Master, he never speaks

Mu Ying: "When did it happen? Why didn't I know? It turns out that during the time I was away, the junior brother already liked someone?!"

Mu Ying's eyes widened in disbelief, because she still understood Zhu Jixiu's temperament. With Zhu Jixiu's temperament, it is already a miracle that he can like others, let alone truly like someone.

Mu Ying turned her head to look at Zhu Jixiu who was full of smiles, and then at Zhu Hanshuang who was still blushing. At a certain moment, she keenly sensed something was wrong, but with her weak love experience , that something wrong quickly disappeared.

Mu Ying: "Hey, little junior brother, can you tell me more about the person you like? We are all one family. If you really marry that woman in the future, it will be a complete family." I'm dead, so it doesn't matter if you tell me a little bit now!"

Mu Ying is willing to stop eating now, her inner gossip is completely aroused by Zhu Jixiu's words, now she is scratching her head and scratching her head, she just wants to know who the person Zhu Jixiu likes is.

Hearing this, Zhu Jixiu chuckled lightly, poking his chopsticks at the plate one after another, resting his chin with one hand, and glanced at Zhu Hanshuang with a vague look, his eyes fixed on the embarrassment of his master's neck. The red place stayed for a few more seconds, and smiled meaningfully.

Zhu Jixiu: "That's it, since Senior Sister wants to hear, let me think about it..."

Hearing this, Zhu Hanshuang became nervous all over. He was afraid that Zhu Ji would say in front of Mu Ying that the one he liked was not a woman, and that the person he liked was her most respected master, and then he would put Her most respected master has brewed sauce several times.

Zhu Hanshuang couldn't imagine what kind of shocked expression Mu Ying would have on her face when she heard the news, and how she would turn Jiange upside down.

Zhu Hanshuang's rare nervousness obviously stabbed Zhu Jixiu's excitement, he likes to see all kinds of different emotions from his master's face and body, it will make him very excited, I was so excited that I couldn't control the bad thoughts in my mind.

Mu Ying: "Yeah, little brother, tell me a little more, hurry up, tell me a little more!"

Zhu Jixiu: "As for him, he looks really good-looking, and his waist is also very soft, soft and white, and the most important thing is that he is very flexible..."

Hearing a click, Zhu Hanshuang abruptly broke the chopsticks in his hand. He took a deep breath and threw the chopsticks on the dining table expressionlessly.

Mu Ying: "???!!!"

Mu Ying: "Master, what's the matter? There is still a pair of clean chopsticks here, use them for you!"

Mu Ying stuffed the chopsticks into Zhu Hanshuang's hands, then continued to turn her body around, put her head close to Zhu Jixiu's side, and asked excitedly:

Mu Ying: "Hurry up, little junior brother! Let's go on! I didn't expect, little junior brother, I haven't seen you for a while, have you started to be so bold? You even touch someone's waist, tsk tsk tsk, I really didn't expect Ah, you are such a person!"

Mu Ying: "But your senior sister and I are not petty and corrupt people, and we are very open to this kind of thing, so please tell me who that person is, junior brother, and I will give you a gift of tens of millions of gold. Guaranteed to make the other party's family dare not say a word 'no'."

Zhu Jixiu: "Then I will tell you a little bit more, Senior Sister..."

As soon as this remark came out, Zhu Hanshuang almost broke the second chopstick. He took another deep breath and asked the little system to play "The Great Compassion Mantra" in his heart.

Zhu Jixiu: "I found out that I really, really, really like him. I can't bear not seeing him or touching his hands for a day. Sister, tell me, why do I like someone so much?"

When Zhu Hanshuang, a straight man, heard this, his whole body was almost at the bottom of the cracks, especially Mu Ying was nodding frequently while listening to Zhu Jixiu, as if she had already watched the live broadcast , especially with Zhu Jixiu.

Zhu Jixiu: "Also, let me tell you, senior sister, he is also very easy to be shy, really easy to be shy, and his skin is very fair, when he is shy, his face will appear a nice thin red, I am very Love seeing him when he's shy."

Mu Ying: "Oh oh oh, isn't the situation you mentioned just like the blush on our master's face?"

Mu Ying: "Master, are you hot? Why is your face so red?"

Mu Ying said such a sentence jokingly, Zhu Jixiu didn't have much reaction, and looked at Zhu Hanshuang with a smile, but Zhu Hanshuang exploded on the spot instantly.

His face was dyed a seductive red, and then when Mu Ying was not paying attention, he raised his foot under the table and kicked Zhu Jixiu viciously.

Zhu Jixiu snorted, and frowned in pain. Seeing that Zhu Hanshuang was really in a hurry, Zhu Jixiu hurriedly admitted his mistake, and the eyes of the little wolf cub instantly turned into a gentle deer, aggrieved , waved his hand and said to Mu Ying:

Zhu Jixiu: "Okay, okay, senior sister, I won't tell you more, and you will know in the future."

Mu Ying: "Really... really can't we talk a little more?"

Mu Ying was particularly curious about who Zhu Jixiu liked. The spirit of gossip hadn't gone away yet, but seeing that Zhu Jixiu had no desire to continue talking, she had no choice but to curl her lips and sit back. On his own seat, he picked up his chopsticks and started cooking.

The Guangyao Grand Ceremony requires all sects to be present three days in advance, but the Destiny Sect, as the number one sect in the mainland, has the right and confidence to arrive later than others, so they can make sufficient preparations.

So Mu Ling gave the order that the disciples of the Destiny Sect can leave after seven days. During this period, they must be well prepared, and they must not lose face and embarrass their own sect.

During these seven days, Mu Ying didn't plan to go out to roam anymore, after Shen Qianche left, his small bamboo house became empty, so Mu Ying moved to sleep in Shen Qianche's small bamboo house for the time being.

In the evening, as usual, Zhu Jixiu wiped Zhu Hanshuang's hair while leaning against the bed. This was his favorite thing to do on weekdays, and when he was about to rest at night, he would dry Zhu Hanshuang's hair with his own hands.

Zhu Hanshuang thought it was nothing before, but now he was under a lot of pressure and complicated. He pursed his lips, hesitated again and again, and finally said:

Zhu Hanshuang: "If I..."

If I kill you, will you hate me?

Zhu Jixiu didn't hear clearly. He was concentrating on brushing Zhu Hanshuang's hair. After hearing Zhu Hanshuang's words, he asked with some doubts:

Zhu Jixiu: "Master, what's wrong?"

With this interruption, Zhu Hanshuang didn't have the courage to say it. He closed his eyes and shook his head slowly.

How could she not hate him.