Why is the heartthrob protagonist like that?

An enchantment was set up in the disciple's courtyard, and none of the falling snowflakes fell on it. There was a faint scent of golden osmanthus floating in the air, which was mixed with the cold and cold snow outside the courtyard, making its fragrance even more mellow.

As soon as Wen Chu first heard the reputation, it was a lie to say that he was not curious about the legendary protagonist. He recalled the definition of the protagonist in the book—the number one beauty in the world of cultivating immortals, and his eyes widened a little.

Let me know how good-looking this guy is who squeezed out a group of girls and won the top spot.

A pure white figure stepped out from the vermilion door frame, his figure was tall and straight, his girdle outlined his slender waist, his black hair was like satin, and his temperament was cold, like the first handful of fresh snow in the snowy field, but his face was charming and his lips were bright red, In the coldness, there is more confusion like gossamer.

He walked up to Wen Chuyi and stood still, his thick and slender eyelashes caught a few falling snowflakes, but he didn't care, he looked up at Wen Chuyi, the corners of his crimson lips curled up, "Zhou Yuyue, Senior Brother Wen, Please teach me more in the future."

"Ah, cough... Hello, Junior Brother Zhou, my name is Wen Chuyi."

It was only when Wen Chuyi heard the voice around him that he regained his senses, and managed to hold back the sentence:

I have seen this sister!

Aside from the strange sense of familiarity that confuses him, the protagonist is indeed good-looking. Although his face is too delicate and slightly feminine, no one will mistake him for a nun.

No wonder it has attracted countless male cultivators to bow down.

Although Wen Chuyi didn't want to get involved in the protagonist's Shura field, he was still stable when facing Zhou Yuyue. Thanks again to the "good brother" halo above his head, which gave him a full sense of security.

Zhou Yuyue looked into Wen Chuyi's eyes, which were clean and pure, without any dirty or disgusting emotions.

"Master, I think..." Wen Chuyi looked away from Zhou Yuyue, and looked at the real Yuli who was beside him, and was interrupted by him as soon as he started talking.

"As a teacher, I have to retreat for a period of time. You are Yu Yue's direct senior brother. During this time, he will be taken care of by you."

"But……"

The real Yuli's jade-white face turned pale for no reason against the background of Cang Xue. After finishing speaking, he flicked his wide sleeves, and before Wen Chu could answer, he turned into a streamer and left.

The speed was so fast that Wen Chuyi didn't even have time to refuse. He withdrew his slightly outstretched hand, turned his head mechanically, and looked at the young man standing beside him, suddenly feeling ominous in his heart.

"So, I'm going to bother senior brother." After Zhenjun Yuli left, the young man seemed to relax a lot, his brows and eyes were curved, and he smiled brightly at Wen Chuyi, his thick black eyes glowed with hope, seeming to be affectionate or ruthless.

"...Which courtyard did Junior Brother choose?" Wen Chuyi adjusted his mood very quickly. There is no harm in making friends with the protagonist now. He prayed in his heart for Master to leave the customs as soon as possible, while casually bringing up a topic.

The two were drenched in the snow for a while. At this time, a lot of snow fell on their heads and clothes. They glanced at each other and walked towards the disciple's courtyard tacitly.

"Dongyuan, you live right behind senior brother." Zhou Yuyue followed behind Wen Chuyi, seemingly unintentionally mentioning it, with a curious tone, "Senior brother, I heard many senior sisters mention you, and I heard that you are very popular in Xuanjianzong..."

When Wen Chu heard what he said, his scalp suddenly tightened.

Those senior sisters wouldn't tell Zhou Yuyue about his "knocking on CP"!

Wen Chuyi quickly denied it, saying, "No! It's just polite words, so you don't have to take it seriously."

Forget it in the past, Zhenjun Yuli's cultivation base and indifferent personality made it difficult for anyone except the head to talk to him, so Wen Chuyi didn't have to worry that this rumor would be danced in front of the person involved.

But it is different now, he is no longer the only apprentice of the Master, there is another person besides him who can get in touch with Zhenjun Yuli—Zhou Yuyue.

Wen Chuyi wanted to ask him if he had heard anything strange, but he was afraid of causing an embarrassing situation where there would be no silver 300 taels, so he glanced at him from time to time, hesitant to speak, and then hesitant to speak.

"Brother, but what's on my face?" Zhou Yuyue naturally noticed his gaze, and Yubai's fingers wiped lightly on his face.

"No...there's a cat!" Wen Chu caught a glimpse of the familiar orange from the corner of his eyes, and quickly turned around and pushed Zhou Yuyue's head away with one hand, while catching the fat orange like a small spiral cannonball with the other. What to do once disfigured!

For the sake of Xiaoju's cat, Wen Chuyi took great pains, and his operation was as fierce as a tiger. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a slightly sluggish reflex reminded him that he had just heard a slap.

There was a burning pain on the cheeks and ears, as well as the dry and warm touch of the young man's palm. Zhou Yuyue's head was slightly tilted by this force, with a rare blank look on her face.

Wen Chuyi frowned, applause?Where did the applause come from? Could it be that there are other people in the disciple academy?

"Meow meow meow~" Fat Ju was hugged by him like this, and turned into a long cat strip, and the kitten, which was inadvertently in line with the size, meowed towards the door, with a voice full of accusations.

"What are you doing!" A man suddenly broke in from the door, his skin was dark, and his tough face was full of anger. peak.

At this time, Fu Jiuli's voice came one after another, "Hey, hey, don't talk nonsense, I won't bully you on the first day of the junior high school!"

