The villain is addicted to my furry

The bed in the suzerain's dormitory was huge, and it was more than enough for three adults to roll back and forth on it.

Yin Yu extinguished the candle with a wave of his hand, and the boy was lying beside him with his eyes slightly open, not feeling sleepy.

After the nightmare and the fire, Yin Yu was no longer sleepy, so he simply lay sideways facing the boy, and asked him: "I can't sleep anyway, can you tell me your story?" "My story?" The boy's eyes reflected Looking at the dark clouds flowing outside the window, he seemed to smile, but he didn’t seem to, "I have nothing to say, what about you?" With a golden spoon in my mouth, my father dotes on me and my mother loves me. Although my mother’s fate is unlucky, she passed away because she failed to break through the realm and passed away. But my father loves me even more, so I have never been wronged since I was sensible. I have been growing up in peace and stability, and worshiped in the Supreme Immortal Sect, that's it."

The young man closed his eyes: "The suzerain has been well-clothed and well-fed since he was a child, and he has been loved by thousands of people. My story may not be pleasant to tell."

Yin Yu looked at him without blinking, and had already listened attentively.

The young man sighed helplessly, and said slowly: "From the time I can remember, there has never been a moment when I didn't feel pain. Either I was whipped, or I was beaten severely with a stick. When I hit you, flesh and blood flew all over you. I can’t get out of bed for a month, and the life that hurts every moment is worse than death, and then I drink bowl after bowl of medicine to hang my life, so as to prevent you from really dying and having no fun.”

Yin Yu was stunned, looking at the young man's calm face in disbelief.

Such an unbearable and cruel past, but he could tell it so casually, as if it had nothing to do with him. "Why is this?" Yin Yu asked. "In order to develop copper skin and iron bones." The boy said, "This is an exclusive training method. I started practicing at the age of three. Whoever can't stand it will be eliminated. The better ones will go to the mass graves casually." Throw it away, pour a bottle of potion on the bad ones, and there will be no bones left, after all, no one cares about the life and death of garbage." "I still remember that I was five years old. I couldn't bear it anymore, I couldn't take it anymore, I wanted to run away , Leaving this hell-like prison, I was arrested and returned without even being able to get out of my own yard, and I was locked up for three years. "I was eight years old when I came out again, and one day I was so hungry that I saw a piece of meat pie in the rice bowl of the kennel. In the end, I was chased and bitten by a dog for two hours, causing injuries all over my body, and finally I was caught and beaten by the owner of the dog——I was already nine years old when I was able to get out of bed."

From the beginning to the end, the young man's tone was flat, and his night-stained eyes didn't even blink.

Yin Yu's eyes were full of distress, he hesitated to reach out his hand, froze in mid-air for a long time, finally landed on the young man's shoulder, and gently took him into his arms: "Follow me from now on, never again People dare to bully you."

The young man looked up at him, chuckled lightly, and said nothing. "Only by learning the skills can you protect yourself well." Yin Yu took a deep breath, clearing away the accumulated haze in his chest, "Why don't you worship me as a teacher, and I will teach you everything I have, without reservation."

The young man was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said: "Thank you for your kindness, no need." "Huh?" Yin Yu was very hurt when he was rejected.

The boy closed his eyes and went to sleep, and murmured involuntarily: "I have a master now."

A good night's dream.

In fact, when Yin Yu said that he was someone else's master, he just said it casually when the atmosphere was in a twitch.

The little devil is practicing the way of magic, and Yin Yu, no matter how experienced he is, is also a monk of the immortal way. The two skills are completely wrong, and he can't teach anything.

Therefore, for the next seven days, the little devil sat cross-legged in the bedroom and meditated by himself, without seeing outsiders.After all, the disciples of the entire Tianxue Sect have a grudge against the demon cultivator. Although they can coexist peacefully now, it is really weird to let a demon cultivator walk around in their sect, and they can't calm down.

