Is Master Beauty crying today?

He stood outside the door for a while, and the eyes fell on him with a little hostility.

and a little sarcasm.

A person like him rotten in the mud, who was pulled out of the abyss by God, should be grateful instead of asking extravagantly for those that do not belong to him.

The flounder pattern on the side of the bed was a bit eye-catching, he clenched the door frame tightly, smiled slightly with lowered eyes, then turned and left.

God favors him, he wants to possess God, that person... can only be his.

In the days that followed, he stayed with the man more frequently. If the man got up late, he would stand by and wait for him to get up.

Sometimes I help the man tie his hair. The man always let him run his fingertips lightly across the black hair. The man rests his cheeks and looks in the water mirror. Sometimes his head is bit by bit, and he will fall asleep.

"Master?"

He called out, and the man woke up, looked at himself in the mirror and smiled at him, "Now it's Yuan'er who takes care of me."

He lowered his brows, his eyes fell on the man's white side face, "It's okay, I like to stay by Master's side."

"If you don't like it, you dare to dislike it." The man stood up, turned his eyes with a smile, and pulled him out to practice swords.

There was a pear tree outside the yard, and in March and April, the snow would always fall to the ground. The man held a sword and looked at him under the tree, "Yuan'er, come here."

He passed by, and the man's cold white fingertips would hold his hand, teaching him how to condense the sword intent, how to use the long sword to turn it out and turn it into a sword flower.

When Jiang Fei came, he saw the two people very close to each other, and his eyes fell on the man holding his hand, "It's useless for you to teach him like this, his aptitude is too poor."

The man was a little unhappy when he heard this, "Who said he has poor qualifications? I am willing to teach, and Yuan'er learns very quickly."

He didn't speak, but after Jiang Fei left, he asked, "Master, what is your relationship with Senior Jiang?"

The man didn't even think about it, "Brother, what else can it matter."

He didn't speak anymore, but the man became thoughtful, and when Jiang Fei came again, the man deliberately distanced himself a little.

Jiang Fei obviously felt it, her eyes fell on him, she didn't say anything, and she would still come over as usual in the future.

He stayed with the man in One Finger Peak, and the man often took him out for training, to many places in Fourteen States.When it rained, the man would rub his knees beside his bed, and together they went to see the first snow in the northern desert, and a red plum tree on Zhehan Mountain after the snow.

The man told him that they could come over more often in the future, saying that although he was bored, he was very happy to be with him.

"You wood, I can stand you, if I leave..." The man stopped suddenly, wearing a snow-colored and silver-striped fox fur, holding a red plum branch in his arms, his stunning face appeared Come out with a smile, the whole person is beautiful.

The corners of his lips were straightened, and he didn't like to hear the man say such things. Looking at the man's frozen red fingers, he took Hongmei over.

"Master will live a long life, and I will always be with Master."

The man didn't speak, just looked at him and smiled, his eyes seemed to melt the silver light in the snow color, with a little softness.

It's just that because of the cold weather, the face against it seems a little pale.

The cold white fingertips touched his face with a cold touch, and the man looked at him and said softly, "Yuan'er, no one can stay with you all the time, you have to walk many roads alone. "

He felt the coolness around his cheeks, held the man's hand to cover it, and pressed it against his face after warming it up. He didn't let go until those cold white hands became warm.

Instead, he led the man all the way back, leaving light black boot prints in the snow.

He squeezed the hand of the person beside him, others can, but this person can't.

Since she pulled him out of the mud at the beginning...then, she can no longer abandon him.

The desert is covered with snow, and the road is frosty.

When they came back from Fourteen States, they met Wu Chou.

Wu Chou is an eminent monk of Yanyue Temple, but he doesn't look like a monk at all in his attire.He was wearing a black-pattern Yehua robe, one brown and one blue pupil, curly black hair hanging behind him, a high nose bridge and deep-set eyes, and copper earrings on both sides.

The earrings set off that face all the more coquettish, and it was a little blurry in a trance, and the skinny finger with the dark ring stretched out, it was a letter from heaven.

Wuchou had a smile on his face, looked at the man beside him and said, "It's a perfect match, I'm here to congratulate you and Jiang Fei."

That year, it was rare for Canglan to have snowfall. I don't know if the letter of worship was accepted, and the letter of happiness in Dahong was a bit dazzling.

The news spread all over Sifeng. He couldn't understand the man's attitude and didn't resist, but he seemed a little unhappy.

He put the red plums into the vase and asked, "Master likes Senior Jiang?"

The plum blossoms were in full bloom, and candlelight next to it fell on the man's eyebrows and eyes. The man held the letter in his hand. Hearing this, he raised his eyes, with a calm emotion in them.

"Wu Chou's calculations are always infallible, and he can't make mistakes. I can't say I like Jiang Fei very much, but it's better than others."

He clenched his sleeves tightly, "If you don't like it, why are you still together?"

There was a little more emotion in the voice, the man was a little surprised in his eyes, looked at him and said, "Why are you so nervous."

"Even if I become a Taoist partner with him, you will still be my apprentice in the future... Moreover, he can also help take care of you."

He didn't speak, but stared at the man for a while, the plum blossoms were placed on the table, he turned and went out without saying anything.

When the man went out at night, he looked at the lonely moonlight alone, and the silver light all over the ground was filled with loneliness.

He lowered his eyes, a shadow fell from his eyelashes.

He didn't want that person to be with others... But now that it really happened, he couldn't bear to let that person go against his will because of him.

Putting the fingertips in the snow, it was icy cold. The man was gone, and the whole mountain seemed to cool down.

For the rest of the day, he avoided the man and didn't go to him, worried that he would lose control of his emotions because of his confusion.

