The teacher and apprentice are on the rise!

The sea of ​​consciousness was pitch black, and Cen Shu's Nascent Soul villain's hands were trapped in the only light cluster in it, gently kneading him.

That finger seemed to carry a special power, like an old craftsman who made clay figurines, shaping the light balls in his hands into muscles and bones.

Before falling off, Yingshi secretly hid a strand of Xue Yu's consciousness. Cen Shu took out this strand of consciousness and put it back into his empty spiritual mansion, using it as a seed to re-cultivate the Nascent Soul for him.

So the little tinder grew day by day in the dark sea of ​​consciousness, and Cen Shu personally molded a human shape for him bit by bit.

Every day, every month, every year.

The Nascent Soul is no different from the physical body. When his fingerprints rub against the newborn skin under his palm, there seems to be a wonderful resonance.

The ball of light that had faintly revealed a human figure seemed ashamed to bear these touches, and trembled unsteadily.

The halo around him exploded like burrs, and he shivered like a cat nestled in the hands of its owner to avoid taking a bath.

The Nascent Soul villain opened his arms slightly, and plunged himself into the ball of light.

Xue Yu was pressed tightly by Cen Shu, and he even felt that he could feel some kind of unspeakable emotion from the other's embrace.

At a certain moment, Cen Shu seemed to no longer exist.

And the embrace of the other party turned into an almost suffocating tide. He was swayed by such a turbulent tide, and wave after wave hit the shore.

The twisted and changing porch walls around him slowly faded away, he floated up from the water and out of the dream in a trance, and struggled to open his eyes again.

The long-lost sense of reality came as promised, and the gentle light of Ye Mingzhu pierced the darkness, causing Xue Yu's pupils, which had not been exposed to light for a long time, to contract sharply.

Cen Shu seemed to feel the change in him, his forehead moved slightly away from the center of his brows.

Those nearly pitch-black pupils are close at hand, and a strange light ignites in the eyes of the person in front of him.

Xue Yu looked at him for a while, and seemed to be a little dazed: "...Is this also a dream?"

It's a little heartless for Xue Yu to ask this question.

There is no Jiazi in the mountains, and the cold is so cold that he doesn't know the year. He slept in the dark, and he didn't know that it took nearly 200 years for Cen Shu to reshape his Nascent Soul.

If this is a beautiful dream, it should be Cen Shu's dream.

"No," he leaned over again, touching the tip of the nose of the person in front of him and said, "You're awake."

His voice was very soft, as if it was the same as the "I miss you very much" that Cen Shu said in the previous dream, suppressing a lot of emotions that Xue Yu couldn't understand.

This sentence was very familiar, as if it was a morning that was no different from usual, Xue Yu just woke up in Cen Shu's arms, and the latter looked at him with his head down, saying an ordinary morning greeting.

The dreamlike feeling finally faded away like the tide, leaving only the traces of the waves that had come on the wet beach.

The past life that seemed real and fake suddenly became distant in Xue Yu's mind, and when he recalled it, it seemed that he couldn't see it clearly through a layer of fuzzy frosted glass.

It's just that this dream seemed to be extraordinarily long, and when Xue Yu woke up, he even felt a little like a lifetime away.

For a moment, he also forgot that he was dead, and he was injured in the confrontation with the little boss, so that his Nascent Soul was shattered and his spiritual consciousness dissipated.

To explain it from the perspective of modern medicine is to become a vegetable.

He just thought he had just slept in.

Xue Yu was dazed for a few seconds after waking up, and asked with a nasal voice: "Have I slept for a long time?"

"A long time." Cen Shu paused, and repeated emphatically, "A long time."

Xue Yu could hear a sense of exhaustion in relief, as if a long journey had come to an end, and he could finally rest.

So Cen Shu rested in his heart, as if bidding farewell to loneliness.

The hall was so quiet that Xue Yu could even hear his own heart beating.

The two of them were lying sideways on the bed, so when Cen Shu approached him with the back of his head, he didn't feel as oppressive as in the dream.

Xue Yu didn't know if he was influenced by the person in the dream, and when the other person's lips touched him, he accidentally opened his mouth: "I..."

While the lips were moving, the cold and fragrant breath was soaked between his lips and teeth.

"I...I miss you very much."

The kind of missing that has substance came long after the sentence blurted out.Xue Yu realized that he actually really missed Cen Shu.

In that dream of unknown origin and undistinguishable authenticity, while he wanted to kiss that old man with a familiar face, he frantically stopped himself: What are you thinking!This is your patron who will lose his job if he kisses you!

