Junior brother is always breaking down

puff.

Song Feiyu fell into the yard again, but this time he fell harder than the last time.

He vomited a mouthful of blood from his side and struggled a bit, but he didn't stand up like last time.

"What are you still hiding? Are you waiting to collect the body for me?!"

Song Feiyu snorted coldly, all the gentle expressions on his small face were gone, only a cold arrogance remained.

He likes his cousin Mingyu very much, but not enough to make him let go of his figure completely.

In his heart, apart from Mingyu's talent is not bad, other things, no matter his status as a bastard, or his poor and dead mother, are not worthy of him, the proud son of heaven.

Even if the two really form a Taoist couple in the future, in his prediction, besides doting on him and pampering him, Brother Nine should not have any bad thoughts.

He has always thought so, so he is willing to give brother Jiu relative respect, trying to let this person know his good intentions.

However, at this moment, it seems that his grievance Brother Jiu doesn't seem to feel it at all.

This person obviously didn't know how he put himself down to him, and he didn't even know what position he should put himself as a bastard who was not favored by his family.

"Little Master."

The two people hiding in the yard rushed out, one hurriedly helped him up, and the other reached out and grabbed Song Feiyu's wrist with an ugly expression, sending him spiritual power.

"Ninth Young Master, do the elders in the family know what you have done?" One of them asked coldly.

"Such actions..." Ye Jiuli chuckled when he heard the words, and asked politely: "May I ask what you will do?"

He glanced at the three of them gently, and said with a smile in his voice, "Is it magnanimous to forgive the two young masters for allowing your young master to break into my cave for retreat and practice, and almost make me go crazy? Or is it forgiving?" Do you mind if he destroys my cave and allow the two of you to break into my private house without consent? Or, did you not join forces with the Song family to surround and beat my little junior brother?"

Every time he said a word, the faces of these two people became ugly.

Song Feiyu was pure-hearted and didn't know the purpose of this trip, but they were extremely clear in their hearts - they came with the purpose of destroying Ye Jiuli from the beginning to the end.

This house had already opened the closed formation before retreating. They borrowed the key given by some people in the sect to open the barrier and came in. The reason why they led Song Feiyun into the cave was because they really wanted Song Feiyu Ye Jiuli got mad.

However, this kind of thing can be understood but cannot be conveyed in words, especially the little ancestor Song Feiyu cannot be known.

However, at this moment, this little ancestor is not a fool, how could he not understand after hearing this?

"How dare you plot against me?" Song Feiyu laughed back angrily, slapped open the wrist that was feeding him spiritual power, sneered and pushed his hand away and stood up.

"Young master, that's not the case, don't listen to his nonsense!" The two said hastily.

Song Feiyu raised his hand to stop the two from defending, walked to Ye Jiuli's side, and stood still outside Su Mo's attack.

"Brother Nine, I'm sorry, I'm the one who caused you trouble this time. You should be angry with me. I'll pay attention to this next time. Don't be angry with me, okay?" Song Feiyu said in a low voice. Said in a low voice, with a bit of pleading in his voice.

He raised his head and looked at Ye Jiuli with seriousness and sincerity in his eyes.

Such a handsome and proud young man put down his figure because of love, and his eyes are full of dependence and sincerity, which is simply irresistible.

The smile on the corner of Ye Jiuli's mouth was even stronger, and his eyebrows and eyes were also crooked. He nodded and said softly, "I know you didn't do it on purpose, but you were just used by the bitch." It's like a lover's whisper, which seduces people to indulge in it.

Song Feiyu stared at him blankly, a burning desire to possess slowly welled up in his eyes.

This kind of Ninth Brother, who looks gentle but is actually full of danger, really makes him unable to let go.

There was a shy smile on his face, a blush climbed up his jade-like cheeks, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he involuntarily took a few steps closer.

"That's great, I knew Brother Nine wouldn't blame me." He smiled happily, like an innocent child, and people would laugh out loud when they saw it.

"I came today because I agreed with my family that I would go on a mission with Brother Nine. I have already met Su Zongzhu, and he also promised me that I can go with Brother Nine. Brother Nine, this time we I can rely on you for the family trials of the Song family!" Song Feiyu said with a smile.

His eyes were very dependent, and he was also very happy. Obviously, if he was not afraid of Su Mo, a weird and powerful madman, he would definitely rush to hug Ye Jiuli's arm.

