Master and gashapon machine cannot have both [unlimited]

"..."

Obedience should be obedience, but it may be stimulated to the end of life.

Cuo Fusheng raised his hand to touch his lips, it was very hot, and there was a blush of water behind it.

Yu Nanxue watched as Cuo Fusheng's face became more and more red, and his head lowered lower and lower, as if he wanted to bury himself in the soil.

The more I look at it, the more I like it, and I can't wait to kiss a few more.

Why didn't I find out that little disciples are so easy to kiss before, it's much better than touching the head and pinching the face.

Another test of favorability value, there is actually 98.

Yu Nanxue suddenly understood that Shengsheng actually liked his closeness very much, but he was just shy and embarrassed to say it. After all, Shengsheng used to blush because of his closeness.

But recently the young disciple has become more and more shy, not only blushing, but also started to hide from himself.

Yu Nanxue deeply felt that he needed to exercise the young disciple's adaptability.

Cuo Fusheng didn't know what was going on in Yunanxue's mind, he was currently at war with heaven and man in his heart.

In the end, he made a decision, intending to take a swipe at Shizun.

So he finally raised his head, wiped his flushed face, took a deep breath to prepare himself mentally and said, "Master, have you ever thought about finding a Taoist partner...or a marriage partner?"

Finally asked, Cuo Fusheng was so nervous that he held his breath.

As long as the master replied that he thought about it with him, or even if he said that he had thought about it, he would be hooked.

With such a broad request, Master can meet it no matter what.

As long as he is connected, he vowed to bid farewell to being single today and embrace the beauty!

Under Cuo Fusheng's nervous and even oppressive gaze, Yu Nanxue blinked and said, "It's enough to be a teacher, why do you want to get married?"

The tone was full of sincerity, and every word seemed to be like a knife piercing Cuo Fusheng's heart, bloody.

What do you mean it is enough to have me, so you really never thought about making a pair with me? !

You smiled so sexy and magnetic in my ear this afternoon, it amused me to death, what did you say to get married, so you are just a talker? !

You don't plan to make a pair with me, you still eat my tofu every day, scumbag!

An unknown fire burst into his heart, Cuo Fusheng felt that he would never talk to Master anymore...at least these few days!

He raised his head and wanted to give Yu Nanxue a look to express his anger.

As a result... the little flame was half extinguished when faced with that innocent and incomprehensible beauty of the prosperous age.

I'm so angry, I can't get angry.

But there is still a need for momentum, Cuo Fusheng forced himself to look away from that handsome face, lowered his voice and said: "I'm sleepy, I want to sleep."

After finishing speaking, she pushed away Yunanxue who was still half hugging her, and walked towards the big bed angrily.

After kicking off his shoes and throwing his coat, he rolled into the quilt, never looked back at Yun Nanxue, and didn't even plan to leave the quilt for the other party.

In a daze, Yunanxue felt as if she saw a little hedgehog.

Did he just... say something wrong?

If he found a Taoist companion, wouldn't he be unhappy in life?

And he didn't mean to find a Taoist companion, life is enough.

So why on earth is the little disciple angry, and it seems that it is much more serious than before.

Yu Nanxue walked to the bed, stretched out a finger and carefully poked the little guy who wrapped himself up into a ball on the bed.

The ball twisted to show resistance, and still did not look back.

"Shengsheng——" Yunanxue drew out her voice, pouted slightly, "Are you angry?"

Qiu didn't speak, and moved to the other side of the bed, not to let Yunanxue touch it.

Master, this unconscious scumbag, don't hit him!

Yu Nanxue pursed her lips, lowered her eyebrows and eyes slightly, feeling a little depressed.

Shengsheng had never quarreled with him like this before, it seemed that he was really angry.

But he really didn't know what he said wrong just now.

He said that he doesn't plan to be with others, life is enough, shouldn't he be happy after hearing this?

So he simply went to bed, approached the ball again, and poked it with his finger.

"Shengsheng, why don't you reason with Master."

Cuo Fusheng heard the words like a child acting like a baby, and wanted to poke his head out to see the expression of the master now.

Will it be cute and wronged?

But in the end, Cuo Fusheng held back, telling himself that this time he must keep his anger alive no matter what, and he must never let Master do whatever he wants with that handsome face.

So Yunanxue watched helplessly as the ball moved further away, precariously on the edge of the big bed.

The pretty eyebrows drooped completely, and Yun Nanxue was extremely wronged.The little disciple had never neglected him so much before, let alone ignore him.

Taking advantage of Mifusheng's inattention, Yu Nanxue hugged the ball directly and held it tightly in her arms.

Cuo Fusheng thumped, but because he had wrapped himself up too well before, now he couldn't even stretch out his hands and feet, let alone break free.

Seeing the ball jumping up and down in her arms, Yu Nanxue increased her strength, resolutely not letting the ball escape.

If it wasn't for the fact that the little disciple was about to get bored at the end, Yunanxue could have slept with the ball all night.

Cuo Fusheng, who lifted a rock and smashed himself in the foot, stretched out his head and panted with difficulty, his face turned red.

Seeing Yunanxue's smiling face, she was first amazed by the face that was so outstanding that she couldn't get tired of looking at it countless times, and then realized that she was still angry, so she turned her head away again.

He gave half of the quilt to Yunanxue, then turned around angrily again and ignored him.

Yunanxue didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she still couldn't figure out why the little disciple was angry.

