Master, he never speaks

Of course, Zhu Hanshuang can't abandon the male lead, and then kiss me and me sweetly with a certain female cultivator in this romantic flower field.

Leaving aside the four big pits that the system dug for him, any nun can tolerate her future partner not speaking more than 10 words a day, and also has a cold face every day.

And most importantly, the third elder of the Ewha Palace in front of me is in the original book... but the hero's woman!It is the future harem of my little Jixiu!

Ever since Zhu Hanshuang came to this world, she has been strictly demanding that she maintain her personality, and put on a dignified and dignified appearance every day, and she will get used to it after a long time.

He can not easily talk to a female cultivator for the sake of personality, but the premise must be that this female cultivator...she is not the hero's woman!Zhu Hanshuang knew that in the future he might still be stabbed to death by Zhu Jixiu.

But in order to make his death easier in the future, he must first establish a good relationship with his apprentice's harem, so that he might be able to change his fate in the future and escape disaster.

What Zhu Hanshuang doesn't know yet is that in the future he has indeed changed his destiny.

He didn't die, but faced something more tormenting than death.

Time flies, and three years later.

Zhu Hanshuang came out of the Ewha Palace and rushed towards her residence without stopping.

Zhu Hanshuang: I don't know what Xiao Jixiu is doing at this time, maybe he is still nestling in the rattan chair and reading.

Zhu Hanshuang personally made that wicker chair for him. In order not to lose her appearance as a flower in the high mountains in front of Zhu Jixiu, Zhu Hanshuang tossed the wicker chair little by little under the moonlight in the dark.

The wicker chairs are ugly and twisted in many places, making it uncomfortable for people to lie on.

So when Zhu Hanshuang gave the rattan chair to Zhu Jixiu, she was still so indifferent on the surface, but in fact she was very nervous.

After Zhu Jixiu received the gift, he stared at the jagged wicker chair for a long time, and finally raised his head and asked Zhu Hanshuang:

Zhu Jixiu: "Did Master make it for me?"

Zhu Hanshuang didn't want to admit it very much, but under the male lead's gaze, she nodded slightly.

Hearing this, Zhu Jixiu suddenly laughed.

It wasn't such a bright smile, but the corners of his mouth were raised slightly, showing a faint smile.

The smile is not big, but it is very good-looking. Coupled with his pair of soft fox ears, he is quite innocent and juvenile.

Xiao Jixiu raised his hand, his slender fingers gently caressed the raised area of ​​the wicker chair, his eyes were also stained with a little smile.

It was as if a ray of sunlight had shone in from the bottom of the dark valley, small but bright.

This is the first time Zhu Jixiu smiled at Zhu Hanshuang.

Zhu Jixiu: "I am very happy."

The little boy raised his head, his lips were red and his teeth were white. The black gown made his skin white and translucent. There seemed to be tiny broken stars in his usually unmoving eyes, and he opened his mouth softly to tell Zhu Hanshuang the joy in his mouth.

Zhu Jixiu: Because Master made it for me, I am very happy.

It was rare to see Zhu Jixiu so happy, but Zhu Hanshuang was embarrassed. The rattan chair he made was not only ugly, but also uncomfortable to lie on, but his apprentice gave him face like this.

The joy Zhu Jixiu spoke of was not just a simple talk. From that day on, he really regarded the rattan chair as his treasure, and he would sit on it every day whether he was free or not.

Shen Qianche wanted to touch the wicker chair, so he slapped the opponent's hand with his fox tail.

Very baby.

This made Zhu Hanshuang feel even more guilty, so early this morning, he ran to the Bliss Flower Field beside the Ewha Palace to pick nectar and morning dew.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't be the one to do this kind of thing, the sect would send disciples to the Ewha Palace every day to pick these two things.

But Zhu Hanshuang was unwilling.

Picking it yourself and picking it for you are completely different concepts.

One is genuine and the other is false.

He wants to give Zhu Jixiu the best, and Zhu Jixiu deserves the best.

So Zhu Hanshuang didn't want to take the ready-made nectar and morning dew to Zhu Jixiu, but took advantage of the light of the sky to go to the Bliss Flower Field of the Ewha Palace to pick it by herself.