——But it's really like a kiss.

Xue Yu couldn't remember if his boss looked like Cen Shu, or if he couldn't remember any specific person in his previous life.

And only that wish became more and more real.

Whenever the beautiful cat in the office jumped on Cen Shu's knees and cocked its tail to act coquettishly, Xue Yu wanted to rush up to chase it away.

This is obviously his position.

He is Cen Shu's cat.

Those caresses should belong to him, and the kisses should also belong to him. When they fell on Xue Yu, the sense of reality also came together.

It was Cen Shu who woke him up, and it was Cen Shu who brought him out of such a vain dream.

He looked at Cen Shu with eyes sparkling in the glow of the night pearl, and his tone was innocent and cute for some reason.

"Master, I really miss—"

Cen Shu's kiss suddenly pressed down, blocking Xue Yu's confession in his throat.

He kissed fiercely and urgently, the tip of his teeth could not be concealed from his soft lips, and the rust smell immediately exploded on the taste buds of the two of them.

Xue Yu's throat was tightened by his kiss, and he responded clumsily, a little out of rhythm.

However, the other party seemed dissatisfied with such shriveled lips and teeth, and suddenly bent his knees to push away Xue Yu's stacked knees, rolled over halfway to sit up, stuck into his cock and bowed down again.

The familiar oppressive feeling came one after another, and Xue Yu couldn't help but snorted.

Cen Shu kissed him passionately, the original cold fragrance seemed to be boiling because of the master's emotion, with a kind of aggressive eagerness.

Xue Yu felt that he was about to be soaked by this smell, they seemed to be fused together without a single gap.

For a moment, he also seemed to be dissatisfied with such a superficial touch.

His brain was rushing down with the hot blood, and he was not upholding some kind of moral dedication at this time—not detoxification, nor helping, but his own thinking—wanted to "be together" with Cen Shu.

After a long time, Xue Yu's neck turned red, and Cen Shu's moist lips fell on the base of his ears, pecking and kissing, with small irregular breaths.

The man's passionate breathing was so sexy that he couldn't help but gasp.

He was itchy from being pecked, so he raised his hand and pushed Cen Shu's chest, but he didn't move at all.

Cen Shu's chest was strong, and he was pressed very tightly. The two of them were pressed together, and there was no way to hide any changes in their bodies.

Xue Yu's cheeks were also flushed, he didn't have his legs up, and the feeling of the door being wide open made him a little bit ashamed.

He didn't look at the person on his body, and said like a mosquito, "Master, you... what's wrong with that."

He put it more tactfully. In fact, both of them were very energetic, testing each other through two layers of clothing.

Cen Shu stopped pecking and kissing him: "Yes."

"Can't you get up this time?"

The last time they were ready to go like this, this person obviously left very quickly.

Cen Shu was silent for a long time, and finally buried him in his neck, and gave a low "hmm" again.

Xue Yu was a little ready to move: "...then sleep with one?"

Cen Shu kissed the delicate skin behind his ear, then slowly straightened up, took Xue Yu's hand, and pressed his palm on his belt.

The meaning seemed to be to ask Xue Yu to explain it for him, but the other party looked at him with a kind of revealing eyes, obviously wanting to peel him off.

Xue Yu also stared back at the past.

His brain seemed to grow on the back of his hand in an instant, even if he was not so clear-or even if he was sober, he was fooled by Cen Shu's pressing and kissing.

His not-so-flexible fingers swayed quickly, and he had honestly untied the belt.

The clothes fell off layer by layer and hung on Cen Shu's arms.

The efficiency of this undressing was really low, because the man's palm was sticking to Xue Yu's cheek, and when he was dawdling, he couldn't help but bow down and continue asking for kisses, as if he didn't want to let him go for a moment.

When Cen Shu pressed down, Xue Yu just hadn't had time to raise his hand. When the two of them pressed together, his arm was squeezed between his chest and abdomen, and he just used his forearm to compare the weight.

The mouth was still blocked by the other party, Xue Yu couldn't speak, so he could only express his appreciation with a heavy "huh".

Without the barrier of clothes, Cen Shu's hot muscles pressed against him, as hard as a wall.

This man's abdominal muscles are obviously so strong, but his waist is really thin. Xue Yu circled his legs and measured it.

Cen Shu was calm in his arms and kissed seriously, but the person in his arms was messed up first.