Carefully leaning over and hugging the person from behind under the quilt, he hugged the whole person into his arms.

Cuo Fusheng is very thin, a little shorter than Yunanxue, just enough to be hugged in his arms tightly.

Yu Nanxue has always liked to sleep with someone hugged like this, like hugging a soft pillow.

When I was young, it was a small pillow, and when I grew up, it was a big pillow.

"..."

Caught off guard against the warm chest, his back stiffened for a moment.

But he calmed down quickly, telling himself that sex is nothing but sex, anyway, he is probably just a pillow in Master's heart.

It has to be said that to a certain extent, Cuo Fusheng really knows Yun Nanxue very well.

"Shengsheng, don't be angry with Master, can you tell me what Master did wrong?"

Yu Nanxue rested her chin on Cuo Fusheng's neck, and whispered in her ear, with traces of grievance and entanglement in her voice, which disturbed people's itching.

His chest trembled slightly because of the words, and Cuo Fusheng, who was close to it, felt it immediately.

"..." Cuo Fusheng didn't speak, pretending that he was asleep and didn't hear.

In the final analysis, he was not angry with Yun Nanxue at all, he was angry with himself for being wicked.

Obviously, she has always been coveting Yu Nanxue's beauty, but in the end, the closest contact was to pull her little hands, occasionally hug her, and all further actions were initiated by the master.

But Cuo Fusheng is really worried, in case he tells Shizun that he likes Shizun, and then Shizun will react in two ways:

One is still unable to understand the meaning of "like" by Mio Fusheng, and the other is to smile dotingly and tell him as long as he is happy.

He was very sure that Master would not refuse his request, but it was this unconditional connivance that made him even more distressed.

Cuo Fusheng suffered from insomnia, and fell into a deep entanglement between morality and beauty.

Early the next morning, the live broadcast interface opened on time.

[Good morning wife. 】

[It's another day to watch Xiaosheng. 】

【Hey, why is Xiaoshengsheng standing so far away from Master? 】

In the live broadcast interface, the distance between Cuo Fusheng and Yu Nanxue was almost half a room away.

Of course, the main reason is that she was hiding from others, Yu Nanxue was eager to cling to the little disciple and hug her.

Tso Fusheng glanced at the barrage with thick dark circles under his eyes, his eyes haggard.

He had been thinking wildly all night last night, and he had been sticking to his master all the time, so he didn't dare to relax at all.

In the end, I watched the sky gradually brighten, and I didn't fall asleep until it was almost seven o'clock.As a result, as soon as I closed my eyes, the game was about to start again.

God, he is still a child, and he is so tired.

Cuo Fusheng suddenly admired his former self very much. Although he didn't remember anything, he was able to hang around his master with a shy face all the time. He definitely had a strong heart and an invulnerable face.

Recall that oversized projector.

At first, Cuo Fusheng thought it was made up by the game, but now it seems that it was deliberately recorded by his former self, and he looked at the camera with provocative eyes in the middle.

So what did he do to make Master become like that.

It is simply a miracle that there is desire/desire in those innocent and innocent eyes.

Did he know how to play tricks before? !

Can you teach him, he also wants to play Gu.

Seeing the young disciple going downstairs silently, Yunanxue pursed her lips aggrievedly and followed.

Leaving a barrage full of question marks in the live broadcast room.

[Is this a quarrel? 】

[Woooo, I don't care, I want to watch the sweet plot! 】

【Master, hurry up and coax your wife, don't you want your daughter-in-law? ! 】

Shu Sheng was already downstairs, seeing Cuo Fusheng came down.Immediately leaned over to say hello.

As a result, before he could get close to Cuo Fusheng, he felt a chill hit him.

Subconsciously looking up, she found that Yunanxue was standing in the middle of the stairs, watching him quietly.

If he dared to get in front of Cuo Fusheng, he would kill him.

"Gudong..." Shu Sheng swallowed, and immediately took two steps back to give up the idea of ​​saying hello.

It's strange, he is really familiar with Mr. Yu's appearance, he has definitely seen it somewhere before.

He even had a picture of Young Master Yu's next move in his mind: he probably pursed his lips, then looked at Fu Sheng aggrievedly, and let out a prolonged cry.

Just after thinking this way, Yunanxue went down the stairs.

Pursing her lips, she looked eagerly at Cuo Fusheng not far away, and then, "Shengsheng——"

Exactly the same, Shu Sheng almost suspected that he didn't know when he had the ability to prophesy.

[Hahaha, the little cutie's aggrieved look is really fun. 】

[I was stared at by the master. 】

[Hey, let's not get involved in the quarrel between the young couple. 】

On the other side, Cuo Fusheng was trying his best to fight against his sleepiness, and at the same time, he had to beware that Yu Nanxue would come over to give him another mouth at some point.

I feel that it is more difficult than passing a copy.

The players came down one after another, and the number was much smaller than the first day, and most of them looked haggard, as if they had been tortured.

But the man who suddenly appeared looked very good, already faintly rosy.

The first thing the man did after he appeared was to look at Misdirection Fusheng. After seeing this annoying player so haggard and vicissitudes, he couldn't help feeling better, and even the smile on his face became more real.

Although he didn't know who made it, he still wanted to thank him.

The author has something to say:

Man: Thank you Unsung Heroes for helping me avenge myself.

Yunanxue: Don't bother me, or I'll kill you.

Cuo Fusheng (drawing his sword): Die.