Sand sculpture apprentice dressed as black heart lotus

Xu Muyan jumped out of the barrel suddenly, and ran out of the door recklessly, with a blown bellows in his throat, panting for hot air.

Grasping the door with both hands and opening his mouth wide, Xu Muyan was about to scream heartbreakingly.

A big cold hand covered his mouth tightly from behind!

Xu Muyan didn't have any cultivation.

The magic energy on his body is very weak.

There was no way to resist at all, Yu Lisheng grabbed his neck from behind and dragged him back.

Xu Muyan was terribly frightened, and felt that he was doomed this time.

The little widow's old fox tail couldn't hide anymore. It was clear that the two were in the carriage last night, in the wilderness, on the grass, on the trees, and in many places.

But in just one night, the little widow was about to kill him!

No...don't!Don't kill him!

Xu Muyan yelled heartbreakingly, clenched his hands into fists, and beat Yu Lisheng's arm vigorously, kicking his bare feet on the ground.

Just when he thought that he must die.

Covering his head and face with a blanket, Yu Lisheng was not gentle. He rubbed Xu Muyan's head with his big hands, and said with a low smile, "Afraid of this, how dare you run away? Jiaojiao, what are you thinking?"

What could Xu Muyan think?

What can he think?

Want Yu Lisheng to show mercy and let him go?Can this work?

Seeing that Xu Muyan didn't say a word, Yu Lisheng wiped off the water droplets on Xu Muyan's body with a blanket more vigorously, and said, "I just want to run outside without any clothes on, so I want to be watched by everyone, don't I? Then I will let you go." According to your wishes, let all of them kneel on the ground later, watching this seat cherish you, okay?"

Xu Muyan clenched his teeth tightly and remained silent.

Compared to being surrounded by other people, staying with the little widow and being alone with the little widow made him more frightened.

"Stuffy gourd again?"

Yu Lisheng frowned, and said displeasedly: "It's like this every time, I hate your boring look the most! No matter what I ask you, you just don't say it!"

"Why didn't you talk? Didn't you talk happily in front of other people? Didn't you keep calling Senior Sister Su Tiantian? Didn't you also eat the nougat that Su Tiantian gave you?"

"Why do you smile at others? Why do you eat what others give you?"

Why in the end!

Yu Lisheng just didn't understand why Xu Muyan was bored by him!

Why did Xu Muyan deny him?

Why did Xu Muyan call him Immortal instead of Master?

How much difference can there be between nougat and milk?

Why did Xu Muyan eat the nougaty Su Tiantian gave him so happily?

But dismissive of the milk soup he sent?

what is this?Why? !

He even allowed Xu Muyan to have someone else in his heart.

But he would never allow it, Xu Muyan didn't have him in his heart!

In Yanyan's heart, how could there be no him?

How could Yan Yan suddenly stop loving him?

But there is still Yan Yan in his heart, Yan Yan is clearly married to him!

Why don't you recognize him?

Where Xu Muyan couldn't see, Yulisheng's eyes were extremely red, as if she was about to shed tears in the next moment.

But he still didn't dare to push Xu Muyan too tight.

Silently and carefully, he helped Xu Muyan dry the water droplets on his hair and body.

He didn't even glance at the clothes that Tan Qinglu asked the waiter to bring up.

The clothes are so rough, how can they be worthy of his words?

His words are so delicate and tender, so pitiful, so weak, the rags have worn out Yanyan's skin, what should I do?

Yulisheng took out the half-sewed dark blue clothes from her bosom.

After Xu Muyan's death, when Yulisheng missed him, he took out his clothes and carefully embroidered them with protective spells bit by bit.

He just hoped that one day, Xu Muyan could come back.

Finally, he was looking forward to the day when Xu Muyan came back.

Yu Lisheng couldn't express her joy, and she couldn't help but smile on her face.

He didn't allow Xu Muyan to have any claims, treated Xu Muyan like a three-year-old child, and asked him to stretch out his arms and stand obediently in front of him.

Afterwards, Yu Lisheng attentively helped Xu Muyan get dressed, and put the clothes on Xu Muyan's body lightly.

After dressing neatly, Yu Lisheng found that the clothes were bought too big, and he bought them according to Xu Muyan's size.

But now Xu Muyan is no taller than before, and now he looks very young and thin.

Wearing such a suit of clothes, it looked a little empty.

Yu Lisheng's eyes couldn't help but darken, and after taking the belt and helping Xu Muyan fasten it.Only then did he say: "Jiaojiao, you can wear what you can, and I will make you a more suitable one in the future."

Where Xu Muyan dared to have any opinions, he was like a string doll, he would do whatever Yu Lisheng asked him to do.

In the process of getting dressed, Xu Muyan also noticed the protective spell embroidered on the inside of the clothes.

The first reaction is resistance, very resistance.

The second reaction was, why should Sima Jiaojiao?

Why did Sima Jiaojiao deserve to wear such a dress embroidered by the little widow herself when she didn't do anything?

Xu Muyan still didn't understand the seriousness of the matter.

I just feel a tightness in my chest.

These things originally belonged to Xu Muyan alone.

Why is Sima Jiaojiao?