I don't know if he sensed his gaze, but Su Mo glanced at him expressionlessly, then slowly raised both hands, hugged Ye Jiuli's arm, and hung it like a pendant. up.

Shameless little bitch!vixen!

Song Feiyu couldn't suppress a trace of anger in his eyes, but he didn't want to show bad emotions in front of his brother Ninth, so he smiled and said, "Brother Ninth, how are you?"

Although he seemed to be acting like a baby and waiting for Ye Jiuli's consent, in fact, Song Jiaming's family had already negotiated with Su Qing, and now that he came here, he was just telling Ye Jiuli.

After all, Mingyu is just an unfavored bastard in the family.

The smile on Ye Jiuli's face became warmer and warmer, and no one but Su Mo could feel the coldness in his eyes.

"Nature is good, I will help you."

Not to be angry despite being injured twice, this kind of temper is not what Song Feiyu in Mingyu's memory should have. It seems that his nominal mother-in-law is going to do something.

Ye Jiuli glanced down at Su Mo, smiled nonchalantly and sent Song Feiyu and the three of them out, then made an appointment to meet again, and then went to the mission hall to pick up suitable missions.

As early as the moment he confronted Nangong Sui, he knew that the balance that Mingyu had managed so well would definitely be broken by Su Mo, the son of the master of the Moshan Sword Sect.

It's just that he didn't expect that after more than ten years of hard work, Mingyu was still like a mantis holding a cart when facing the Ming family, which was sad and ridiculous.

Making friends with the son of the sect master is obviously a kind of help. If it was another family, Mingyu's status would only be elevated because of Su Mo, but in Ming's family, their first thought was not to cultivate, but to cultivate. It is extermination.

Whether it is Mingyu or himself, in the eyes of the Ming family, they are always just dust that can be brushed away at will.

"Ah Jiu, are you in a bad mood?" Su Mo asked with his head tilted, his black eyes were wide open, and there was only the shadow of Ye Jiuli in his pupils, as if this person was everything to him.

"It's okay, I just feel that... the Ming family is all a bunch of bastards who need to be beaten, and it's just a little itchy." Ye Jiuli smiled and pinched his neck, narrowed his eyes slightly, and stretched out his slender fingers to touch Su Mo. His eyes flickered.

"Unhappy, come on, give me a smile, let me poke your dimples."

"..."

Su Mo was stunned, his eyes widened in a daze, looking at that beautiful and slender finger, after he blinked his eyes, he raised the corners of his mouth expressionlessly, trying to get out the dimple at the corner of his mouth, and then Push hard, make it deeper, deeper...

The author has something to say: In response to the request of the general public (how large? In fact, there are only 12 people, and it’s still a nest of myself, haha), a new chapter [New Year’s Day Special] is added to the nest. The nest is already sugary, so sweet The kind of dead people, you feel it

[PS: What should I do if I find out that the nest is really meat dregs that will only get hot and can't stew meat, I'm not online, but I'm in a hurry]

PPS: Then thank you mine, the nest has been blown out, please update a lot, hehe

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[New Year's Day Special Chapter - On the Edibility of Ah Jiu]

Today's Moshan Sword Sect is extremely lively. The long-awaited new year is coming, and there is a state of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new everywhere. Even Su Qing, who is calm and solemn, asks his disciples to decorate the main hall, let alone other places. up.

Su Mo has moved into Ye Jiuli's yard for a long time, and he always looks forward to every festival, because only during festivals, the table will be filled with all kinds of delicious food, so that he can eat hard enough.

The last thing is that Ah Jiu, who has been bigu for a long time and doesn't like to eat with his hands, will make an exception to eat something with him only during the festival.

There are only two things in this world that Su Xiaomo cannot refuse, one is Ah Jiu, and the other is food.

Because after a long time without enough to eat, Su Xiaomo has always had a "mine can only be mine" attitude towards food, but recently he felt something was wrong because he saw Ah Jiu's Sometimes, even if you only hear Ah Jiu's voice, you will always have that "mine is mine" attitude that is more paranoid than food!

Su Xiaomo was a little scared, and also full of guilt, because it seemed that he was very sorry for Ah Jiu to treat him as the food that must be eaten and hidden in his stomach.