These movements all happened in an instant, so that Wen Chuyi still maintained the shape of lunge, and the delicate touch from the other hand made his heart skip a beat.

No!

Wen Chuyi was like a frightened monkey running away, picked up the long fat cat and ran two meters away. After seeing the red palm print on Zhou Yuyue's face and the slightly messy hair, he looked at the pair of black pupils that seemed to be filled with tears. Water vapor, rare stuttering,

"You...you, me! I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!"

Fu Jiuli stared blankly at Zhou Yuyue, who was in a state of embarrassment but was still undiminished. The little heart hidden under the strong chest muscles began to beat uncontrollably, and his mind went blank. With the last bit of righteousness towards his brother, he held back his anger Medium-burned Moda.

Grandma Ginkgo, I, I seem to fall in love at first sight!

"It's okay, I believe the senior brother must have done it unintentionally." Zhou Yuyue brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, completely exposing her flushed side face to Wen Chu's eyes.

His expression and tone are so gentle and understanding.

But even so, Wen Chuyi still felt a chill behind his back for no reason, apologized again, and took out an exquisite small box from the Qiankun bag, "Junior Brother, I'm really sorry, this is the cream that can remove stasis and activate blood. It fades away after a while."

It can also whiten and moisturize the skin!

"Hmph! Who knows what you have here, Ah Yue, don't accept it." Mo Moda, who was in a rage, calmed down a little. Ah Yue is really too kind and innocent, so the beautiful Ah Yue is left to him. guard!

"Senior Brother Fu, can you let me go!" Mo Moda wanted to walk over, but the big hands around his waist tightly wrapped around his waist, preventing him from moving.

"Oh oh oh." Hearing this, Fu Jiuli let go of his hand, blushing on his white and tender cheeks, walked quickly to Wen Chuyi's side, and dragged him away without looking sideways.

Before being dragged away by Fu Jiuli, Wen Chuyi pulled Zhou Yuyue's hand and stuffed the Huashuang ointment into his hand. He had to make up for it, otherwise he would feel guilty and stressed!

Zhou Yuyue looked down at the small box of colorful flowers in his hand, which was obviously for women, and let out a soft, ambiguous laugh. Sensing Mo Moda's approach, he lowered his hands, covered the small box with his sleeves, and hung his face again. Harmless look.

How Zhou Yuyue reacted to Wen Chuyi I don't know for the time being, he tidied up the clothes that Fu Jiuli had ripped apart, sat on the stone bench under the golden osmanthus tree, silently calmed down his mood like a roller coaster, and held up a small mirror to look at the door Fujiuli Road,

"What did you come to see me for? And that person just now is your junior brother?"

"Yeah," the muscular man replied playfully, Wen Chu got goosebumps all over his body, and wanted to throw him out of Haojia Peak.

"Speak well!" Wen Chuyi felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach.

"On the first day of junior high school, look at my appearance today. Isn't it very handsome, with a jade tree facing the wind, like some kind of bamboo." Fu Jiuli rushed to Wen Chuyi's side, looking at him expectantly with a pair of fox eyes.

"Hmm..." Wen Chuyi narrowed his eyes slightly, tapped the table with his slender fingers, and didn't know how to speak.

Maybe it's the reason why he is exquisite and small and can only be seen on his face. Fu Jiuli doesn't seem to realize that his current figure is far from that of "Xiuzhu"...

"The hairstyle is good," Wen Chuyi picked a compromise to praise, and after the compliment, he glanced at him suspiciously, "However, why do you ask me this?"

Fu Jiuli completely forgot his purpose of coming to find Wen Chuyi. At this time, he was just like a young man in Huaichun, holding his delicate and fair baby face, wandering in the sky, and the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears.

Wen Chuyi: "..."

Help, it's hot to his eyes.

"Tell me, what does Ayue like?" Fu Jiuli suddenly came back to his senses, holding Wen Chuyi's hand with both hands, "Chuyi, what's Ayue's name!"

"Zhou Yuyue." Wen Chuyi also recalled it at this moment, Fu Jiuli's performance showed that he had already developed a good impression of the protagonist Shou, so, is this kid also one of the stocks?

Since he only read less than 20.00% of the original text, he only remembered a few of the stocks that appeared on the stage. One was the exquisite and lovely Nine-Tailed Fox, the other was Mo Moda, and there were a few others from other sects.

By the way, in the book, he was killed by the fox and the demon prince above.

Comparing the images of Fu Jiuli one by one, and finding no match, Wen Chuyi reasonably guessed that maybe he might be a cannon fodder like himself, who made them good brothers.

Throwing the good brother Tiliu out the door with pink bubbles, Wen Chuyi returned to the garden, took out many fruits from the Qiankun bag, cut some for Xiaoju, and specially set aside a plate, intending to give it to Zhou Yuyue.

As the saying goes, people are short-handed and soft-mouthed when eating people. Wen Chu only hoped that he would not write this matter down in his notebook.

Although the author didn't explain it, when Wen Chuyi read the article, he felt that the protagonist Shou is a person who must take revenge.

That Mo Da left after Fu Jiuli, Wen Chuyi stood at the door of Zhou Yuyue's yard, raised his hand to knock on the door, glanced at the plate inadvertently, and forgot to put a fork or toothpick.

Footsteps sounded from inside the door, Wen Chuyi's brain twitched, and he kept (thrown) the little black lottery in his dantian,

——He took out his natal spirit sword, and poked it on the top piece of tender, sweet and crisp peach...