Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

In the quiet afternoon, Yu Fuchen was squatting in front of the court, fiddling with half of his mecha arm, and beside him was an old ghost who was restless in a wheelchair, either using dogtail grass to tickle his itch, or putting his face close to let him Difficulty doing things.

The little wild wolf stared at the man coldly, Feng Changhuan didn't panic, and smiled happily.

Unknowingly messing with his hair, the disciple couldn't bear it anymore, pressed his head and kissed him fiercely, and didn't stop until his lips turned slightly red.

"Angry?"

"..."

"Are you angry!"

"……No."

"You're just angry!!"

"..."

Please everyone, can you make this old ghost switch to a normal personality?When he had something important to do, he didn't have the time to take care of a child who was immature.

The old and disrespectful man was rarely quiet, resting his chin on one side, staring at someone's serious profile, smiling contentedly.

"As you said, it's not bad to be a mortal and live a stable life, why bother to mess with him again?"

"There is a promise between me and Minggong Shang, and it's hard to go back on it."

"That doesn't have to help to this extent. You know what he is going to do is worse than what I was doing back then. It's not a big deal if he dies. If you are implicated..."

Knowing that he was concerned about himself, Yu Fuchen didn't speak harshly, and leaned slightly sideways on the man's knee, concealing his uneasiness with being close.

He knew that any pretense in front of that person would be useless, so he avoided the important and said lightly: "Don't worry, I can control the seriousness, but I'm just worried about you. Your temperament is unpredictable, and no one can control you except me. I'm really afraid that when I'm not around, You will do something unbelievable."

"When I was young, I wiped your ass, but when you grow up, you think I'm troublesome, tsk, little white-eyed wolf..."

"I'm afraid you'll hurt yourself, old and unscrupulous..."

Yu Fuchen scolded him, pushed the man forward a few steps, just enough to get some sunshine, and then covered him with a blanket on his lap, and returned to the topic: "Is Ming Gongshang's method really effective? ?”

"As a mortal, it is really not easy for him to think of using external force. He is one of the few people I have ever seen. He is born with a different foundation from ordinary people. Synergy is not impossible."

"...Just relying on this thing??"

"It's enough to deal with monks below Heavenly Power, but dead things are inferior to humans after all. If you want to improve, I'm afraid you have to put some thought into humans, such as... forming an army of mortals who rely on mechas to increase their combat power."

Yu Fuchen felt that what he said was very reasonable, looking at the half hollow iron arm in his hand, his brain got hot and he put his own arm in.

The details of the puppet armor are very delicate, and every finger can move freely like a real person. With the level of craftsmanship in the mortal world, it is very rare to reach this level.

Before that, not only him, but even Ming Gong Shang never thought of taking this shortcut.

Feng Changhuan rubbed against his head, asking for a reward: "Tonight..."

"!"

"three times……"

"..."

The two were noisily haggling over the price, and Ming Sinian waited and watched with folded arms.

Ever since he knew that the relationship between the master and the senior brother was extraordinary, he felt from the bottom of his heart that he was redundant, and would rather wrong himself to stand with the maids who were whispering to each other than disturb the couple.

He rubbed his chest and felt the Gu worms throbbing in his body.

With a light sigh, my heart was full of emotions, and I felt melancholy.

Just when he was lost in thought, someone hugged him from behind, and the sudden warmth caught Ming Sinian by surprise.

"Long time no see, miss me?"

Ming Sinian tilted his head and rolled his eyes. Given his temperament, it would be impossible to truthfully admit that he had a crush on this person, so he kept silent.

Seeing him like this, Bu Yinlou became more courageous. He covered the man's cheek with his warm hand, outlined his lips with his fingertips, and squeezed his chin.

Uncharacteristically, Ming Si Nian did not resist, neither dodged nor dodged, like a wronged cat.

"Master...forgive me."

"But you can't forgive yourself."

"...Yes. What happened back then has nothing to do with Master. It was I who caused the tragedy by venting my anger on him. I failed their sincerity towards me, and I also failed Patriarch Yikui's high expectations for me. Should I..."

"No." Bu Yinlou moved closer, resting his chin on his shoulder, and said with a smile, "You shouldn't push yourself like this. There's no end to retribution for grievances. You had no choice but to make such a bad move that day. It's because of understanding." He will forgive you for your situation, won't he?"

"But is that really forgiveness? It's more like charity than forgiveness."

With his arrogance, he will definitely not bow his head to others. The former Buyinlou respectfully kept him at a distance, and there was a kind of alienation that could not be played with. It was not until he cast a love gu by accident that he really understood Ming Sinian and understood how to pretend Underneath the strong appearance is a heart that was once dripping with blood and used thick scabs to resist trauma.

That night, the hibiscus tent was warm.

Bu Yinlou's clothes were half uncovered, caressing Ming Sinian who was pillowed on his lap, showing extra patience for his rare obedience.