He tried very hard to endure, but after something happened today, all his patience and three views suddenly collapsed and rebuilt.

He felt that his illness was getting worse.

Because, as long as he sees Ah Jiu, he will have a stronger desire to devour than storing food and devouring food.

It happened like this, new year and new weather, everyone attended the banquet, and then... Ah Jiu got drunk.

He had never seen Ah Jiu like this before, he didn't say anything, he didn't do anything, he just smiled quietly, his eyebrows were curved, and the corners of his eyes were full of intoxicating tenderness.

This kind of Ah Jiu is simply very pleasing, as if she has removed all the hard shells, and then showed her soft heart to herself.

Yes, he was alone!

Because, no matter who it is, as long as Ah Jiu is close to Ah Jiu, Ah Jiu will draw his sword with a smile, and his spiritual power will burst. Even if the smile is sweet and intoxicating, everyone who is stared at will shudder.

Most importantly, Ah Jiu only listened to him alone.

"Ah Jiu, let's go back." Su Xiaomo kept a straight face, trying not to let his face show covetousness. In fact, except for the sober Ye Jiuli, no one could see through his expressionless Bingshan doll's face. He was completely overwhelmed with any emotions.

Ah Jiu, who had always been noble and glamorous, tilted her head and glanced at him. His eyes turned red involuntarily. For some reason, he suddenly felt very thirsty.

"Ah Jiu, you said that you would accompany me to have the New Year's Eve dinner." Today, there are all idlers waiting here, so this trip is not worth eating!

"Hmm." Ah Jiu nodded slowly, then stretched out her hand.

That hand is really pretty, as if carved out of white jade, it looks sweeter than snow jade crispy cake.

Su Xiaomo reached out quickly as if afraid that someone would snatch her away, took that beautiful hand, resisted the urge to take a bite, and brought him home.

Back in the house, Su Xiaomo immediately brought out some of Ah Jiu's favorite dishes that he had prepared a long time ago and placed in the space ring.

"Ah Jiu, let's eat..." Let's eat.

Su Xiaomo's voice slowly disappeared from his mouth, he stared blankly at the two white jade fingers holding the red vermilion fruit, and cautiously approached them.

"Ah Jiu, I... can I eat?"

he asked nervously.

Then, he saw that Ah Jiu stretched out his hand and stuffed the fruit directly into his mouth. His slender fingers stayed on his tongue for a long time before slowly taking it back.

Su Xiaomo was stunned with the fruit in her mouth - Ah Jiu, it's sweeter than that fruit!No, that fruit can't compare with Ah Jiu at all!

Just when he was in a daze, he saw Ah Jiu's handsome face getting closer and closer, and then a soft feeling rubbed against his lips, and Ah Jiu's long eyelashes touched the side of his face.

grunt.

He subconsciously swallowed the fruit whole. Ah Jiu couldn't find the fruit, and seemed extremely dissatisfied. She frowned and moved closer, then opened her mouth, bit...bite...bite licking his powdered-sugar lips...

Well!

sweet!

Very, very, very very sweet!the kind!

"Stingy ghost." Ah Jiu frowned, and quickly backed away. He reached out and poked the corner of his mouth in dissatisfaction, squinted his eyes, and his eyes were full of evil smiles: "Su Xiaomo, how dare you?" Grab something from me!"

Su Xiaomo's head was rumbling, he stared at Ah Jiu's lips, and suddenly had a feeling of epiphany - it turned out that the thing in this world that made him want to eat the most was not food, but Ah Jiu!

Ah Jiu is much sweeter than food, and it is also an existence that he absolutely cannot let go of.

He stayed there for a long time, so long that he didn't know when Ah Jiu fell asleep.

He secretly grabbed Ah Jiu's hand, carefully put it on the tip of his teeth and rubbed it lightly—well, it's still so sweet.

He touched Ah Jiu's beautiful lips, his eyes were curved, and his eyes were shining happily.

The first day of the year was really confusing.

What a delicious first day of the year.

The first day of this year is really... very satisfying, both the stomach and the brain seem to be "full"!

The author has something to say: is it sweet or not?Is it delicious or not?Hey, I wish you both spiritual and physical satisfaction in the new year! o(*￣︶￣*)o

PS: The previous chapter is today’s update, don’t miss it, okay?