Master, he never speaks

Li Xian'er spit out the wine. The Saintess of the Pear Blossom Palace, who has always been synonymous with dignity and elegance, no longer cared about those cumbersome etiquette. She bent down in embarrassment and coughed softly. I wondered if there was something wrong with my ears just now.

Li Xian'er: "Cough cough cough..."

Li Xian'er covered her mouth, raised her eyes to look at Zhu Jixiu, and then found that the black soul part of Zhu Jixiu's body was jumping excitedly, like licking ice cream, rubbing against the other half again and again The white soul is so exciting to lick!

At this time, Li Xian'er finally understood why Zhu Jixiu's soul was different from ordinary people, why half of his soul was black and the other half was white. When Zu's words were heard, the truth surfaced.

Li Xian'er: [Zhu Jixiu's soul was originally an extremely evil pure black, but in the process of getting along with Zhu Hanshuang, because he was too eager for Zhu Hanshuang...]

Li Xian'er: [So the soul splits automatically, and half of it turns into pure white. The pure white symbolizes that Zhu Hanshuang's image in Zhu Jixiu's heart is supreme. 】

Therefore, whenever Zhu Jixiu's mood fluctuates too much, the extremely evil black is like licking ice cream, licking and rubbing against the white soul, rubbing the white soul every time. Miserably, half of the water has shrunk.

After the black soul rubbed enough, it let go of the white soul, and then filled a part of its own body to the white soul, waiting for the next time the white soul became richer, and then continued rubbing by itself.

Li Xian'er: [Could it be that in reality, something that my master can't get, rubbing hard on the soul? 】

Li Xian'er finally regained her strength now, she helped her forehead helplessly, and when she looked at Zhu Jixiu again, there was a trace of fear in her eyes, she felt that Zhu Jixiu was really terrible, not everyone could do it Split your soul in two.

Zhu Jixiu: "What? Do you think it's ridiculous?"

Zhu Jixiu looked back, his dark red eyes were a little drunk, but he looked very sober. He was not surprised when he saw Li Xianer's reaction, because in the eyes of the world, one day is a teacher. Father for life.

To have dirty and obscene thoughts about one's master is extremely disrespectful in the minds of decent people, not to mention that his master is the number one swordsman in the world who looks like a flower of a high mountain.

Li Xian'er: "...I didn't find it ridiculous or ridiculous."

Li Xian'er gradually regained her composure, she sighed softly, and understood why Zhu Jixiu cared so much about Su Yu, an outer disciple. Although she was a little shocked, these things had nothing to do with her, a saint of Lihua Palace. Women don't matter much.

Li Xian'er bowed her head and pondered for a while, organized her words in her mind, and hesitated for a long time. Although this matter had nothing to do with her, she was curious, and finally asked Zhu Jixiu:

Li Xian'er: "Then you and your master... how are you doing now?"

As soon as this remark came out, Li Xian'er immediately understood that she was stepping on thunder, and saw the black soul in Zhu Jixiu's body instantly tumbling, like a ball of living flames, and the black flames moved sideways little by little. The son's white soul approached.

Zhu Jixiu: "What about me and him?"

Zhu Jixiu seemed to think of something in his mind. He lowered his head and smiled softly. The twilight was getting darker, thousands of lights in the world were lit up, and the small fiery red lanterns on the izakaya were also hung up. On Zhu Jixiu's side face, a bit of gloom was added.

Zhu Jixiu: "...how could I be worthy of him, he is my master, the number one swordsman in the world, and I am just the son of a lowly fox demon, how could I be worthy of him."

After saying these words, Zhu Jixiu took the jug and poured it into his mouth. The transparent and spicy wine slid down his neck and wet the front of his chest. He coughed softly After a moment, emotions rolled in his eyes.

Zhu Jixiu: "I should not be worthy of him."

If it wasn't for seeing Zhu Jixiu's soul, Li Xian'er would have believed it. At this time, the black part of Zhu Jixiu's soul began to lick that poor white soul, squeezing the white soul into the In the small corner, it's like a bandit occupying a good woman and man!

Li Xian'er: "If Junior Brother Su Yu is really Senior Zhu Hanshuang, when I went to see him today, I felt that he also has affection for you..."

Li Xian'er: "Isn't liking that kind of thing? Since you like him so much..."

I like to split my soul into two, cut out a part abruptly, and fill in the position that belongs to Zhu Hanshuang in my heart, making Zhu Hanshuang unique.

Li Xian'er: "Then don't be afraid of the difficulties and setbacks encountered in the process. As long as two people's hearts are still connected, even if they are going in opposite directions, when you look back, you can find each other's figure in each other's eyes."

After Li Xian'er finished saying this, she picked up the small wine cup and toasted Zhu Jixiu. This time, instead of pecking in small sips, she drank it all in one gulp.

Li Xian'er: "Don't let yourself regret it."

After she finished saying this, the room fell silent, Zhu Jixiu stopped drinking, the sunset gradually darkened, the night sky was gradually swallowed by darkness, and then lit up by thousands of lights in the world, outside It is the sound of summer cicadas.

Zhu Jixiu: "...It's long-winded."

After a while, Zhu Jixiu's voice was low and hoarse. He stood up from the window, glanced sideways at Li Xian'er, and said that she was long-winded, but the black part of his soul quieted down.

Zhu Jixiu: "Let's go first."

Zhu Jixiu waved his hand and walked towards the door. He didn't seem to be in a hurry, but he walked forward like flying. Suddenly, Zhu Jixiu felt that he was ridiculous.

If Zhu Hanshuang is really acting and treats him like a dog, it can only be said that it has been so many years. Zhu Hanshuang's acting skills are really good, and he is really good to him as a dog.

That day, Zhu Jixiu was dazzled by anger and jealousy. After he calmed down for a few days, when he recalled what Zhu Hanshuang said that day, not only did he no longer feel sad, but on the contrary, he opened up a bit.

He really believed what Zhu Hanshuang said.

Zhu Jixiu: "So what if Master calls me the son of a lowly fox demon? What if he treats me like a dog?"

Zhu Jixiu: "How can I not know how good he has been to me after raising me so much?"

Zhu Jixiu has figured it out, and he is very indifferent to his own blood, which is half human and half a demon. It doesn't matter if he is a human or a demon. As long as Zhu Hanshuang doesn't care and doesn't dislike him, Zhu Jixiu doesn't need to care about others at all. feel.

Zhu Jixiu: "Master..."

Zhu Jixiu can't wait to see Zhu Hanshuang now, no matter how Zhu Hanshuang punishes him, this time he has no complaints.

So what about the sweetheart's dog, he wished Jixiu willingly, and regarded Zhu Hanshuang as a bright and bright moon.