Master, he never speaks

Since that day, Zhu Jixiu's attitude towards Zhu Hanshuang has improved a lot.

He no longer regards Zhu Hanshuang as air, although he still doesn't like to talk, most of the time he just sits in the open space blankly as usual.

But finally knew how to respond to Zhu Hanshuang's touch.

For example, when Zhu Hanshuang combed his tail and ears, he would subconsciously shake his tail twice when he was rubbed comfortably, and his light red eyes narrowed into a small slit.

These days, Shen Qianche also always runs to this side, she can't let go of this freshly baked and hot little junior brother.

Every time I saw Zhu Jixiu, I would hold him in my arms, shamelessly rubbing those soft fox ears with my cheeks.

Today Zhu Hanshuang happened to be out on business, Shen Qianche sneaked in again, saw Zhu Jixiu sitting on the wicker chair reading a book, immediately walked over to pick up the little Zhu Jixiu.

Shen Qianche: "Senior Brother, Senior Brother will take you to see something good,"

Shen Qianche quietly reached out to the fox's ear.

Shen Qianche: "How is it? Go with senior brother?"

Zhu Jixiu raised his head expressionlessly, glanced at him, then looked away, and continued to look down at the book in his hand.

Obviously not at all interested in the good things he said, Shen Qianche ignored Zhu Jixiu's wishes, directly summoned his own flying sword, and jumped on it with Zhu Jixiu.

Shen Qianche: "Your senior brother, my swordsmanship ranks second among the disciples of our Destiny Sect. Ordinary people don't get this kind of treatment."

Shen Qianche put Zhu Jixiu on the flying sword, and began to brag to his junior brother about how powerful he was.

Zhu Jixiu listened quietly with an indifferent face. After Shen Qianche finally finished all the words that flattered him, he slowly raised his hand to tidy up his rumpled hair, and said indifferently:

Zhu Jixiu: "The second child of ten thousand years."

As soon as these words came out, the smile on Shen Qianche's face froze.

He quickly picked Zhu Jixiu up from the flying sword, and because his junior brother hadn't practiced yet, he desperately rubbed his soft ears.

Shen Qianche: "A mere junior brother! How can you talk to your senior brother? Zhu Jixiu, let me tell you not to love you because of me, you just slander your senior brother like this!"

Zhu Jixiu sneered, tilted his head and snorted disdainfully, he should have bitten down at the beginning, so that this noisy second senior brother could not open his mouth for the rest of his life.

Shen Qianche rubbed Zhu Jixiu's ears for a while, then slowly moved his gaze down, finally landed on Zhu Jixiu's fluffy tail, and swallowed involuntarily.

Shen Qianche: "Well, little junior brother, do you feel..."

Shen Qianche looked up at the sky, but her hands moved down quietly.

Shen Qianche: "The weather today is very good..."

Just when Shen Qianche's hand was about to touch Zhu Jixiu's tail, the fluffy fox tail flicked suddenly, and there was a crisp sound of "snap", Shen Qianche's hand was pulled away by the tail .

Shen Qianche pitifully touched her hand with no red marks, and cried:

Shen Qianche: "Junior brother, my hands are red from your beating!"

Zhu Jixiu glanced away lazily, not wanting to talk to this showman.

Not reconciled, Shen Qianche stretched out her hand in front of Zhu Jixiu.

Shen Qianche: "Why can Master touch, but I can't!"

Hearing this, Zhu Jixiu's eyes tightened, he turned his head uncomfortably, and subconsciously flicked his tail twice.

Perhaps from the moment Zhu Hanshuang gave him his name, Zhu Hanshuang meant something different to him.

No demon would easily tell others his name, let alone let a demon killer give himself a name.

Shen Qianche has always been big-hearted, so he didn't bother with that question anymore. He hugged Zhu Jixiu and said excitedly:

Shen Qianche: "Junior brother, we are almost there, look down!"