Unexpectedly, she happened to meet Li Su, the third elder of the Ewha Palace.

In the original book, Li Su is the third woman of the male protagonist. She and the male protagonist met in this flower field at the beginning, and Zhu Hanshuang happened to meet today.

If it's an ordinary female cultivator, Zhu Hanshuang can ignore it, but who made Li Su the hero's woman?

So Zhu Hanshuang had no choice but to get along with Li Su for a while with a paralyzed face, and finally said goodbye to Li Su, wishing Hanshuang a relaxed life.

But he didn't know that what he did just now was being monitored by Zhu Jixiu. Now Zhu Hanshuang had no idea that he no longer had any freedom at all. His every move was under the surveillance of Zhu Jixiu, even the system None of them noticed Zhu Jixiu's surveillance.

When he returned to the small courtyard, he saw Zhu Jixiu lying on his back in the wicker chair.

After hearing the news of his return, Zhu Jixiu looked away from the medical book and stared at Zhu Hanshuang calmly.

It's really peaceful.

It's just too calm.

Zhu Hanshuang stopped walking, stood at the door and looked at Zhu Jixiu from afar, feeling somewhat guilty for some reason, and dared not go in.

On the contrary, Zhu Jixiu's tone was light, and he asked him first:

Zhu Jixiu: "Master, you are back."

Zhu Hanshuang's throat tightened, she nodded her head, and stared at the ground with her slender eyelids half-drawn guilty.

Zhu Jixiu: "I really like the wicker chair that Master made for me..."

Zhu Jixiu's thin white fingers gently stroked the wicker chair he was sitting on, and when he touched the raised place, his words changed again:

Zhu Jixiu: "But this wicker chair is really a bit hard."

Zhu Hanshuang blinked her eyelashes even more guiltyly. Although her face was still cold, her light-colored thin lips pursed uncomfortably.

Zhu Jixiu: "Master, come here,"

Zhu Jixiu supported his chin with one hand, leaned lazily on the wicker chair, and hooked Zhu Hanshuang with his fingertips.

He is just 15 years old this year, at the time when he is the most youthful, with a smooth complexion, slightly parted red lips, coupled with the pair of silver fox ears and dangling fox tail, he really looks a bit like Charming vixen.

Zhu Hanshuang's light-white fingertips trembled, stood there for a while, and finally raised her foot and walked towards Zhu Jixiu.

In the end, he stood in front of Zhu Ji's self-cultivation.

Zhu Jixiu: "This rattan chair is so hard that I am really uncomfortable, but it seems that Master made it, and I never said anything."

Zhu Jixiu raised his fingers, seemingly casually pinching the belt around Zhu Hanshuang's waist.

He lowered his eyes lazily, his voice was a little cold when he spoke, and his index finger slowly wrapped around the slender belt.

Carelessly circled and circled.

Zhu Jixiu's action just happened to be stuck at the point between randomness and crossing the boundary.

Zhu Hanshuang just lowered her head to think of a way, and didn't notice Zhu Jixiu's little move that was too out of bounds.

Zhu Hanshuang: "Soft cushion."

In the end, he looked up at Zhu Jixiu slightly, and uttered two words in a cold and hoarse voice.

Zhu Jixiu lived with Zhu Hanshuang for a period of time, so of course he understood what his master wanted to express.

But today he was in a bad mood, and he didn't intend to fulfill his master's wish.

Zhu Jixiu: "I don't want cushions, if I really want something..."

Zhu Jixiu's arm suddenly exerted strength, and he half-supported himself.

His handsome face with a bit of youthfulness came close to Zhu Hanshuang's eyes, his long and narrow Danfeng eyes slightly raised, and he said in a hoarse voice:

Zhu Jixiu: "I want Master's gown."

As soon as the words fell, the fingers wrapped around Zhu Hanshuang's belt lightly hooked, and the slender belt slid down along with the waistline and hit the ground.

The snow-white coat rolled down along the curve of Zhu Hanshuang's body, and a small piece of white and smooth skin between his neck was exposed in front of Zhu Jixiu's eyes.

It can be said to be... extremely bold.