Master, he never speaks

The final outcome of Zhu Jixiu and the small system is: Zhu Jixiu failed to climb into Zhu Hanshuang's bed at night, and the small system was also locked in the small dark room by Zhu Hanshuang, unable to eat potato chips or drink Coke. Can't play games anymore.

So when morning came, Shen Qianche lay in the side room, slowly opened his eyes, he saw a figure sitting beside the table, that figure was the little junior brother whom he loved and hated.

Shen Qianche: "Little brother, why are you here? Shouldn't you be sleeping with Master?"

At this time, Shen Qianche obviously didn't realize that Zhu Jixiu had fallen out of favor, but naively chased Zhu Jixiu and asked him why he didn't sleep with his master.

Zhu Jixiu obviously didn't want to tell Shen Qianche the answer to this question. He is also a person with a good face. If Shen Qianche, who has a big mouth and no brains, knows that he failed to climb into the master's bed, maybe this How the guy is going to laugh at him!

Zhu Jixiu: "Master told me last night that he wanted to be alone."

Hearing this, Shen Qianche scratched his head and stood up from the bed. After he finished washing, he turned back to the usual second senior brother who was full of energy.

Shen Qianche: "Come on, little brother! Brother, come to practice sword with you!"

Seeing that Shen Qianche was about to poke back and forth with his small wooden sword again, Zhu Jixiu glanced at the main house, and found that the door of the main house was still closed, and licked his little fangs .

Zhu Jixiu: "How can I seduce Master next time so that I can get closer to Master?"

Shen Qianche: "Junior Brother, why are you in a daze, if you don't practice your sword well, our sect grand ceremony will start soon, what if you don't get a good ranking and embarrass our Jiange?"

Hearing this, Zhu Jixiu's eyes widened in surprise, and he lifted the small wooden sword in his hand, feeling that the spiritual power in his body had become stronger, and there was a vague tendency to equalize with Shen Qianche.

Zhu Jixiu: "What is a sect ceremony?"

Shen Qianche: "Sect Grand Ceremony is an internal grand ceremony held by our Destiny Sect every five years. Anyone who is a disciple of Destiny Sect can participate. After winning the top three, you can get a lot of good things."

Zhu Jixiu: "Oh."

Zhu Jixiu was not very interested in this grand ceremony, so he looked away coldly, and after oh, he continued to practice swords.

Shen Qianche: "!!!"

Shen Qianche: "Junior brother, don't you ask me who was No.1 in the last martial art ceremony?"

Hearing this, Zhu Jixiu used a sword move, and found that the mysterious man's advice to him last night was really effective, almost hit the nail on the head, and the effect was outstanding.

Zhu Jixiu: "Not interested, I don't want to ask."

Shen Qianche: "???"

Shen Qianche: "No, no, little brother, just ask me, how can you be so indifferent?"

Shen Qianche stepped forward, reached out and grabbed Zhu Jixiu's cuff, holding his worn-out little wooden sword in his arms, blinking his big eyes, pouted his small mouth, and said to Zhu Jixiu:

Shen Qianche: "Ask, little brother, just ask!"

Zhu Jixiu first looked up at Shen Qianche's expectant face, then looked down at the cuff where Shen Qianche was pinching his wrist tightly, and finally followed Shen Qianche's wish and asked the question.

Zhu Jixiu: "So, who was No.1 in the last martial art ceremony?"

Seeing that Zhu Jixiu followed his own wishes, Shen Qianche instantly put his hands on his hips, looked at the sky through his nostrils, laughed for a full three seconds, pointed his thumbs to his nose, and said proudly:

Shen Qianche: "Of course that person is your second senior brother! That position doesn't belong to your second senior brother, who else could it be?"

Zhu Jixiu rolled his eyes at the sky, he shook Shen Qianche's hand away, turned around and continued to practice swords, after Shen Qianche finished pretending to be aggressive in front of Zhu Jixiu, he was finally satisfied, hugging his The little wooden sword sat on the small wooden stool next to the beauty chair.

After a while, Zhu Hanshuang also came out, he habitually wanted to sit on the beauty chair, but Zhu Jixiu was practicing sword in front of the beauty chair, Zhu Hanshuang subconsciously changed his target, and tapped his toes on the ground .

The hem of his white clothes blew up with the soft morning wind, and he stepped on the top of the pear blossom branch, and the tender white pear petals fell down one after another, covering the ground with a layer of snow, Zhu Hanshuang leaned against the pear blossom tree On the branches, the dust is a bit too much.

Zhu Jixiu, who was originally concentrating on sword practice, noticed Zhu Hanshuang's little move, his eyes darkened, he pursed his lips, forced to suppress the restlessness and tyranny in his heart, turned his head to look at Shen Qianche, and said:

Zhu Jixiu: "Senior brother, go to the Lingxi River at the foot of the mountain to catch some fish and come back."

Hearing this, the second senior brother who was about to eat the pear blossom cake was stunned for a moment. He looked at the pear blossom cake in his hand, and thought about the distance to the bottom of the mountain in his mind, and he was unwilling for an instant.

Shen Qianche: "No, it's too far away, don't go."

Zhu Jixiu: "Can't you fly over with the sword?"

Shen Qianche: "No! If I say no, I won't go. Obviously I am your senior brother, so why do you call me every day?"

Shen Qianche: "In your eyes, does your second senior brother still exist? Your appearance really disappoints me!"

Shen Qianche: "Did you hear that, Zhu Ji..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhu Hanshuang looked at him indifferently, and said to him:

Zhu Jixiu: "After catching the fish, eat sweet and sour fish for lunch today."

With just this one word, Shen Qianche regained his energy in an instant. He stuffed the whole pear blossom cake into his mouth, his cheeks puffed up, and immediately summoned his flying sword, and ran down the mountain.

Shen Qianche: "Stop talking, your second senior brother will go and catch you right now!"

Shen Qianche: "It's your second senior brother's honor to be able to help you!"

Afterwards, Shen Qianche stepped on his little flying sword, twisted like a maggot, and went straight up to the sky, and disappeared in a flash.

This is good, Zhu Hanshuang and Zhu Jixiu are the only two people left in the small courtyard, Zhu Hanshuang bit her lips uncomfortably, her eyes did not dare to look in Zhu Jixiu's direction.

Zhu Jixiu: "Master."

Zhu Jixiu put the sword on his waist, raised his foot and walked towards Zhu Hanshuang, every step seemed to be on the apex of Zhu Hanshuang's heart, which made Zhu Hanshuang's heart beat a little faster.

Zhu Jixiu raised his hand and grasped Zhu Hanshuang's ankle, his palm was hot, and the stimulated master trembled, subconsciously wanting to struggle.

Zhu Jixiu firmly controlled the delicateness in the palm of his hand, he raised his head, his dark red eyes were filled with heat and a faint light of water, he was like a beast whose throat was strangled by a hunter...

And Zhu Hanshuang is the god who decides his life and death.

Zhu Jixiu looked at Zhu Hanshuang with obsession and fanaticism.

Zhu Jixiu: "Master, don't be afraid of me, okay?"

Zhu Jixiu tightened his grip on Zhu Hanshuang's ankles. He leaned forward and gently pressed his forehead against Zhu Hanshuang's knee. His voice was low and hoarse, and he said word by word:

Zhu Jixiu: "You are my god."

you are my life.