Master, he never speaks

Mu Ying knew that what she said was a bit too cruel, Zhu Jixiu's importance to her and the master was unquestionable, but what did Wen Yunsheng do wrong?

Mu Ying: "..."

At least in Mu Ying's view, Wen Yunsheng is a good boy, stubborn and old-fashioned, but clean enough and innocent enough, such a person is rare in this world, and he is also the most cherished kind of person.

Wen Yunsheng: "..."

Sure enough, after hearing Mu Ying's words, Wen Yunsheng's eyes turned red. He lowered his head and looked at Mu Ying's mud-stained skirt, not crying or fussing, but shedding tears silently. People can't help but feel soft-hearted.

Mu Ying: "You..."

Mu Ying knew that she had hurt Wen Yunsheng's heart just now, no one likes being compared by others, Wen Yunsheng's child is no worse than Zhu Jixiu, the fault is that he appeared too late.

It's not just the master who is late, but also in her heart, except for Zhu Jixiu, no one can replace Zhu Jixiu's position in Jiange's junior brother.

Mu Ying: "Okay, okay, don't cry! You are a man, what is there to cry about? Apart from Jiange, there are so many other famous pavilions in the Destiny Sect, you can join them!"

Mu Ying was annoyed when she saw Wen Yunsheng crying, and she didn't care that her white skirt would be stained by the dirt on Wen Yunsheng's body, so the two brothers put their hands on Wen Yunsheng's shoulders and walked forward with the little boy.

Mu Ying: "As a human being, you can't be so rigid, you can't hang yourself on a tree with a crooked neck, can you?"

Hearing this, Wen Yunsheng raised his hand wrapped in the shape of a rice dumpling, and rubbed his eyes, but the skin started to hurt when he touched it lightly, and the painful tears started to fall down again, but he still muttered in a low voice:

Wen Yunsheng: "The Jiange is not a tree with a crooked neck..."

His voice was too low, Mu Ying couldn't hear her, she tilted her head in doubt, put her fair cheeks close to Wen Yunsheng's, and asked:

Mu Ying: "What? The voice is so low, what did you just say? I didn't hear you."

Although Mu Ying is bold and informal, she doesn't look like a girl at all, but her body is a girl's body after all, her skin is like creamy fat, her face is like a peach blossom, and she has a girl's unique body fragrance.

Wen Yunsheng: "Well..."

Mu Ying was so close, she didn't have the reserve and self-consciousness of being a royal princess at all. When had Wen Yunsheng been so close to a girl, his cheeks flushed, and the steam could even be seen on the top of his head!

Wen Yunsheng: "Master...Senior Sister...Senior Sister is too close!"

Wen Yunsheng stretched out his hand, wanting to push Mu Ying away, but when he thought about whether the man and the woman would kiss each other, his hand stopped in mid-air in such an awkward way, and he couldn't let it fall.

Mu Ying: "Ahahahahahaha, look at your face! It's as red as a monkey's butt!"

Mu Ying looked up to the sky and laughed three times, subconsciously tightened Wen Yunsheng's arm, which almost made the little boy faint, and coughed in a low voice in embarrassment.

Mu Ying: "Let's go, come back to Jiange with me, and I'll give you medicine."

Mu Ying's mood improved a lot after being teased by Wen Yunsheng's reaction. She didn't take Wen Yunsheng back to her small courtyard, but went directly to the Jiange, and she also had her own thoughts mixed in.

Although she couldn't accept Wen Yunsheng's becoming Jiange's junior junior, but the status of being able to enter Jiange is not only a disciple. As long as her master is satisfied with Wen Yunsheng, then Wen Yunsheng can enter Jiange in another way.

When Mu Ying returned to the Jiange, she flew back with Wen Yunsheng Yujian. The young boy flew with Yujian for the first time, and he forgot the pain. Very old-fashioned and stubborn.

Mu Ying: "How is it? Do you enjoy flying Yujian?"

Wen Yunsheng: "Excellent!"

Mu Ying raised her head triumphantly. Speaking of which, it was also a very novel experience for her. Her two juniors, Shen Qianche and Shen Qianche had outstanding talents, and Zhu Jixiu had such a personality. The sense of pride and superiority of being a senior sister has not been found.

Wen Yunsheng's reaction satisfies Mu Ying's sense of pride and superiority very well, and immediately she also became interested, and began to mobilize the spiritual power in her body, driving the flying sword to shuttle through the sea of ​​clouds at night.

The starlight is shining, the moonlight is cool, and the flying sword is like a nimble little snake freely shuttling through the sea of ​​clouds. Wen Yunsheng's prickly skin becomes icy and cool after touching the soft clouds, which is very comfortable. .

After the two of them arrived at the Jiange, Wen Yunsheng was still immersed in the joy of flying with the sword. He was so excited, his eyes sparkled, and he spun around in small circles happily on the spot.

Mu Ying: "Ahahaha, okay, okay, look at your stupid look, I'll just hit you up and take you away in the future."

Mu Ying: "Come on, Yun Sheng, let's have a fist bump."

Hearing that he could sit on Mu Ying's flying sword again, Wen Yunsheng smiled happily and rolled his eyes. He raised his right hand, which was wrapped in white gauze like a rice dumpling, and lightly bumped Mu Ying's fist.

Mu Ying: "Okay, come in with me now, Master should not be asleep at this point in time."

Mu Ying pushed open the door of the Jiange, Wen Yunsheng hesitated for a while, but finally followed Mu Ying's butt, not daring to say anything, with his head lowered, like a wronged little daughter-in-law.

Sure enough, Zhu Hanshuang didn't sleep. He was standing in the small courtyard, watering those precious flowers and plants. After hearing the movement, he turned his head slightly and looked at Mu Ying... and Wen Yunsheng, who had turned dark several degrees behind her.

Zhu Hanshuang: "?"

Master frowned, a little puzzled, why Wen Yunsheng, who was still a gentle young man when he came early in the morning, now looks like he just came back from mining in Africa.

Mu Ying: "Ahem, cough, master, it's a long story."

Mu Ying's face was full of guilty conscience, Zhu Hanshuang caught the look on her face, and now she finally understood that Wen Yunsheng really went to dig the monument, and he dug for a whole day, and his hands were half disabled.

For a while, Zhu Hanshuang was also a little bit dumbfounded, seeing Mu Ying's rare embarrassment, Zhu Hanshuang sighed inaudibly, but did not drive Wen Yunsheng out, and let two people in.

Zhu Hanshuang: "Sit."

Zhu Hanshuang put down the small water bottle in his hand, and motioned for Wen Yunsheng to sit on the stone chair. Wen Yunsheng was stunned and did not move for a long time.

Mu Ying: "Oh! Are you a fool, kid? Why don't you hurry over there!"

Mu Ying half pushed and half kicked Wen Yunsheng down on the stone chair, then opened the gauze wrapped around his hand, and let Zhu Hanshuang see his blood-stained hand.

The moonlight was a little pale, like water falling into a pool. Zhu Hanshuang squatted down and moved slightly closer. His exquisite eyebrows were unexpectedly suitable for such a cold moonlight. His temperament was dusty, and his body was still covered with water. Staring at Wen Yunsheng's hand.

And the little boy was staring at him intently, his face flushed slightly.

Wen Yunsheng: "..."

I can't help but think:

Master is so pretty.