"By the way, baby, the raw rice has been cooked, would you like to be my Taoist companion?"

"...Can you stop being so disgusting?"

"Then, Si Nian, Xiao Nian Nian... Wei Zhi, Xiao Zhi??"

Daju ignored him, fell asleep for a long time, and then whispered in a sleepy voice: "Do you know why I am called Si Nian?"

"Si Nian, Si Nian... In the year of Wan Si, I received the blessing of the sky. Receive the blessing of the sky, and congratulations from all directions. In the year of Wan Si, there is no one to help me."

"It seems that the life of luxury and money has not made you a fool."

"I'll just take that as a compliment~"

Ming Sinian often thinks that if Bu Yinlou hadn't taken the initiative to choose him, maybe he would still be helpless in the world, just like the algae in the water drifting with the current, hard to find a place to return to.

The feeling of being with someone is...not bad.

He let out a "hmm", opened one eye to take a look, and took a brocade quilt to cover his body, like a cat greedy for warmth.

"Do you know that the Prince's Mansion is haunted? It was in the Fengyue Bieyuan. That day, Senior Brother Yu went to the body. He even climbed up the highest balcony and sang "The Peony Pavilion". You Lingxue Palace is not very good at it." Exorcism or something like that?"

"That depends on whether the reward is enough for this young master to go out in person..."

The two of them were totally unaware that, across the door, a man in brocade attire was looking at the brightly lit room, sighing in his chest, unable to calm down.

Yu Fuchen didn't know when he was sitting on the eaves, with one leg hanging down, without raising his head, he said to Ming Gong, "Why, are you envious?"

"Heh, how can a majestic prince envy a homeless person?"

"You are wrong, he is not homeless. Besides, the young master of Lingxue Palace is driving the Prince's Mansion of Xuemi City. If you don't welcome them with great fanfare, shouldn't you also release the two in the dungeon so that my master can be cleared?" crime?"

Ming Gongshang was sharp-tongued and smiled wantonly at him: "He already believed that your master was innocent, so why rush to prove it? I think it's because you can't wait."

"That's right. If you can tell the truth, I won't be in vain."

"In exchange for what? You know, I never trade at a loss."

Earlier, when Feng Changhuan said that Ming Gong Shang was similar to himself, Yu Fuchen had the heart to test the latter's strength. Seeing that the opportunity came to him, he didn't give anyone a chance to react, and instantly a blue light slashed at the other party. Down.

Ming Gongshang was also surprised when he saw that he didn't agree with each other and made a move. Fortunately, his reaction was not slow, and he rolled back several times, and the spiritual power accumulated in his hands also went towards Yu Fuchen.

His spirit is earth, his color is dark, but his strength is not bad. With the talent of distorting space, he can easily destroy the surrounding things.

Fighting against Yu Fuchen, the Ming Palace Merchant would not use his real skills, he deflected his palm force, and forced to crush the embracing tree that had stood in the courtyard for many years into pieces. As the giant tree fell to the ground, a strong wind rushed towards his face.

"No wonder Master is optimistic about you, your ability is really not bad."

"Thank you for the compliment. I wonder if I, who is praised as a gifted person, will be lucky enough to be his disciple?"

"...Do you still want to show some face?"

For Minggong Shang, who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, no matter what he can get, he will have an inexplicable obsession with things he can't get.

The current Yu Fuchen and Feng Changhuan are both out of reach for him. In comparison, the former who is still close to love is more attractive.

Ming Gongshang licked the corner of his mouth, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "For you, you don't have to."

A wave of strong palms blew away the mess on the ground, and Ming Gongshang jumped up, jumping straight into Yu Fuchen's arms.

The latter didn't know why, he just pretended that he still wanted to fight again, and when he was about to fight back, he saw Ming Gongshang was pushed away by a strong force, and his body was unstable and he bumped his head against the red wall.

The little wild wolf was in a daze for a moment, touched his head, and looked back to see a certain old ghost sitting in a wheelchair, his right hand was still in the posture of throwing stones, and his face was cold with a hint of resentment.

"Snatching a man over my head is really a cold world..."

"Master? Have you recovered your spiritual power??"

"Joke, it takes spiritual power to beat you two bastards? If it wasn't for the inconvenient movement now..."

Feng Changhuan tried to stand up, grinning from the pain of the wound.

Originally, he was still concerned about his pitiful self-esteem as an elder, but when he saw Yu Fuchen worriedly stepped forward to check his injuries, his self-esteem was worn down, and he groaned and put his hands on his heart and started acting.

"It hurts... Yu Zaier, oh..."

It's fine for a sick man who has no strength to restrain a chicken to speak softly, but he is clearly a strong man who can beat a cow to death with his bare hands...

Yu Fuchen let out a muffled snort, and almost spat it out.

"Master..."

"Ok!"

"What's wrong with you……"

"lovesickness?"

"crazy……"

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