After rebirth, I rely on beauty to abuse scum

Sheng Zhao recited "the man is very good" over and over again in his mind. If Yu Anyi is considered a good man, then he doesn't know how to write the word "good man".

He didn't stop walking: "Does it have anything to do with being good in Jian Zun's eyes and being bad in my eyes?"

Jiang Qianzhou didn't want anyone to slander Yu Anyi, he frowned instantly, but he held back his anger because Sheng Zhao just said it casually.

He said coldly, "Speak carefully."

Sheng Zhao left with a cold face, turned to the utility room, and opened the door unhurriedly.

The utility room has not been visited for a long time, and the dust is flying, which can be seen with the naked eye, and because some disciples sort it out, it is dirty but not messy.

One glance will let people see the cooker in the corner.

Sheng Zhao moved out the cooking utensils and the wooden table underneath, cleaned them with clean dust, and took out all the spirits and spirit beast meat in the mustard space.

Sometimes when he wanted to eat something, he would bring some raw materials back to Tianshan Mountain and put them in the kitchen. The disciples cooked them the next day, and he could satisfy his hunger.

Sheng Zhao washed it and cut it with a sword.

Jiang Qianzhou, who was watching from the side, frowned again: "This is the first time I have seen someone use a sword like this."

Sheng Zhao didn't even raise his eyes: "This is my sword."

Jiang Qianzhou choked up.

Sheng Zhao did it very simply. He boiled the clear water with his spiritual power, poured all the chopped spirit beast meat into it, and prepared to cook a pot of soup.

Drink a bowl of hot water before going to bed to warm up your body.

Sheng Zhao piled a few fire spirit stones by the side of the pot, and calculated the time, at least half an hour had to wait.

But just now when he entered the utility room, he was covered in dust again.

Sheng Zhao thought he was dirty and wanted to wash up, so he asked, "Do you have a place to take a shower here?"

Jiang Qianzhou nodded: "Yes."

Sheng Zhao: "Take me there."

There were, but they were arranged in Jiang Qianzhou's room.

It can also be called a temple.

A few turns after entering the door is a running water, not a hot spring, but a cold spring.

Sheng Zhao watched and found himself in trouble.

He is afraid of the cold, how can he wash it?

After Jiang Qianzhou brought him here, he wanted to leave, but when he turned around, someone grabbed his sleeve.

He turned around: "What's the matter?"

Sheng Zhao pointed to the cold spring behind him: "I'm afraid of the cold, can you help me make this water warm?"

His tone was questioning, but the hand holding Jiang Qianzhou's sleeve was tight, and he made it clear, "If you don't agree, you won't leave."

A pot of water Shengzhao can heat it up, but a spring of water Shengzhao's spiritual power can't support it, let alone the pool of water is still alive.

This shows that it is necessary to use spiritual power to control the water flowing into the pool all the time, which takes a lot of effort.

It was difficult for Sheng Zhao, but it was also not easy for Jiang Qianzhou.

Jiang Qianzhou had a headache: "Why did Wu Wang raise you so delicately?"

Sheng Zhao urged: "Hurry up, Master Jian can't let the guests take a cold shower, can he? How shabby."

So Jiang Qianzhou had no choice but to stand aside, releasing his spiritual power to control the water temperature, while Sheng Zhao sat by the pool, took off his shoes, and rolled up his trousers.

As soon as Jiang Qianzhou lowered his eyes, he saw the calf that was lined by the red dress like white jade, and the pink knee.

Even the delicate ankles are powdered.

Sheng Zhao propped his arms back and carefully tested the temperature of the water with his feet. The spring water was very cold at first, and his feet were also frozen white.

He muttered dissatisfiedly: "It's so cold, you're still human, soaking in such icy water every day."

Jiang Qianzhou turned up the temperature of the water as he said, and his bare feet left the water immediately.

The wet feet were scalded white by hot water, and they were extremely pink and tender. They bent in a beautiful arc, and the water flowed down the insteps of the feet, and then dripped from the toes.