The man seemed hesitant to speak, but he didn't say anything in the end, but his face turned paler.

On the day when the contract was formed, he went out to accept the task of beheading Xie Chong in the outer town.All the fellow disciples went to that person's wedding, and he came out alone.

The town was very quiet, he carried his sword to look for the traces of Xie Chong, walked on the street, but did not find Xie Chong, but met a group of demon cultivators.

There was an enchantment around him, and he tried his best to break through the enchantment to escape. There were bloodstains all over the snow, and he hid in a cave.

The silver blade revealed a cold light, and the smell of blood filled the cave, and the cold wind blew in, engraving on the face like a knife cut.

Those demon cultivators have been wandering around. He stayed in the cave for an unknown period of time, until it was dark, but the demon energy still did not dissipate.

I don't know why, it seems that Moxiu can't get into the cave, but he can't get out at all if he guards outside.

At night, the sky darkened, and the lights reflected in the distance. The dim lights looked far away and fell into his eyes. He only felt that his hands and feet were frozen and stiffened by the cold wind.

The blood clotted on the ground, turning into a dark color.

He held the long sword tightly, but his mind became dizzy again, black mist emerged from the place where the demon was injured, and the wound felt like a burning pain.

The pupils were a little bit slack, and the heart was empty, with some pain. Just before closing the eyes, it seemed that a figure appeared in front of the cave.

It was the man who saved him again.

On the day of the Dao Dao pawn, the man heard that there was an evil chong in the mountain town, and he left all the heads of the immortal sects to solve the so-called good fate, and came to look for him.

"Yuan'er, don't blame yourself, this is my own choice..."

"There will be no one else in the future, you don't have to be afraid..."

"From now on, we will only die, not live."

He heard the man's voice, but he couldn't open his eyes. He felt his eyelashes tremble slightly, his fingertips clenched the bedding tightly, and his heart seemed to be burned.

The man held his hand, and the warmth spread gradually, "It's Master's fault, I shouldn't have neglected you...I should have figured it out a long time ago."

The clear voice rang in his ears for a long time, and he moved his fingertips slightly, trying to hold the man's hand back, but his consciousness became more and more drowsy, and he fell asleep again.

After he woke up, he obviously found that something was different in his body, as if his blood vessels had been dredged, and his cultivation speed was many times faster than before.

The man was very happy at first, but then he was a little worried, but he still didn't say anything to him. He only taught him how to practice sword in the peak every day, and Jiang Fei never came to Yizhi Peak again.

His cultivation is improving day by day, and he is very happy in his heart. The man is also happy for him, and he always praises him, "Yuan'er is very powerful, and I think he will surpass those previous disciples of the same school soon."

"But you don't have to work too hard, no matter how well you cultivate, Master will never despise you."

"You will always be unique in Master's heart."

He looked at the man in the distance. The man was dressed in a moonlight white robe, which seemed to blend with the color of the snow. His face was also a little pale, and his figure was thin and transparent.

"Master—"

He threw the sword in his hand, went to hug the man, the fragrance of the man's body came from the tip of his nose, he was taller, he wrapped his arms around the man's waist, and with a light grip, he was able to pull him into his arms.

It was only after he hugged his heart that he fell down. For a moment just now, he thought the man would disappear in front of him.

"How old are you, why are you still so clingy?"

There was a smile in the man's voice, but he still reached out and patted him on the back without pushing him away.

When he lowered his head, he could see the black eyelashes and the snow-white side face of the person in his arms. He wanted to keep hugging him and refused to let go, but in the end, he let go a little bit.

The snow on the eaves refracted a cold light, and there was a cold wind that night. When he went to call the man the next day, the man didn't wake up, and he didn't wake up until night.

He kept guard in front of the man's bed, and when the man woke up, he still hadn't recovered. There seemed to be a tight string in his heart, and he didn't know when it would break.

The man's ink was scattered behind him, his face was still white, his cold white fingertips were so skinny that they seemed to break when they were folded, he looked at him with a smile in his eyes.

"You have been guarding here?"

He didn't speak, and waited for the man to explain. The man put on a robe and said to him, "It's just that I've been a little sleepy recently. Maybe I want to break through, so my breath is a little disordered."

He stared at the man's face, his voice was cold, with imperceptible tension, "Breakthrough will not fall asleep without breathing."

The man came over and pulled his ears, "Then do you listen to others or me?"

He stopped talking, except that he went to look for the man every day, and in his spare time, he went to look through the records of the Cangshu Pavilion, but unfortunately found nothing. The man did not have this kind of situation after that, but he went out for a while when his cultivation reached another level.

He didn't tell him where he went. After returning, the man began to become more lethargic.

Sometimes he just sleeps for a whole day, and he keeps guarding in front of the bed. The man looks sick and broken. He looks distressed and asks the man repeatedly every day.

"Master, let's go out and have a look, to the fourteen states..."

The man would always pat his hand, "It will be fine after a while, don't worry, how is your sword practice..."

That stunning face seemed to be able to be covered with one hand, he couldn't help it no matter what, he could only talk to the man by the bed every day, with the blue lamp burning beside him, and the candlelight reflected on the side, making the man's face paler and paler .

He was still in front of the bed that day, watching the man hide the blood-stained handkerchief with his own eyes, and his heart seemed to be pulled. The man's skinny fingertips kept holding his wrist and refused to let go.

Snow was falling outside, and the man whispered a word to him before he passed out.

"Yuan'er, live well."

The thin fingertips drooped little by little, and the candlelight was also extinguished.

The author has something to say: there will be another chapter in a while, and I will post it after finishing my meal.

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感谢在2020-10-0620:25:14~2020-10-0718:08:32期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: Yang Linyue, 1 bottle of goose goose goose;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!