Master, he never speaks

At that moment, Zhu Jixiu's heart softened completely.

How could his master be so cute.

He is so cute that Zhu Jixiu wants to hide him, in bed, in the bottom of his heart, where no one can find him, so that no one can see his master.

His heart was broken by Zhu Hanshuang last night, and now it was like being soaked in a jar of honey, the sweetness penetrated into his bones, and his whole body became numb.

The expression on Zhu Jixiu's face softened, and the corners of his mouth could not help but rise slightly, revealing a slight smile.

With a "puchi", two fluffy silver ears appeared on the top of the little boy's head.

Zhu Jixiu raised his feet and walked towards his master, the ears on his head were like seduction, and the tips of the small and delicate ears trembled from time to time.

Zhu Hanshuang's eyes straightened immediately, staring at the pair of soft triangular ears, she couldn't help rubbing her fingertips.

Zhu Hanshuang: I want to masturbate, it's so cute!

Zhu Jixiu stood in front of the master, lowered his head slightly and leaned forward, stretched his fluffy little ears to Zhu Hanshuang's eyes, and said with a smile:

Zhu Jixiu: "Master, touch."

At such a young age, the innate skills of being a vixen were already maxed out.

After Zhu Hanshuang stared at the little ear that moved back and forth for three seconds, he wanted to be more reserved, but in the end he was defeated. He slowly raised his hand to pinch the left one, and began to knead it skillfully.

The system snorted coldly, hating iron for not becoming a steel road:

System: [Wish Frost!Look at you, it is enough to cook for him early in the morning, and now you are still succumbing to the cuteness of this little vixen, you are not worthy...]

Before the system finished speaking, Zhu Hanshuang directly blocked it.

Zhu Jixiu: "Master, can you feed me?"

The young man raised his eyes, nodded and smiled slightly, the depth and darkness faded from the slanted eyes, and the light gradually rose. The small light was like a bright light lit in the distance at night, bright and dazzling.

This was the first time Zhu Hanshuang saw Zhu Jixiu wash away the haze.

Just as he thought, it is an existence that is more dazzling than Galaxy.

His little Jixiu should be like this, he would raise his head, prick up his little fox ears, look at him with a smile, and call him "Master" sweetly with his mouth open.

Instead of killing people like hemp, with empty eyes, living like a walking corpse every day, and dreaming at night only in darkness and abyss, as described in the original book.

Zhu Hanshuang lowered her eyes, stared at the smiling young man in front of her for three seconds, then raised her hand indulgently, and handed the cute little fox-shaped rake to Zhu Jixiu's mouth.

Zhu Jixiu opened his mouth obediently, took Zhu Hanshuang's hand, and ate the rake mouthful.

In the end, he still did not forget to stick out the tip of his tongue and lick off the powdered sugar on Zhu Hanshuang's fingertips.

Just like that, the master and apprentice who were still heartbroken last night, wishing to pinch each other's neck and ask "why" frantically, are now reconciled as before, even stickier than before.

It should be said that Zhu Jixiu is stickier than before and Zhu Hanshuang.

Zhu Hanshuang didn't speak, so he took the initiative to talk to Zhu Hanshuang.

Zhu Hanshuang didn't smile, so he supported his chin with one hand, tilted his head to look at Zhu Hanshuang and smiled.

No matter what angle you look at from your own master, he is the best looking.

So the next day, when Shen Qianche came to the yard, he saw Zhu Hanshuang sitting in a rattan chair reading a book, and Zhu Jixiu was sitting on another small wooden stool, staring at Zhu Hanshuang without blinking.

Shen Qianche felt a little sour.

Why can he just stay in his dilapidated cabin every day, watching the peach blossoms all over the mountain and drinking alcohol.

But his master and junior brother can stick together sticky, like a pair of newly married mandarin ducks, inseparable.

Thinking of this, Shen Qianche felt angry and resentful, raised her head and said loudly:

Shen Qianche: "Zhu Jixiu! Come and practice your sword!"

The one who shouted was full of momentum, which alarmed the cranes drinking water by the yard, and scared them to spread their wings and fly into the sky.

But Zhu Hanshuang and Zhu Jixiu completely ignored Shen Qianche as if they couldn't hear them.

Zhu Jixiu raised his hand, poured another cup of tea for Zhu Hanshuang, and handed it to him.

The master who got up early and only wore a white long gown reached out to take it. After taking a sip, he put the teacup back on the table contentedly.

The two teachers and apprentices have a peaceful meaning, and there is a touch of warmth in their joy and harmony.

Shen Qianche: "..."

Just when Zhu Jixiu was about to pour tea for Zhu Hanshuang, Shen Qianche couldn't stand it any longer. He walked quickly to the side of his junior brother, picked up the purple sand teapot, and drank it from the mouth of the bottle.

Zhu Jixiu raised his head and looked at Shen Qianche silently, his eyes were dark.

Shen Qianche coughed, and solemnly took out an ordinary wooden sword from her storage bag, handed it to Zhu Jixiu, and said:

Shen Qianche: "Little junior brother, come here, senior brother will teach you a very powerful sword technique!"

After finishing speaking, Shen Qianche raised his sword and moved. He had to say that his second senior brother who always had indirect convulsions was worthy of being the chief disciple, and his swordsmanship attainment was definitely far ahead among his peers.

I saw a piercing sword light flashing across the air, as if trying to cut through the air, and there was a piercing sword whistling in my ears.

The heroic spirit competes with the clouds to dance the sword, and the wild and unrestrained want to be a fairy. (Excerpt from the Internet)

The dense sword shadow passed Zhu Jixiu's eyes, and it was obvious that Shen Qianche just raised his hand and swung the sword casually, and it could be seen that his swordsmanship was definitely not as casual as he seemed.

After playing with the sword, Shen Qianche gracefully pulled up a sword flower, put the sword behind her back, looked down at Zhu Jixiu and showed off:

Shen Qianche: "Junior brother, can you see how many swords I swung just now?"

Ordinary people can only see the sword on the surface. In fact, Shen Qianche swung the sword too fast, and it was finally classified as a sword.

This shameless second senior brother thought complacently that his junior brother loves bad farts all day long, and today he will regain his face as a senior brother. He doesn't believe that people like the junior junior brother who have just cultivated immortals will never be able to see him A total of 33 swings...

Zhu Jixiu looked at him expressionlessly, and said:

Zhu Jixiu: "33 swords."

Shen Qianche's smug smile froze around her mouth.

Shen Qianche: Hmm?

Shen Qianche: I always feel that... there seems to be something wrong with the script?

Shen Qianche: "Junior Junior Brother, I will give you another chance!"

Shen Qianche felt that he had been slapped in the face. He originally wanted to pretend to be bullying in front of Zhu Jixiu, but he didn't pretend to be bullying, and his face was swollen.

Shen Qianche: "Master once said that when speaking your answer, you must ask yourself again and again whether the answer you blurted out is right or not!"

Shen Qianche bent down, put both hands on Zhu Jixiu's shoulders, and said seriously:

Shen Qianche: "Senior Brother, Senior Brother will give you another chance."

Zhu Jixiu looked at him indifferently.

Zhu Jixiu: "33 swords."

The little fox gave the correct answer again, and pulled Shen Qianche's hand away with his tail in disgust, and said impatiently:

Zhu Jixiu: "Do you teach me or not? If you don't teach me, let Master find someone else."

joke!How can the vision of the monster race be comparable to that of the human race?