He heard Sheng Zhao whisper: "It's so hot, the water temperature should be lower."

For some reason, Jiang Qianzhou's eyebrows twitched, he looked away uncomfortably, lowered his tone as he said, and reprimanded lightly: "It's hard to serve."

I'm afraid no one dared to ask Sheng Zhao to warm the bath water with spiritual power, and even boldly waved it at him to drink it.

After the water temperature was suitable, Sheng Zhao stretched his feet in comfortably. He was about to untie his clothes when he thought of something and turned his head: "You carry it on your back."

Jiang Qianzhou: "?"

Sheng Zhao: "Could it be that Sword Master wants to watch me wash?"

Because of the need to maintain the water temperature, Jiang Qianzhou couldn't walk, and it was impossible for him to watch Sheng Zhao take off his clothes and go into the water, so he had to turn his back.

It was the first time he experienced this kind of aggrieved feeling, but Jiang Qianzhou didn't get angry.

Seen from his back, his black hair is draped over his body, his white clothes are straight, and his long sword has fallen to the ground. He looks like a gentleman.

Only Jiang Qianzhou knew that he was listening to the sound behind him.

There was a rustling sound of undressing, the cloth was stained with water and thrown to the ground, did it take off in the water?Afraid of him peeking?

Ridiculous, if he wanted to see it, it was useless to hide under the water.

The sound of prodding the water surface, the sound of splashing water splashing from time to time, the sound of comfortable sighing...

Jiang Qianzhou frowned, feeling increasingly anxious.

A thought suddenly crossed his mind, even the skin on the feet of this precious little fox is so tender, what about the skin on his body?

Thinking of this, Jiang Qianzhou was startled, what was he thinking?

He immediately recited the mantra of clearing his mind to clear away the distracting thoughts in his mind.

Useless.

The more restrained you are, the more chaotic your heart will be.

"Are you ready?" Jiang Qianzhou was agitated in his heart, and his voice became icy and fierce.

Sheng Zhao replied unhurriedly: "Wait."

You can tell how comfortable he is just by hearing his voice.

Afraid that Jiang Qianzhou would leave in anger, he added: "I just came down, what's the hurry?"

Jiang Qianzhou waited for a quarter of an hour before he heard Sheng Zhao's voice rising from the water.

Drops of water slid off his body, splashing drops of water on the ground.

The sound of bare feet walking on the ground is particularly noticeable.

He heard Sheng Zhao turning around and walking towards him.

Is the little fox dressed yet?

Jiang Qianzhou thought about it carefully, but he didn't seem to have heard it.

In an instant, he squeezed the hand hidden under the sleeve, and the veins were exposed.

Sheng Zhao stopped after walking a few steps, because Jiang Qianzhou didn't move at all, which made him feel relieved, and asked directly: "My clothes are all wet, have you brought a change of clothes?"

Jiang Qianzhou couldn't bear it anymore, he quickly took out the unworn white clothes in the mustard space, threw it back precisely, and strode out: "Put it on quickly."

The back view is quite a gesture of fleeing.

Sheng Zhao was completely overwhelmed by the white clothes, and there was a playful smile on his face.

He knew that Jiang Qianzhou's swordsmanship was like a ruthless way, not close to beauty, but it was convenient for him.

Sheng Zhao put on the white clothes slowly.

The white clothes were bigger than his whole body, and they were worn by Jiang Qianzhou himself.

But it should be unworn, very new, without wrinkles, Sheng Zhao thought, endured his nausea, and tidied up the neckline and cuffs.

Make it looser and more casual, just like being casual in your own home.

After all, beauty alone is not enough.

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It was the first time for Jiang Qianzhou to see Sheng Zhao in white clothes. Instead of being flamboyant in red clothes, he was more obedient and obedient as a young man should be.

But because the eyebrows and eyes are too beautiful, the eyes are still proud, and they are still sharp after all.

