Master, he never speaks

Zhu Hanshuang really repaired the kitchen for Zhu Ji. He has never made ciba, but he vaguely remembered some ciba methods.

Fortunately, the kitchen has everything needed for glutinous rice cakes. Zhu Hanshuang's hand, which was used to kill monsters and monsters, was carelessly and skillfully kneading the soft glutinous rice balls.

And Zhu Jixiu was standing at the door of the kitchen, staring at Zhu Hanshuang's clumsy movements without blinking, the corners of his mouth slowly raised unconsciously, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes.

The originally unpopular Jiange, but the smoke of ordinary people's cooking is floating in the sky.

It seems that the combination of immortality and fireworks has turned into a particularly wonderful existence.

And Zhu Hanshuang, who was respected as the number one swordsman in the world, was standing in front of the dark stove, with a rare childlike distress on his face, which had always had little emotional fluctuations.

The fire inside the stove was really too big, Zhu Hanshuang had never lit a fire before, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and he didn't know what to do when he stood in front of the stove.

He didn't even know that the corner of his white clothes was stained with dust beside the stove.

Looking at Zhu Hanshuang like this, Zhu Jixiu couldn't help tilting his head and chuckling.

His family's master is the most clean on weekdays, and his white clothes are always spotless.

But such a master who loves cleanliness, but because he made glutinous rice cakes for him, he didn't even know that his white shirt was covered with dust.

Zhu Jixiu likes this kind of Zhu Hanshuang, who is full of fireworks, who will be distressed like a child, clumsy and cute.

It's not the number one sword god in Kyushu who always wears a perfect shell and stands high and unattainable in the eyes of everyone.

Zhu Jixiu is really bad.

He could obviously help Zhu Hanshuang solve the problem of the stove quickly, but at this moment, he folded his arms and leaned lazily against the kitchen door, staring at his master's frantic movements.

Zhu Hanshuang didn't know that Zhu Jixiu was full of bad water, and after finally solving the stove problem, he was relieved.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes that were steamed by the mist, suddenly a hand came across from the side and held his white wrist tightly.

Zhu Jixiu: "Master, don't wipe it, your hands are dirty."

Zhu Jixiu was much shorter than Zhu Hanshuang, he stood on tiptoe, and gently swept Zhu Hanshuang's wet eyes with his fingertips.

When he was leaving, he raised his index finger and scratched the bridge of the master's straight nose with a slightly intimate gesture.

Zhu Hanshuang: "?"

Zhu Jixiu took his hand back and hid it behind his back. He rubbed the fingertips that touched the end of Zhu Hanshuang's eyes just now, and said softly.

Zhu Jixiu: "Master's nose is covered with glutinous rice flour."

Zhu Hanshuang believed it, he rubbed the fox ears on top of Zhu Jixiu's head, then stretched out his fingertips and tapped his forehead, signaling for Zhu Jixiu to go outside and wait for him.

Zhu Jixiu was obedient this time, when he left the kitchen door, he brought over the wicker chair that Zhu Hanshuang had made for him, and placed it facing the kitchen door.

The ugly wicker chair was still covered with the white long gown that he took away from his master yesterday.

Then Zhu Jixiu lay down on the bed, did nothing else, just stared at Zhu Hanshuang with his big eyes open.

In the end, staring at Zhu Hanshuang couldn't take it anymore, the master randomly took out a book from his storage ring and threw it into Zhu Jixiu's arms.

Zhu Jixiu hugged the book, looked away, the fox ears on his head moved, nestled in the wicker chair, and opened the book as he comfortably pillowed on his master's clothes.

I don't know how long it took, Zhu Hanshuang finally made a pot of glutinous rice cakes.

But when he saw what the glutinous rice cakes he made looked like, he became even more silent.

This is not glutinous rice cake, but rather glutinous rice cake.

It's not sticky, it's not a ball, it's ugly.

Zhu Jixiu: "Done?"

Zhu Jixiu walked into the kitchen, just about to take a look at the glutinous rice cakes, when Zhu Hanshuang covered his eyes.

Zhu Jixiu tilted his head for a moment.

Zhu Jixiu: "Master?"

Where Zhu Jixiu couldn't see, Zhu Hanshuang's eyes glanced away with some guilt, and it took a long time before she opened her mouth to speak.

Zhu Hanshuang: "Ugly."

Hearing this, Zhu Jixiu raised his hand and grabbed Zhu Hanshuang's wrist, with a faint smile on his lips.

Zhu Jixiu: "Well, I know."

Zhu Jixiu: My master can't even raise the stove, how can he cook?

Not to mention making glutinous rice cakes with a high degree of difficulty.

He pulled away Zhu Hanshuang's hand, lifted the lid and looked around, and saw the glutinous rice cakes that were so muddy that they couldn't support the wall, one of them couldn't help laughing:

Zhu Jixiu: "Pfft."

Zhu Hanshuang suddenly felt ashamed. He was the number one sword god in Kyushu to cook himself, and it took him a long time to make such a pot of glutinous rice cakes with his clothes dirty. Only he knew the hard work!

He knew how ugly the glutinous rice cakes he made were, but he didn't expect that Zhu Jixiu would be so disrespectful to him and laugh out loud in public.

Thinking of this, Zhu Hanshuang's petty temper also came up. He flicked his sleeves, snorted softly, and walked out of the door with a cold face.

