Raiding the Sick Beauty Shizun [Transmigration Book]

A beautiful night.

When Yuan Xu opened his eyes the next morning, the corners of his lips were still upturned.He held back last night and didn't use his animal body, so maybe, maybe, maybe... Master is satisfied this time.

Especially last night when he was begging for mercy with his sobbing voice in Master Geng Sanghua, he even tenderly held those two bright red thin lips, and murmured, answering that person's wishes. "Master, I like you, and only you."

At that time, Geng Sang's crying peach blossom eyes glistened, and his voice trembled as he wept. "Then... what if you become a fairy someday?"

"I will never become a fairy again."

"...You fooled me!" Geng Sanghua couldn't believe it, and turned around, wanting to crawl out of the silver soft silk tent.

Yuan Xu held the pair's white ankles inch by inch, and laughed softly. "How dare the disciple fool you, master? As long as the master is there, the disciple will be there every day."

Geng Sanghua turned his head and glanced at him, his long ink-like hair brushed half of the silver soft gauze tent, with a hesitant expression. "Then, what if I'm not here?"

"If you're not here anymore..." Yuan Xu lowered his head and kissed the pair's fair ankles, and a deep laugh swayed from his chest. "Then, there is no need for the disciple to be there."

Geng Sanghua trembled all over.

And then, no matter how raging he was, he never made another protest.

After Yuan Xu recalled the past, he thoroughly and carefully read every detail in his memory, and felt that he really performed very well last night!This time, Master must also be happy.

There was peace in the tent.

Yuan Xu turned over in this peaceful spring, but unexpectedly found that his arms were empty.The person who was tortured by him last night has disappeared.

Yuan Xu was extremely surprised.Raising a pair of sharp eyebrows, he let out a cry, and immediately lifted the covers and started looking for someone.

"Master?"

The noon sun in early spring swept in a few strands from the Linghua window lattice, illuminating Yuan Xu's eyebrows clearly.The room was in a mess, with all kinds of clothes still lying on the ground in a mess, and the shoes didn't know where to go.

Yuan Xu broke out in a sweat, searched every corner of the room barefoot, but still couldn't find Geng Sanghua's figure.He walked to the door, opened it from the inside to the outside with a swipe, and looked down. There were still people coming and going on the first floor. It was just in time for the meal, and the shop assistants were busy carrying the plates.

With his divine sense, he scanned the crowd three times, but failed to find Geng Sang's painting.

Yuan Xu ran downstairs barefoot.

thump, thump, the places he stepped on barefoot seemed to be on fire, burning with urgency.

Yuan Xu rushed to the high cabinet, sweating all over his face, and asked the shopkeeper behind the counter. "Did you see the guest who stayed with me yesterday?"

The shopkeeper cracked his calculations, slowly raised his head, cast a glance at Yuan Xu, then lowered his eyelids, slowly smacked the corner of his mouth and replied, "I haven't seen it."

He lowered his head and continued to crackle and plan.

Yuan Xu untied his bag, slapped down an ingot of snowflake-edged silver, approached and asked, "Are you sure you haven't seen it?"

This time the shopkeeper doesn't plan to make a deal.He sighed helplessly, and looked up at Yuan Xu. "Guest officer, I really want to take your money, but I really don't see the one who came with you."

Yuan Xu raised his eyebrows, suppressed his anger and said, "He's not familiar with this place..."

"Both of you are cultivators, right?" The shopkeeper interrupted him suddenly, with an even more helpless expression. "You also know that people cultivating immortals are different from us ordinary people! That person may say go, and then go away. You ask me, where can I find someone for you?"

Yuan Xu pushed the piece of snow-white patterned silver under his palm forward, lowering his brows and eyes. "Is it true that no one came out of my room?"

The shopkeeper choked, his eyes drifted to the left, and he replied a little uncertainly: "...There seems to be a child?"

Yuan Xu's Adam's apple quickly rolled a few times, and when he spoke again, his momentum instantly faltered, and his voice became hoarse. "...What kind of child is it?"

The shopkeeper glanced at him up and down, thinking he was aiming carefully, and coughed twice. "Ahem, one, looks a lot like your child."

Yep, another mortal who regards the toddler version of Shizun as his son.

Yuan Xu could only smile wryly, and gestured for his height with his fingers, with his palms hanging on the girdle at his waist. "So tall? Also wearing a white robe?"

"Clothes... yes," the shopkeeper looked at Yuan Xu with a strange look in his eyes, and then said slowly after a pause, "But he's not that tall, guest officer. Your son...is it your son? Or your disciple? Anyway, he looks like he's only Two or three years old, around the beginning of the morning, ran downstairs from your door with bare feet. The clerk in the store asked him where he was going, but he didn't answer, hey!"

The shopkeeper's last few words didn't enter Yuan Xu's mind at all, and his head exploded with a buzzing sound!Three years old!He did it for the second time with Shizun, so cautiously, he didn't even dare to use his body last night, and in the end... turned Shizun into three years old? !