Now Tianxuezong Yin Yu has the final say, even if the suzerain brings back the person himself, he has to endure it even if he doesn't want to.

The child is still young, and homework cannot be stopped.

Yin Yu took the initiative to take on the job of teaching reading and writing. He had a copy of "The Analects of Confucius" in his hand, and it was in "Zi Yue zi yue zi yue" for several days in a row.

Yin Yu was born in a famous family, and he was knowledgeable, but he didn't care about it. He was mischievous and loved to dance with swords since he was a child. If his father hadn't forced him to study, he would have become an illiterate and illiterate.

Now, he knows all kinds of classics in the book, and he also remembers the historical records, but the handwriting is a bit horrible.

Originally, what the world of cultivating immortals value is cultivation, and they don't take the exam for the number one scholar, so it doesn't matter if the handwriting is good or not?Yin Yu never cared about these things, but now he has suffered a lot. As a "teacher", he wants to demonstrate to the children, but he is too embarrassed to do it with a brush. "Then what, you come first." Yin Yu handed over the brush.

First let the little patient write words that are as horrible as cockroaches crawling.

Doesn't this make it less unbearable to see the same words scratched by the octopede?

As expected of me!Little genius!

Yin Yu thought happily.

Then I saw the inscription written by the young man himself, flowing clouds and flowing water, fluttering and phoenix mooring, the force penetrates the back of the paper, and the charm is superb.

Yin Qiusuo has three words.

The perfect one can be used as a copybook for the world to come to the curtain.

Yin Yu was dumbfounded, he had forgotten about the embarrassment. "Brother?" The boy handed him the pen.

Yin Yu didn't dare to take it, he coughed to cover up his embarrassment, and tried his best to persuade him: "Not bad, you have the demeanor of this sect. You don't need to practice your calligraphy after you become a teacher. Let's study the next book."

Half a month passed in such a dull day.

The burnt side hall has been being rebuilt. Although there are many empty houses, they are not as gorgeous as Yin Yu's bedroom, which is warm in winter and cool in summer. Therefore, Yin Yu did not arrange for the young man to sleep with him all the time. "Is it almost finished?" the boy suddenly asked before going to bed. "It will be finished almost tomorrow." Yin Yu looked back at him while making the bed, "Why, are you in a hurry to move back?"

The young man smiled when he heard the words: "I'm so embarrassed to keep squeezing the bed with my brother." "I don't take up space." Yin Yu took the lead in lying on the bed and said with a smile, "Don't tell me, I used to sleep alone before. , full bed rolling.Now that I'm with you, I don't roll around when I sleep. I'm much more honest. Every day I wake up, I'm covered with a quilt. Did you cover me? "

The boy didn't answer.

Yin Yu just took it as his acquiescence, after all, it is impossible for a quilt to crawl on a person by itself. "I'm used to sleeping with you, will I suffer from insomnia if you leave suddenly?" Yin Yu looked at the blue glass ceiling and said to himself.

The young man put down his book and walked over, with teasing twilight in his eyes: "Then you can find a housemaid to fuck, you are already at this age, it's time to start a family."

Yin Yu refused to accept, "What age? I'm still a baby!"

The young man said with great interest: "Besides that Jiang Xiaofeng and that Senior Sister Rong you mentioned, there is no one else you like?" "No more." Yin Yu looked out the window, wondering what he was savoring. It cannot be transferred."

The young man was a little dazed, and after a while he said: "Unfortunately, Senior Sister Rong, whom you admire, is a liar." Looking at the young man, he said with a smile, "If he likes to cheat, just cheat. You don't have to cheat me."

The young man's fingertips trembled slightly.

Yin Yu looked at him without blinking.

Suddenly, the young man smiled inexplicably, his eyes filled with a cunning glimmer: "So, you are still a fresh, innocent little bachelor who has never been used by anyone?" "Damn!" Yin Yu exploded on the spot. He got up, hugged his legs and curled up at the head of the bed, as if he was afraid that he would be stripped naked by the young man and violated, "You, you, you, you, you are young, you speak freely, are all demon cultivators like this?"