Leaving Zhu Jixiu standing in front of the pot alone.

It wasn't until the back of his master disappeared at the corner of the corridor that Zhu Jixiu picked up some glutinous rice cakes with chopsticks, and stuffed them directly into his mouth, which wasn't too hot.

Although the glutinous rice cakes are a bit ugly, they taste good.

It was ten million times better than anything he had ever eaten.

Zhu Hanshuang made a total of 5 sticky glutinous rice cakes, all of which were eaten clean by Zhu Jixiu.

After eating the glutinous rice cakes, he consciously cleaned the disaster-like kitchen, then wiped his hands and went to Zhu Hanshuang's room.

Master had just finished taking a shower, and was leaning against the bed in a thin underwear, with water dripping from his hair.

Zhu Jixiu's eyes darkened, he went to get a clean towel, went to sit down beside Zhu Hanshuang, and helped Zhu Hanshuang wipe his wet hair.

Zhu Hanshuang calmed down a long time ago, he supported his chin with one hand and glanced at Zhu Jixiu, with a casual and lazy posture.

In the open collar is a large area of ​​fair and smooth skin, and the cheeks are no longer as pale as before because they just took a bath, and there is a bit of pink mixed in.

Zhu Jixiu's eyes seemed to scan Zhu Hanshuang from head to toe unintentionally, hiding the emotions in his eyes very well.

Zhu Jixiu: "I have finished eating all the glutinous rice cakes made by the master. Next time, the master will make it for me, okay?"

Zhu Jixiu's fingers shuttled between Zhu Hanshuang's black hair, and his fingertips lovingly rubbed the soft hair tip.

Hearing this, Zhu Hanshuang snorted lightly, as if he had agreed, and after a while he turned around and looked at Zhu Jixiu and said.

Zhu Hanshuang: "Tomorrow, learn to sword."

Zhu Jixiu paused for a while, then raised his head in surprise and asked:

Zhu Jixiu: "Learning sword? Do you learn from Master?"

After all, Zhu Hanshuang is the number one sword god in Kyushu, and there is no better teacher in this world than him.

But who would have thought that Zhu Hanshuang shook his head, took the towel in his hand and wiped it himself, and rarely said a few more words:

Zhu Hanshuang: "Your senior brother."

As soon as this remark came out, the smile on Zhu Jixiu's face changed immediately. He raised the fox ears on his head and asked:

Zhu Jixiu: "Didn't you teach me yourself, Master?"

Of course Zhu Hanshuang wants to teach Zhu Jixiu himself, but he can only speak 10 words a day.

Even if Zhu Jixiu is smarter and more beautiful, it is impossible for Zhu Hanshuang to learn exquisite swordsmanship under Zhu Hanshuang's daily teaching of only 10 words.

It's not that Zhu Hanshuang doesn't want to teach Zhu Jixiu, but that he can't.

Seeing that Zhu Hanshuang just bowed his head in thought and didn't speak, Zhu Jixiu misunderstood Zhu Hanshuang's meaning.

Zhu Jixiu: "Master, do you still dislike me for being half-human and demon, that's why you don't want to teach me yourself?"

Hearing this, Zhu Hanshuang was anxious, he raised his head quickly, and just opened his mouth to spit out a word...

Zhu Hanshuang: "I..."

[I didn't mean that. 】

But apart from the word "I", Zhu Hanshuang couldn't say any of the following words.

The system's guilty voice echoed in his mind.

System: [Frost...that...you have run out of 10 words for today...]

As soon as this remark came out, Zhu Hanshuang was taken aback.

He didn't expect to use up ten words so quickly today.

If you want to talk again, you can only wait until tomorrow.

Zhu Jixiu looked at Zhu Hanshuang quietly, his eyes were as dark as night, although his eyes were calm, there was a turbulent wave that was about to turn up under the calmness.

He was waiting for Zhu Hanshuang to give him an explanation, even if it was just a simple "no".

but.

Zhu Hanshuang didn't say anything to him, but looked at him with inexplicable emotion.

After a long while, just when Zhu Hanshuang was about to hold his hand and write something on it, Zhu Jixiu was finally tired. He half lowered his eyes, and the fox ears and tail drooped down together.

Zhu Hanshuang was in a hurry, he quickly grabbed Zhu Jixiu's hand, just about to write on the other's hand...

Unexpectedly, Zhu Jixiu would shake his hand away.

Zhu Jixiu: "I understand."

Zhu Jixiu raised his eyes, his eyes were always smiling these few days, at this moment he seemed to be back to the first day when Zhu Hanshuang saw him.

Empty and full of darkness.

Indifference and alienation.

Zhu Hanshuang looked at her hand that was thrown away by Zhu Jixiu in disbelief, her heart shrank suddenly and felt a pain.

Zhu Jixiu: "Master, the disciple is not feeling well, please leave first."

Zhu Jixiu respectfully saluted Zhu Hanshuang with an incomparably perfect standard.

This was the first time he saluted Zhu Hanshuang since he entered the Jiange. There was no smile on his face, but the indifference in his eyes.

After saluting, Zhu Jixiu turned around and walked out the door without hesitation, standing up straight.

Never looked back once.

When the door closed with a "click", Zhu Hanshuang subconsciously wanted to call Zhu Jixiu's name...

But he couldn't utter a single word.

This was the first time Zhu Hanshuang hated the hole the system dug for him.