Zhu Jixiu lowered his head subconsciously, and the goal he entered was the faint fairy air that was as thin as a cicada's wings. Under that layer of fairy air, flowers of various colors bloomed brilliantly, like colorful clouds that suddenly descended from the sky thousands of miles high. , It's also like the picture scroll that the poets fell when they recited poems.

The famous flowers and plants in the fairy world are all planted in this open space, and every delicate flower blooms extremely brilliantly, competing for beauty and blooming one after another. When the imperial sword is flying, you can still smell the faint fragrance of flowers in the air.

This scene is so beautiful, like a fairyland on earth, it is hard to forget just by looking at it.

Shen Qianche: "This is the famous Bliss Flower Field of our Destiny Sect. I don't know how many pairs of fairy couples are determined for life here!"

Shen Qianche controlled the flying sword and brought Zhu Jixiu down. The closer he got to the flower field, the stronger the pleasant fragrance became.

Shen Qianche: "But why is no one here today? This is not right. In the past, many people came to the flower field to pick flowers..."

Shen Qianche hadn't finished speaking yet, she didn't know what she saw, she suddenly trembled all over her body, pulled Zhu Jixiu over and led him to squat down, the two of them hid furtively in the bushes of flowers middle.

Zhu Jixiu: "?"

Shen Qianche's eyes widened in surprise, he took a deep breath, and stammered at Zhu Jixiu:

Shen Qianche: "Brother... If I read correctly just now, the person in white... should be our teacher, teacher, teacher, master, right?"

Hearing this, Zhu Jixiu's drooping ears suddenly froze, and he looked up into the distance.

In the middle of the flower field, a man in a white brocade robe with black hair hanging loosely on his shoulders, his exquisite facial features surpassed all the delicate flowers around him.

He simply wore a peach blossom jade pendant around his waist, and his slender eyes were raised along his eyebrows, revealing a pool of clear light. The large white piping robe was wrapped around his body, making him look dignified. And elegant.

In this world, there is no second person who is more suitable for white than Zhu Hanshuang.

But in front of him, there was a beautiful woman, that woman was wearing a cloud brocade skirt, on which was embroidered with magpies and plum blossoms, with gamboge thread incense pinching teeth, and underneath was a red brocade inlaid tunic of the same color.

The skin is as white as frost and snow, and its color is as delicate as winter plums, brighter than spring flowers.

These two people are one light, one bright, one white, and one red.

Seen from a distance, they are all people with good temperament and peerless appearance. Being in this romantic flower field, they seem to be a good match.

Shen Qianche sighed, and said to Zhu Jixiu:

Shen Qianche: "I said why there is no one in the flower field today. It turns out that our master and the third elder of the Ewha Palace have reserved the place. They are really talented and beautiful, so they look like a good match."

Zhu Jixiu didn't speak, he quietly looked at a man and a woman not far away who had a great atmosphere across a sea of ​​flowers.

At this moment, the originally extremely dark eyes fell into the abyss. Countless negative emotions that people can't see clearly spread from the eyes like biting vines that eat human flesh and blood.

If Shen Qianche turned around at this time, he would find that Zhu Jixiu's eyes were cautious and terrifying, full of hostility and coldness.

Shen Qianche: "I heard that the third elder of the Ewha Palace is kind to others, and has a very gentle and amiable personality. He has a very good reputation in the world of cultivating immortals. Such a woman can be regarded as worthy of our master..."

Shen Qianche was still thinking about it desperately.

Hearing this, Zhu Jixiu's curly and long eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a dark shadow under his eyes. Because of the mixed blood, the slender pupils shrank and were stained with a deep blood red.

Zhu Jixiu bowed his head, chuckled, the fox ears on his head trembled, and he murmured in a low voice:

Zhu Jixiu: "It's really a good match."

This was the first time that Zhu Jixiu felt the fear of losing Zhu Hanshuang.

It was also the first time for him to suddenly feel that a person as perfect as his own master should be locked and hidden in the attic...

It is the best match that no one can see.