Master and gashapon machine cannot have both [unlimited]

Another lingering spell struck, and Cuo Fusheng neatly turned over to avoid it, and his figure appeared behind Yu Nanxue in a flash.

Tilting her head and whistling, she teased with a changed voice and said, "It's better for a beauty to follow me, so as not to suffer the pain of flesh and blood in the future."

Yu Nanxue turned around, her hair drew arcs in the air, water droplets also slid down, and a few drops splashed on Cuo Fusheng's mask.

Thinking that another attack was about to strike, Cuo Fusheng made a defensive posture with one hand.

Caught off guard, the person in front of him stopped his attack, lifted his mask with one hand, and grabbed Cuo Fusheng's wrist with the other, pulling him into his arms heavily.

His face hit his chest firmly, and the bridge of Cuo Fusheng's nose was almost crooked.The sourness welled up, and the eye sockets became physiologically moist.

"Shengsheng..." A hoarse voice came from above, accompanied by a faint trembling.

Ah, why did Master recognize him so quickly, he hasn't teased him enough, Cuo Fusheng rubbed his sore bridge of nose, thinking to himself.

But it's also good to be hugged by a beauty. I haven't seen you for a few years, and the master's figure has improved again. Look at the half-covered chest muscles under the half-open skirt.

If it wasn't so obscene/trivial, Cuo Fusheng would want to rub his face.

"Master, did you hurt you just now?" Yu Nanxue was afraid for a while, but luckily he just took a stab before and didn't use all his strength, otherwise if he hurt Cuo Fusheng, he would never forgive himself.

The hand holding the person tightened more and more. It was alright at first, but then it was almost cut into the flesh and blood.

Cuo Fusheng was a little out of breath, patted Yu Nanxue on the back, and reminded: "Master, you didn't hurt me just now, but if you don't let go, you will lose me again."

With this force, he felt that his waist was constricted.

Only then did the strength on the waist lighten a little, but he still refused to let go.

Yun Nanxue hugged the person in her arms, still feeling unrealistic as if she was still in a dream.

For three years, his little disciple disappeared for three full years.

Obviously it was just a trip out as usual, and it is reasonable to come back in half a month, but Cuo Fusheng suddenly disappeared halfway.

Cuo Fusheng had been missing for three years, and Yu Nanxue had searched for it for three years. He almost searched through the two worlds of immortality and demons and the world of infinity, but he couldn't find any trace.

His mind became more and more unstable these days, so he had to stop and adjust his breath for a few days.But the other party unexpectedly appeared so suddenly, just like the previous sudden disappearance, caught off guard.

Yu Nanxue even suspected that it was because he missed the other party too much and had hallucinations, and always felt that if he let go, the person would disappear again.

"Where have you been all these years, Master can't find you anywhere..." Yu Nanxue lowered her head and rested her chin on the top of Cuo Fusheng's head, with obvious grievance and fear in her voice.

As the residual spiritual power dissipated, the bath was filled with hazy mist again, and the faces of the two became somewhat blurred.

The sound of water droplets dripping continuously, even Cuo Fusheng's clothes were wet.

Buried in Yunanxue's heart, Cuo Fusheng could clearly hear the rapid and violent heartbeat, with anxiety and ecstasy of regaining what was lost.

He raised his head and met those golden eyes with deep affection, like a round of warm sun on the snowy ground. When he looked at him without blinking, he seemed to be the whole world.

Alas, does his beauty master know how lethal his beauty is?

Cuo Fusheng raised his hand to touch Yunanxue's half-wet hair, smiled Mimi and said: "Master, you have to respect yourself, if you look at me like this again, I will think that you love me so much that you can't extricate yourself."

Yu Nanxue was taken aback for a moment, then rested her chin on Cuo Fusheng's head and gently pressed it, sighing helplessly: "You're talking nonsense again."

But I also know that the little disciple said this to relieve the overly solemn atmosphere at the moment, and to let himself relax.

Cuo Fusheng left Yunanxue's embrace, brushed off his wet sweater, and raised his eyebrows at Yunanxue, "I'm going outside, master, please put on your clothes first, this disciple is an upright gentleman, don't peek at others taking a bath of."

He completely forgot that he was still eager to see the beauty out of the bath.

It was only then that Yu Nanxue remembered that she was only wearing a thin shirt at the moment, which was almost translucent after being wet with water.

Shaking his head helplessly, he turned around to get his coat.

The little guy hasn't changed at all, and he's still as unprincipled as ever.

After packing up her clothes, Yunanxue left the cubicle.

Cuo Fusheng was lying on his bed, his shoes had been kicked a long way, his whole body seemed boneless.

Yunanxue stepped forward to arrange the shoes, and then turned the person who was pretending to be dead face down.

"Don't kick your shoes around, and don't sleep on your stomach, it's easy to get stuffy."

Lifting the quilt to cover Cuo Fusheng's calf, Yu Nanxue said again: "You will catch cold with bare feet, remember to cover the quilt, you are not in good health and don't know how to take care of yourself, you are careless."

Come, come, master, this familiar old father's nagging, I haven't heard it for a long time, and it's rare to miss it.

"Got it." Cuo Fusheng turned his head to look at his master who was sitting by the bed, smiled and put his head on the other's thigh, hugging that thin waist and rubbing against it.

The tip of the nose is filled with a familiar smell, as well as a warm temperature.

"Master, why are you nagging more and more, it's easy to get wrinkles like this."

His forehead was flicked gently, and his mouth puffed out.

Yu Nanxue looked at the little disciple on her lap, and lightly brushed the long hair on the other's forehead.

The warm fingertips traced down the eyebrows little by little, tracing every inch in detail, until the fingers were grasped by Zuo Fusheng in the palm of his hand.