It was precisely because of this sharpness that Jiang Qianzhou lost the sense of familiarity at first glance.

He always felt that he had seen Sheng Zhao like this before, but he couldn't remember.

Because in his memory, he has never seen anyone more handsome than Sheng Zhao.

Maybe there is, but she is as beautiful as Sheng Zhao, and she is the only one.

When he saw him, he couldn't see other people in his eyes.

Sheng Zhao dragged his clothes and walked slowly. If he walked too fast, he was afraid that he would step on his clothes, and it would be bad if he fell.

"Let's go, the soup should be ready."

The spiritual power contained in the fire spirit stone was almost exhausted, and the hot soup was bubbling, steaming and fragrant.

Jiang Qianzhou quietly watched as Sheng Zhao rolled up his sleeves, scooped up a little with a jade spoon, and blew gently with his mouth.

Sheng Zhao was still wearing his white clothes.

Like... like a mortal wife in her husband's clothes, washing her hands and making soup.

Jiang Qianzhou narrowed his eyes slightly, his wife?This is a bit novel.

He laughed coldly in his heart, but couldn't help rolling these three words in his throat again and again.

Throat astringent.

Even he himself didn't know how intently he looked at Sheng Zhao.

Sheng Zhao lowered his eyes and took a sip, hissed lightly from the heat, his tongue was red, he licked the soup dripping from his lower lip, waited again, and drank it all in one gulp.

He seldom cooks, so he only added a little seasoning when he was not sure, but unexpectedly the taste was just right.

Delicious.

Sheng Zhao scooped up another spoonful, blew on it a few times, and then waved to Jiang Qianzhou who was watching: "Come here."

Jiang Qianzhou frowned and approached, just opened his mouth, before he had time to ask "what's the matter", Sheng Zhao raised his hand and stuffed his mouth.

The exquisite and small jade spoon was pinched between the white fingers, before he could react, the delicious and hot taste exploded on his tongue.

Jiang Qianzhou swallowed subconsciously, and the heat instantly burned into his stomach, which was completely opposite to his usual coldness.

But it got hot again.

Slightly lowering his eyes, he saw the smile on Sheng Zhao's face: "Is it delicious?"

Be ostentatious without being offensive.

On the contrary, I think it looks good.

It was so beautiful that it made Jiang Qianzhou palpitate for a moment, and then he couldn't stop. He didn't have any thoughts of reprimand in his heart, so he replied in a hoarse voice: "It's delicious."

Sheng Zhao smiled: "I think so too."

Jiang Qianzhou: "Didn't the deity say no?"

Sheng Zhao: "Yes, so you can only drink a little, and the rest is mine."

A little bit, really a little bit.

Sheng Zhao specially gave Jiang Qianzhou a small bowl, and only scooped up half the bowl of soup, which was not enough for a mouthful.

He put down the jade spoon, picked up the bowl and drank it in big gulps.

Jiang Qianzhou sighed helplessly, took a bowl and drank it.

When Sheng Zhao finished drinking, he couldn't help but think about it again.

That jade spoon was eaten by Sheng Zhao.

Jiang Qianzhou thought, why did Sheng Zhao stuff the jade spoon into his mouth again without caring?Is it because Sheng Zhao is still close to him?

The previous refusal was just jealous of Yu Anyi's preference for him alone, duplicity?

If he takes Sheng Zhao as his disciple, he can't just favor Sheng Zhao alone and abandon Yu Anyi, his little apprentice raised by him.

unless……

Unless Sheng Zhao is his Taoist companion, his wife.

If this proud little fox is willing to lie down under him, it will be better than kneeling on his knees and calling master.

Jiang Qianzhou hasn't moved his heart for hundreds of years, but now that he thinks about it, his heart itch becomes even more unbearable.

As if being bewitched and possessed by a demon, he kept silently muttering——his wife.

Even he himself didn't realize that his logic was wrong. For example, why should Sheng Zhao, who gagged him, care?Not that people who are forced to eat drool mind.