The young man casually pointed to the bookcase in the distance: "Zongzhu Yin disguised "Pictures of Erotic Palace" as "Tongjian of Zizhi", how dare you say that!"

Yin Yu blushed suddenly, with no confidence: "You little boy, why are you so owed, how dare you rummage through the suzerain's things!"

The young man spread his hands, his face full of innocence.

Yin Yu punched the cotton, flustered with anger and embarrassment, so he braced himself up and joined if he couldn't beat it. "What's wrong with the little bachelor, this sect is still a virgin! This sect is clean and tidy, do you accept it?"

The young man suppressed a smile: "Well, take it easy." "Sleep!" Yin Yu roared angrily, and got into the bed for a while, wrapping himself into a silkworm chrysalis.

It was late at night.

Yin Yu, who had not slept soundly, woke up and heard a "rustling" sound coming from beside him in a daze.He thought it was the boy who got up at night to go to the latrine, but after a while there was no movement, he turned around and was surprised.

The young man was wrapped in a quilt and clutched himself tightly. His forehead was covered with cold sweat, his face was pale, and he bit his lips tightly, as if trying to bear the pain.

Yin Yu sat up hastily, knowing what happened without asking.

The Su family's damn ancestral cultivation method is to harm people! "Take the medicine." Yin Yu opened his mouth and forcibly fed a pill, "Analgesic."

The painkiller unique to Tianxuezong is hard to come by. After the young man swallowed it, the pain was relieved a lot.

After he stopped practicing the Su family's secret arts, the frequency of pain in his bones and spiritual veins has been greatly reduced, but this does not mean that he has healed without medicine.

Yin Yu rummaged through the Dan Mansion impatiently, and finally found a blood jade. He helped the trembling boy up: "Sit down."

The young man saw what it was at a glance, and raised his hand to stop it: "Don't want it." "Don't want it? This is Phoenix blood. I went to Yegong Xiaotang to give it to me to save my life." Yin Yu urged, "Hurry up. Sit down." "I don't feel that much pain." The boy gasped, "Keep it for yourself!"

Yin Yu didn't expect him to be so stubborn: "This Zongfu is so fateful. If I stay in Tianxuezong all day, how can I be seriously injured or near death? Be obedient, just one drop will keep you fragrant and healthy."

The young man shook off Yin Yu's pull, his feet turned into a cloud of magic mist as soon as they touched the ground, and flew away along the half-closed window. "Come back to me!" Yin Yu was anxious, and chased after him non-stop, and found the boy sitting alone in the gazebo in the garden.

Although the boy's face was pale, he was no longer in pain. He sat there enjoying the breeze, staring at the bright moonlight in a trance.

Seeing that he had survived the pain point, Yin Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and walked over to find something to say: "Homesick?"

The young man smiled when he heard the words, his eyes were as soft as water, even more touching than the bright moonlight: "Aren't you just at home, how could you think about it?"

Yin Yu once told him that Tianxuezong was his home.

Yin Yu's heart moved slightly, he smiled happily, and asked again: "Then why are you so preoccupied?" "It's just that you are living so well that everything feels unreal... The young man stretched out his hand to try to grab something, but he clenched his fist tightly. , only grasped a handful of illusory air, "as if it would disappear at any moment. ""Why do you feel sad for spring and autumn? "Yin Yu said with a smile, stepped up to the gazebo, and patted the boy's shoulder proudly, "With me covering you, who would dare to act like a moth?"Who will disappear and where will it disappear?This kind of life can go on indefinitely as long as you want. "

The young man laughed, half-truthfully said: "You said this, don't turn your back on me and drive me away."

Yin Yu crossed his arms over his chest and poured his breath into Ling Yun: "Absolutely not!"