"Now let's talk, where have you been for the past three years, and how did you become like this?"

If it weren't for the familiar indecent teasing and demeanor just now, Yu Nanxue would never have associated the person in the strange costume in front of her with her little disciple.

The incense burner in the corner was still burning slowly, and the faint fragrance of Qingxin incense lingered in the whole room.

After the last piece of spice is burned, the fragrant mist slowly dissipates.The sky outside the window also turned from bright to dim, and finally a light moonlight shone in, carrying starlight.

Cuo Fusheng finally explained his experience of the past three years, his mouth felt dry, he picked up the teapot on the small cabinet next to the bed and poured water into his mouth.

In fact, it is not three years, he has only lived in that world for more than a year, probably because the flow of time on the two sides is different.

If he wants to briefly describe his experience during this time, it can be summed up in one sentence: he was accidentally caught in the turbulence of space, went to another world to participate in a sudden death-defying game, and then successfully returned to his hometown.

But obviously what Master wants to listen to is not this version, Master wants to listen to the specific process, very specific.

If it wasn't for the fact that Fusheng really didn't remember, Yu Nanxue wished she could ask the little disciple what he ate for the three meals a day.

"Don't drink water like this, you'll choke on it." Yu Nanxue took the teapot from Cuo Fusheng's hand, poured a cup of tea and handed it over, "Drink slowly, pour it when it's not enough, it'll be so uncomfortable to choke."

Cuo Fusheng poured three glasses of water in one gulp, breathed comfortably, and some blush appeared on his snow-white cheeks.

"Anyway, that's about it, and I'm back in the end."

"Shengsheng, what wish did you make in the end?" Yu Nanxue grasped the key point all of a sudden, and asked curiously while putting back the teacup that Cuo Fusheng had finished drinking.

According to what was said just now, the so-called game will not send people back to the original world, Cuo Fusheng was sent back because of that wish.

But later it was mentioned that he had a prop that could be teleported that he hadn't had time to use, so that wish would definitely not be to return to the original world.

So what kind of wish did the other party make that caused it to be teleported back in advance?

Yun Nanxue was inexplicably concerned, as if she had an intuition that the other party had made an unserious wish.

Cuo Fusheng paused when he heard the words, and the two looked at each other, "Little wish, it's not worth mentioning."

Very suspicious, Yun Nanxue narrowed her golden eyes slightly.

Pinching Fu Sheng's cheek by mistake, Yu Nanxue was half joking and half coaxing, "Sheng Sheng refuses to tell the truth to Master now, could it be that he has lost his heart with Master these three years?"

Cuo Fusheng tilted his head, looking like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.

But Yu Nanxue was obviously good at dealing with her little disciples, she leaned slightly closer, put her forehead on Cuo Fusheng's head, and coaxed in a low voice: "I really don't want to tell Master, huh?"

Every time I talk to Shengsheng like this, no matter what twists the other party is making, he immediately surrenders and loses his temper.

This is also the trump card that Yu Nanxue discovered by accident.

The gentle and magnetic voice came to his ears, and Cuo Fusheng felt that half of his body was numb, and he couldn't use any strength, and his ears seemed to be pregnant with septuplets.

This trick again!

Every time I want to make a mess, the master bribes him with beauty, which makes him lose all momentum. He is so good-looking!

Quietly glanced at the master, and was killed by that appearance again.

Well, for Cuo Fusheng, it is great, who let him control his face.

The little flame in his heart poked his head out eagerly, Cuo Fusheng reached out and touched the earring of Yunanxue's right ear, smiled lazily, and lowered his voice in coordination, the clear youthful voice immediately came frivolous.

With those smoky gray pupils and upturned eye ends, she is indescribably romantic.

"I made a wish to have a beautiful woman be my wife, and then the system sent me to Master."

Cuo Fusheng looked at Yun Nanxue's stunned golden eyes, and said with a low smile, "Does that mean, Master, you are the daughter-in-law appointed by the system?"

His eyes lingered on Yunanxue's face bit by bit, and he sighed at the Creator's preference every time.It is true that someone's appearance can be so perfect, and every facial feature is extremely delicate.It's like the spring breeze that has lasted for years, not stained with dust, but it amazes all beings.

Even that snowy hair, which would only look old and unsuitable on others, is pure and untouched, like a puff of fresh snow, making it more pure and elegant.

The most important thing is that every part just grows on the aesthetic point of Cuo Fusheng, no more, no less, as if it was born for him.

The long red tassels of the earrings hung between Cuo Fusheng's pale fingers, shaking gently.At the top is a small golden house, connected by a bead in the middle, which looks exquisite and luxurious.

The earrings were handcrafted by Cuo Fusheng before, the small house was made of thousand-year-old black iron, the beads were polished by deep sea spirit beads, the tassels were dyed with Tianshan ice silk, and even the ear hooks were made of top-quality ore.

Every material is the envy of the world, but Cuo Fusheng used it to make an earring that is useless except for looking good.

It doesn't matter if it's wrong or not, the materials are found by himself, and he can do whatever he likes.

He felt that Shizun always wore white clothes, even his hair was white, and only his eyes had other colors, which was too plain, so he made such a bright red earring.

Fortunately, the master's face is peerless, and a white suit with a red earring can also be suppressed.

Yu Nanxue didn't have pierced ears, so she deliberately made a hole in her right ear for this earring, and then she wore it for many years.

"You're talking nonsense again." Yu Nanxue came back to her senses, pinched Fu Sheng's face, helplessly, "How many times have I said this, don't always make such jokes, forget it about Master, you still always flirt Others, what if others take it seriously?"

The author has something to say:

Yu Nanxue: Molesting me is fine, molesting others is not, let me bear any hardships!

Cuo Fusheng: ...What kind of suffering can there be?

Yunanxue: The pain of love.

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