Xue Yu tugged at Cen Shu's arm to make him lift it up.

"Let me off," he urged in a low voice, "let me off, let me off."

……

Outside the window, the fine snow fell violently, drenching the lonely moon.

The next morning, Xue Yu was still awakened by a familiar buzzing sound.

The perspective seen after opening the eyes is also very familiar.

He was still nestled in Cen Shu's arms, and when he opened his eyes, he saw his master's delicate and pale chin.

In the countless early mornings spent on the Daxue Mountain, Xue Yu always woke up like this.

It's just that he is no longer the fluffy little ball he used to be. Although the growth of the snow leopard has been stagnant for 200 years due to the sleeping consciousness, and he has not grown into a majestic big leopard according to the plan, but he was still a big long-haired cat before. With such a small body, he couldn't be hugged by just one palm, so he could only spread it flat, forming a leopard blanket on Cen Shu's knees.

"wake up?"

The voice above his head was not like the Qingling in the past, it was like the coarse fine sand on the beach after the tide of emotion receded in his throat.

The sound made Xue Yu's ears warm, and for no reason it reminded him of Cen Shu biting the tip of his ear from the back last night, and the panting|wheezing sound wrapped in hot air fell into his ear, it was an unbearable itch .

The young man's body is very funny, and it will go off if he doesn't wipe it. Xue Yu just listened to Cen Shu's voice, and the figure who was still lying in the bedroom next door immediately stood at attention politely.

How can you speak in such a voice outside and let others hear it? This person is really unconscionable!

Xue Yu blushed in embarrassment, and the snow leopard turned over immediately, from the posture with its belly exposed to the sky to lying on the knees.

The body of the snow leopard is still far from adulthood, and the long snow-white fur on the abdomen hides it, so there is nothing to see.

Even so, he still padded his paws to separate his belly from Cen Shu's thighs.

Last night, his Nascent Soul was congealed, and the human form woke up first. The snow leopard was still in an uncontrollable state, perhaps because the signal was not good because it had slept for a long time.

But Xue Yu had always opened the humanoid account alone in his dream, woke up in a daze last night, and slept with someone in a daze, until now he realized that he had lost one of his accounts, and only now did he reconnect.

Xue Yu: What a mistake!

But dare next time!

"Oh, it just so happens that the younger brother is awake and everyone is there. I'll explain the situation again."

Xue Yu raised his head, belatedly realizing that this was not the bedroom where the two of them slept last night.

Both Yan Fangyu and Feng Shu were there, and the three of them were sitting together in the main hall that was often used for discussions, and they were also in a state of sitting around for a meeting.

Although Yan Fangyu has always disliked the small gestures of these two people in the name of master and apprentice in public, one is that the younger brother has just recovered from a serious illness, and his master is finally happy; The one who came over was a snow leopard. It's not so hot to touch the head and claws. Yan Fangyu can generally accept it.

Everyone is dead——although he is alive again, he can still love his junior brother with normal family affection for a short time.

The specific manifestation is to speak more casually, and not to sneer like leaking air for the time being.

The most fortunate thing for Yan Fangyu now is that before he left, Di Zhao helped to visit. No matter how the little junior brother's snow leopard body was cultivated, as long as Yuanying is not in the mansion, he will not be able to cultivate a human form in the future. .

It's a good thing——

He is so tall and so proud of a cold master, hugging a beautiful boy is enough to make people stare, but such a thing as hugging a beautiful boy on the left and right, people dare not even think about it.

Yan Fangyu's mind wandered, and Xue Yu's mind wandered too.

He had just recovered from the Nascent Soul, and was put to sleep upside down for the whole night. Even with his eyes open, his head was still a bit dazed.

——Did this person just say "little junior brother"?

Snow Leopard tilted his head: "Oh?"

Yan Fangyu's fellowship lasted for less than a minute. Seeing him like this, he still couldn't help laughing and said: "Why is the Nascent Soul congealed, and the body of my junior brother can't speak?"

Xue Yu was still a little unresponsive:?

"Yeah." Cen Shu patted his head condescendingly, and said meaningfully: "It's rather stupid."

Xue Yu:! ! !

Beauty misleads people, he just remembered that he still has an account, and now he realizes that he has two accounts, one prospers both, and the other loses both.

— Vest!

The time it took him to sleep - although this sleep may be a bit long, but his vest was slept off, isn't it outrageous!

The author has something to say: there are still tens of thousands of words left in the text, and the ending will be (more) slower

Wealth password: fine snow