Master wants to hug

Master is here?

She was terribly flustered in her heart, Fang Su must have disliked Wen Xiang for making herself into such a mess.

"Master." She mumbled, and found that she couldn't even use her tongue well.

Fang Su reached out and pulled her up.

Yueming couldn't stand stably, she could only lean on the table, clasping the wooden table tightly with her hands, her fingers were blue, she forced a smile and said, "Why is the master here?"

"You've been away for half a month, and I thought you were going to become a nun." Fang Su said, "What? Are you confused?"

Yueming felt that his throat was hurting, and said in a hoarse voice, "We'll talk after we go out."

"I want to hug you?"

"No...no need."

Before she finished speaking, she was hugged by Marquis Pingyang, Fang Su smiled and said, "It's a lot heavier, it's not as easy as holding it when I was a child."

"Master, I am 17 years old."

"Go to the nunnery without saying a word, I think you are seven years old, not a lot."

Yueming grabbed Fang Su's sleeve, bowed his head and was speechless.I do not know when, the aroma is gone.

Fang Su carried her out, it was a long corridor without lights, deep and dark.

Yueming subconsciously grasped Fang Su's wrist.

"I'm here," Fang Su said in the usual tone, "don't be afraid."

It's getting darker.

"Why, so long?" She couldn't help but ask.

"Yeah, why is it so long?"

Fang Su's voice came from above.

She hugged Fang Su tightly.

Fang Su rubbed her chin on the top of her head, and said with a smile, "Are you scared?"

"Fear."

"I'm here."

"I have always been here."

When Fang Su spoke, all the warm air was blown to Yue Ming's ears, and she suddenly had a very strange feeling.

Itchy and numb and hot.

"Master." She said.

"what happened?"

"I'm uncomfortable."

"Huh?" Fang Su hugged her into his arms, "Where is it uncomfortable?"

She thought, this is Pingyang Hou Fangsu, and this is the commander-in-chief of Xichang Shifu Army.

She thought, she took your name, and she also gave you your title.

She thought, this is your master, you might as well be a beast if you do this.

So what, she thought?

"It hurts," she said.

"Oh?"

The next moment she understood what Yue Ming meant.

After their lips touched.

Fang Su didn't hug her, and let go of her hand suddenly, as if panicked.

Yueming staggered, and threw herself and Fang Su together against the wall.

It hurt the bridge of her nose, and she felt the pain.

So she just cried out.

Tears fell drop by drop down the cheeks.

Yueming felt wronged, but didn't know where he was wronged.

Maybe it's not what you want, or it's doomed to no results.

Why is it so hard to like someone?Why think so much?

She was dumbfounded when tears hit Fang Su's face.

Hou Ye, who had swept the blade across his eyelids and did not change his face, froze in place.

"Master," Yueming called her like a long time ago, when she was a child, "Master, I feel bad."

She was waiting, waiting for Fang Su's decision.

Fang Su always plays a decisive role in her affairs. A sweep of his hand can save her life, and a push of his hand can save her forever.

She is waiting, waiting for Fang Su to give her a good time.

"What?" Fang Su said coldly.

Yueming's whole body was cold.

She even began to regret not taking a breath of Wenxiang.

But this idea only exists for a moment, and no matter how good the dream is, it is still a dream.

She would rather be hacked into pieces in the world than dream of being a couple for life.

"I, Master Xinyue."

She is trembling.

Fang Su's hand was still on her waist, because he was afraid that she would not be able to stand firmly.

It seemed to her that those hands were made of ice.

"What do you mean?" Fang Su asked, she frowned, "Yueming, you and I are master and apprentice." There was even a hint of persuasion in her tone.

So, he treated her like a child again?

"Master, I am pleased with you," she said without knowing where the courage came from, "It's not the kind of sympathy that masters and apprentices have, but I want, I want..."

"Thinking about what?"

"I want to be as happy as Mrs. Hou Ye." She answered quickly.

After speaking, he almost slapped himself.

Fang Su seemed to laugh, but he didn't seem to laugh either.

But she really didn't have any expression on her face, like a statue of a god.

Yueming was so stiff that she couldn't move.

"Get up." Fang Su said.

"Sorry."

"Oh?"

"The master hasn't told me yet, what do you mean?"

"What does this Marquis mean?" Fang Su narrowed his eyes in the dark, and said, "This Marquis sees that you want to have your leg broken."

Master Fang took out the fan that could break bones, fanned it, and then slammed it down towards Yueming's waist.

Yueming heard the sound of breaking wind, but remained motionless.She is really a fool.

After receiving such a response, she was not sad for a moment, but a kind of relief.

As if he had lost the last straw, he closed his eyes in pain and resolutely.

There is no need to hang around half-dead all the time.

Then there is the pain.