Yuan Xu simply didn't know how he got out of Zhigui Inn, let alone whether Xunnan Street ran north-south or east-west. Anyway, he walked in a mess, and his head was always in a daze.

Looking around, he couldn't find the familiar white figure in the crowd.

From seven years old to three years old...?

There were not many people on the street, but Yuan Xu always thought there were too many people, so many that he couldn't find Master Geng Sang's paintings.

Yuan Xu's head was heavy and his breathing was hot. He was sweating profusely despite the early spring weather.I don't know how long it took, until he was suddenly bumped on the shoulder, raised his eyebrows, and the salesman who bumped him boldly apologized repeatedly in a panic.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this, this fairy..." The shopkeeper bowed his back and apologized, the small things rolled on the ground, the rattle drum rouge box, and a few scattered red clay puppets.

Yuan Xu raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head wearily. "nothing."

The shopkeeper heaved a sigh of relief, bent down and began to pick up the goods on the load.

Yuan Xu lifted his feet and left, thinking, maybe the master really went back to Baishi Mountain just like that.Master, that person has been cultivating immortals on Baishi Mountain since he was seven years old, and he has never done anything out of the ordinary in his life.The most outrageous thing was nothing more than a few fights with him at the foot of Baishi Mountain.

Baishi Mountain...so he wants to go back to Baishi Mountain to find out?

The sound of a rattle drum shaking brought Yuan Xu's attention back.

Probably by accident, he actually turned his head to look at the shopkeeper and asked, "Ahem, have you seen a kid in a snow-white robe like me just now?"

The shopkeeper let out a cry, and looked at him with the same blank expression. After a while, when Yuan Xu turned his head and was about to give up, the shopkeeper scratched his head and beeped softly uncertainly. "...a kid bought a rattle from me just now, the drumhead of the picture of the boy playing lotus."

Huh?Yuan Xu was immediately refreshed.

He walked quickly back to the salesman's burden, with the mentality of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, and bent down to ask a question seriously. "Is that kid wearing a snow-white Taoist robe? How tall is he, and how old is he?"

"About, about three or four years old?" The salesman was taken aback, trying to recall. "It is indeed wearing the same robe as you."

Yuan Xu had a strange expression. "Then, isn't he good-looking?"

The shopkeeper yelled and continued to scratch his head. "Yes, it is very beautiful."

"Isn't he very good-looking?"

"...Yes, it is very good-looking." The salesman carefully sneaked a glance at his expression, and added something flattering. "I've never seen such a beautiful child!"

Yuan Xu hooked his lips and smiled, then took out a piece of silver from the bag and threw it to the shopkeeper. "Okay, I'll buy all the gadgets on your load."

The shopkeeper hurriedly bent down to catch the silver ingot, and left with gratitude.

Yuan Xu saw that there were not so many people on the street, and the peddler had disappeared, so he took out the storage bag in the bag, and collected all the odds and ends on the peddler's burden in one go.The Xiuxian Sect is good at this, there are storage bags all over the place, I really don't want to walk, I can just step on the flying sword and walk away.

Of course, the best thing is this feature right now.

Yuan Xu pinched the storage bag with his fingers, and carefully sniffed the man's breath left on the salesman's burden.Every disciple of the Immortal Cultivation Sect knows how to find people by sound or smell, and so on, so Yuan Xu naturally knows it too.

He sniffed and sniffed, and finally his expression cracked, and he couldn't help showing a look of astonishment.

The salesman who carried the burden was actually not lying!Those children's odd juggling toys in the storage bag really have the smell of Geng Sang's paintings.It's just that... Geng Sanghua just had a fierce harmony with him all night, and then he wandered out to buy a rattle as soon as he opened his eyes?

Yuan Xu felt that this matter was very, unusually unscientific.

This mood continued until he found the painting of Geng Sang squatting and playing with a rattle under the gray-red wall.

A small figure with long hair hanging down to his ankles, nimbly shaking a rattle with his fingers.Looking from the side, the cheeks on both sides are bulging, as if he is devouring something good.

Yuan Xu stopped ten steps away from him, touched the tip of his nose, feeling a little guilty, wondering if this person ran away because he was angry with him.He coughed twice, seeing that Geng Sanghua was still happily playing with the rattle, he had to soften his voice and coax him softly. "Ahem, Master?"

Geng Sanghua suddenly raised his head, then...frowning, he continued to lower his head to play with his rattle.

"Master, cough cough," Yuan Xu began to touch the tip of his nose again, although he had no reason to feel guilty, but he was guilty. "Ahem disciple came to look for you."

Geng Sang paid no attention, as if he didn't hear him at all.

"Ahem..." Yuan Xu coughed so hard that he was almost out of breath, and his face was flushed under his beautiful blue forehead. "Did the disciple not perform well last night?"