchant, keeping the parts of Senior Brother Liu and Junior Sister Chen, and at the end he didn't forget to ask the person what he meant: "Master, do you want to go to Xuemiao City to heal your wounds?"

"What good is it for this seat?"

"The benefits...you can rest assured to recuperate your injuries and recuperate your body, and there will be someone waiting in front of the bed to take care of your food and clothing."

"Sounds good, but I want you to serve... what should I do?"

Yu Fuchen finally noticed something strange.

After waking up this morning, Feng Changhuan's reaction was not quite right. Earlier, he thought it was because he was in a bad mood, but now it seems that he simply wanted to guide himself to do something.

Just as he was about to speak, Feng Changhuan grabbed his shoulders, making Yu Fuchen caught off guard and could only press on him.

Fearing that his wound would hurt, Yu Fuchen could only back away as hard as he could, but Feng Changhuan didn't stop there, and pulled his collar and kissed him on the lips.

Cold and soft.

This kiss is extremely aggressive, as if to show ownership, Feng Changhuan has never been so active and strong.

The fishy sweetness spread, and no one knew whose lips were bitten in the fierceness.

It wasn't until the two parties suppressed for a long time, but it was not as gentle as expected, that Yu Fuchen covered the man's neck and strangled his throat, making Feng Changhuan have to look up at him.

"Who the hell are you? What's your purpose!"

"Purpose? This seat has already fulfilled its wish, so what can you do if you know it?"

"Give him back to me!!"

Covered in a layer of haze, Yu Fuchen, who was bullying Feng Changhuan, had reddish eyes with a cold light.

The two looked at each other, and the more he was agitated, the angrier he became, the happier Feng Changhuan became, licking the blood stains left at the corners of his mouth, and showing a wanton smile.

"Come on, kill me."

His cold hand grabbed Yu Fuchen's wrist and pressed it to his heart, the blood in his eyes almost swallowed up the remaining sanity.

"You just need to put your hand into his chest, take out the golden core that temporarily stores my true essence, and grind it into powder without mercy, and this seat will be wiped out, but... the master you have in mind will also be reduced to nothing. The body that can no longer speak or laugh will rot into dust with the passage of time. Yu Xingzhi, are you willing?"

Yu Fuchen's hands trembled, restraining the urge to destroy him.

Once the inner demon and primordial spirit dissipated, that person's life would also end, how could he bear to lose him again?

He gritted his teeth and bowed his head, thinking that heaven and man were at war in his heart, greedy for the tenderness of that person who was still in this world, he withdrew his hands and retreated to the side of the couch, and buried his face in his palms overwhelmed.

Xu Shifeng Changhuan's nostalgia, love and obsession for his apprentice were too deep in his heart. Seeing him like this, the demon hidden in his body couldn't bear it, and he had the urge to embrace him in his arms.

After all, he is also really in love, and the feelings have not faded with the years, on the contrary, they have become more and more entangled in his heartstrings.

"Why...why don't you let him go even after death..."

The old ghost was silent, and played with his childish temperament, which was uncertain and indecent, and he handed over the hookah stick in his hand: "...take a sip?"

"go away."

"Take a sip. Brat, this is not what I have the final say on, and it's useless if you blame me."

"But you can at least give him back to me!"

The old ghost knew that no one expected him to return, and thought that he had long been used to being rejected by others, but when Yu Fuchen said this, his chest felt tight.

It hurts?Sure enough, Chang Huan shouldn't be allowed to survive, and being merciful to him is causing trouble for himself.

He doesn't need the feelings of being tied to people, let alone the conscience of being born as a human being. Neither divinity nor humanity can be obtained, he only needs to fall into the evil thoughts of a demon...

After a long time without answering, Yu Fuchen raised his eyes and saw him smoking quietly, holding it in his chest without spitting it out. Out of breath for a moment, he slapped the man on the back. Tears.

"Evil-beast! Are you courting death!!"

"Don't harm your body!"

"The wound of this seat is cracked, can't you tell which is more serious! You bastard!!"

The bandage on his chest was leaking blood, Yu Fuchen frantically tried to treat his wound several times, but also worried that there was a soul that he was not familiar with living in that person, so he didn't dare to make a move.

The old ghost didn't care, he stretched his brows when the pain was over, smiled and pulled the wolf cub closer, insisting that he stick to his heart.

"I think it's quite interesting to tease you~"

"open!!"

"You might as well learn to adapt. This seat and Fengzhi will live and die together. If there is no turning point, it will be like this until death. For his life, don't try to expel this seat."

He didn't say clearly that Xu Feng Changhuan's damned feelings affected him. At this moment, that person's love for Yu Fuchen was engraved in his heart intact, and it was the same, and it was hard to fade away.

As far as Yu Fuchen was concerned, it was only natural for Yu Fuchen to be disappointed when he learned that the revived Master had changed his previous abstinence attitude, and that the way of being close to him in every possible way was due to this demon who should have been reincarnated long ago.

With an unknown anger in his heart, he threw the man on the bed, gnashing his teeth: "What do you want? Don't you think it's enough?!"

"Not enough, of course not enough, let's stop, I still want to see the climax of a high-minded and aloof ascetic like Feng Zhinan, I wonder if you... can you meet this small demand?"

The author has something to say: Regarding Master's split personality, when he called himself "Master", he was a gentle Feng Zhidi, and when he called himself "My seat", he was a violent Feng Changhuan.Although the two personalities belong to the master, when he is controlled by the demon, he is arrogant, conceited, and despises everyone except milk dust, and his warmth and peace will disappear. As he himself said, the demon will be infinitely magnified His desires and atrocities.

Whether he can control the master will be the biggest problem Naichen will face next. Recalling the past, he naturally has to follow what the master taught him to be a gentleman in order to stop the violent wind. It will also be a major difficulty for Master if the inner demon shows others in a normal way.

Thank you for reading the little cuties.