It hurt more than the few times she was stabbed on the battlefield. The knife pierced into the flesh, and Fang Su's words pierced into the heart.

She took a deep breath, suppressing her trembling.

But the fan didn't fall on her body, and frivolously scraped Yueming's belt, along the back.

There seems to be something wrong.

Yueming thought.

There seemed to be nothing wrong with it, except for the fan sticking to his neck.

Fang Su's movements seemed to be flirting, but the air-conditioning fan pressed against her neck seemed to kill her.

"I overstepped the rules." She bowed her head actively.

"Over the moment?" The fan tapped her on the neck without exerting any force, "Do you still know what is over the moment?"

Yueming said: "Master, if I feel offended, I would like to apologize with death."

"Apologizing with death?" The fan skipped his chin, lifted Yueming's chin, and said, "Didn't I say that your life belongs to me?"

"master……"

"Ok?"

"What do you mean?"

"What do I mean?" Fang Su's breath fell on Yueming's lips, "What do you mean by this Marquis?"

"I do not know."

"Dare to say it but dare not admit it." Fang Su took away the fan, casually kissed the little apprentice on the lips, and said, "Isn't the meaning of this marquis more obvious?"

Yueming experienced great joy and great sorrow all at once, and his already stiff tongue really couldn't utter a word this time.

"Stupid?" Fang Su raised his eyebrows.

"Master means..."

"I'm boring." Fang Su said, "Can I go? Just go if you can, this place is suffocating."

Fang Su broke away from her and left first.

The little apprentice was still leaning against the wall, motionless, as if he had entered a painting.

"what happened?"

She knew that she was teasing her cruelly, and she touched Yueming to pull her, but she touched her face.

The dried tears appeared on the little apprentice's face again.

"Why are you crying?" Fang Su said helplessly.

"I didn't cry."

Fang Su wiped tears on Yueming's lips, and said, "Fart."

Fang Su is Fang Su, who can be scolded so gracefully.

Yueming licked it, it was salty.

Fang Su's fingertips were warm.

She pushed forward and bit Fang Su's finger.

Master Fang wanted to pull his hand but failed, and said: "Are you a dog?"

With Yueming night vision, of course it can be seen clearly that Fang Su is not angry, and there is a bit of doting in his smile.

"No."

"Did I ask you what you belong to?" Fang Su laughed angrily.

"No." She answered honestly.

"Are you really stupid?" Fang Su asked seriously.

Yueming stared at her blankly, then shook his head.

That's just being silly.

"Master, master," Yueming tugged at her sleeve, sticky, and said, "You haven't said what exactly you mean?"

"You still don't understand after the kiss?" Fang Su flicked his sleeves impatiently, but he didn't shake off the little apprentice's hand.

"that is……"

"It means agreeing, don't talk nonsense." Fang Su said, "Let's go."

Yue Ming followed Fang Su like a little daughter-in-law, because Fang Su didn't want her to tug on her sleeves, so she could only tug on the hem of her clothes.

Master Fang Hou hummed, and Yueming immediately retracted his hand in fright.

Fang Su frowned, grabbed the little apprentice's hand, and held it tightly.

"master?"

"Ok?"

"How did you know I was here?"

"Ask that Zen master."

"ask?"

Fang Su said indifferently: "I asked about Zhisha."

As she walked, she said: "You haven't come back for half a month. I found you here and found that you were not there. The master said that you went to the street, but my people have been waiting in Qingxin Temple since the morning. When did you leave?" ? After asking a few words, she answered."

Fang Su said it lightly, but Yueming knew that the scene was definitely not as simple as she said.

Yueming frowned and smiled, "Master is really kind."

"If you run to such a place in the future, your leg will be broken." Fang Su said coldly.

"Yes." She said, "It's just Master, this place is not simple."

"Oh? How difficult is it? Built a golden house to hide the beauty?" Fang Su said: "When I saw you for the first time, I thought that nun had taken a fancy to you and wanted to imprison you."

"……what."

Yueming said solemnly: "This Qingxin Temple sells addictive drugs. After using them, people will feel ecstatic. It is said that they can see everything that can be seen and get everything that can be obtained."

After she finished speaking, she thumped in her heart, and looked at Fang Su.

"It's just a mirror image." Fang Su said with a sneer, "What's the point?"

"No...it's not interesting," she said, "This is Qingxin Temple, which is small, but its interior is intricate, so I rushed to investigate..."

"I know now."

After not seeing the sun for a long time, Yueming came out and saw the sky for the first time, and immediately closed his eyes due to the pain.

"Get in the carriage." Fang Su said.

Yueming followed.

Fang Su likes to burn incense in the car, but today there is no smell at all.

"What's wrong?" Fang Su's voice sounded.

Close at hand.

"My little apprentice, what are you thinking?" Fang Su's fingers touched Yueming's lips casually.

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