Just because he was delicate and weak, he was tortured by the little widow for a whole night?

This is not fair!

Why should the little widow treat an irrelevant Sima Jiaojiao so tenderly!

Furious, Xu Muyan pursed his mouth, turned his head, and remained silent.

Yulisheng thought that he was angry that the size of his clothes was wrong, and comforted him softly from the side: "It's okay, I will make more clothes for you in the future. Jiao Jiao looks good, and she looks good in everything she wears."

It's okay if you don't talk about it, but when you talk about it, Xu Muyan gets even angrier.

Why does the little widow treat Sima Jiaojiao so well?

what is this?

He only died once, did the little widow suddenly change her gender?

In other words, the little widow obviously just wanted to change after seeing a different person, and liked the other when she saw one.

Seeing that Sima Jiaojiao was born young and beautiful, and was extremely resistant to tossing, he could cry and scream, which was much better than the dead fish that didn't cry or scream.right?

Is that what the little widow thinks?

Xu Muyan didn't know why he was angry, anyway, he just didn't want to talk to the little widow at all.

He turned his head and snorted coldly.

Yu Lisheng asked nervously, "Jiao Jiao, what's wrong with you?"

Xu Muyan remained silent, just ignoring him.

Yulisheng thought for a while, but decided to help Xu Muyan tie up her hair first.

He had never helped Xu Muyan tie his hair before, and even grabbed Xu Muyan's hair many times, vigorously throwing him on the bed, or pushing him to kneel on the ground.

During the days and nights spent in the coffin with the corpse, Yulisheng did many things that she had never done before.

For example, he begins to learn to take care of a person.

Including wiping the body of the corpse, changing clothes, feeding the corpse, and even binding the hair.

But the dead man's hair was like a handful of dry grass, no matter how Yuli Sheng combed and washed it, the long hair would still gradually wither and turn yellow, becoming extremely frizzy and losing its shiny luster.

Yulisheng was a little excited, and almost eagerly pushed Xu Muyan to sit beside the bronze mirror.

Then stood behind Xu Muyan, took the white jade comb, and combed Xu Muyan's hair carefully.

The long, glossy black hair was as flexible as seaweed, and Yu Lisheng fondly played with the slightly damp hair.

Through the bronze mirror, he looked tenderly at Xu Muyan's face.

Xu Muyan also looked at him cautiously.

Through the bronze mirror, he saw that the little widow was very focused, as if she was doing something very important.

When she lowered her head to help him comb his hair, the long hair seemed to be extremely precious in Yulisheng's hands, even if one was broken, it would make the little widow feel heartbroken.

Xu Muyan didn't know what kind of mood he should have.

Because he had never been treasured by Yu Lisheng so carefully, and he had never received the tenderness of a little widow.

Not to mention that the little widow hadn't combed her hair.

This was a brand new experience, and it was also the tenderness that Xu Muyan had shed blood and tears in the past, but could not be exchanged for.

I don't know how long it took before Yu Lisheng reluctantly tied up Xu Muyan's hair, and glanced at the red hairband on the table from the corner of her eye.

Yu Lisheng asked: "Is this hairband your own?"

Xu Muyan nodded, but he really didn't dare to say that this hairband was given by Tan Qinglu.

"I don't like this color."

Yulisheng said so, as if she was juggling, she pulled out a gold-woven hairband from her sleeve, and tied it on Xu Muyan's hair very seriously.

Let's not talk about whether it looks good or not, but this gold-woven headband must be more expensive than the red headband that Tan Qinglu gave.

Xu Muyan grew up so big, he had never seen anything good.

After coming in through the book, the attire is also the standard equipment for the entry-level disciples of Kunlun Mountain.

It's broken, it's just one or two more sets of disciple uniforms than ordinary disciples.

Never had a gold-woven headband.

This thing should be quite expensive, Xu Muyan thought to himself.

But it's also quite gimmicky, and even tied a bow for him...

It seems that the little widow's aesthetics are almost the same, Xu Muyan thought again.

"Jiao Jiao is so pretty, those eyebrows, those eyes...everyone laughs, but I don't laugh when I see you..."

From behind, Yulisheng pressed Xu Muyan's shoulders with both hands, leaning towards his face, her warm breath filled the crest of his neck, mixed with the faint smell of cedar.

"Jiao Jiao, what is wrong with me that makes you so afraid of me?"

Xu Muyan: "..."

Why don't you come over and ask him what he didn't do well? !

Has the little widow done anything human since he passed the book?

Beating him like a turtle grandson, pulling his hair and slapping him is light, light, light!

But if you are not a fool and have been abused like that, you must have some psychological shadows?

Xu Muyan felt that a large part of the reason why he dared to come here and continue to complete the task was that he really wanted to go home.

Another part is that he wants to see with his own eyes how the little widow died in the end.

Of course, it's good to keep such words in your heart, Xu Muyan never dared to say it in person.

Not only did he not say it face to face, but he deliberately pretended to be innocent and innocent, lowered his head and muttered: "I... I am naturally timid..."

"Oh? Naturally timid?"

Yulisheng's gaze was as real as it was, and gradually moved under Xu Muyan's body, and finally landed on a certain place, and said with a half-smile: "As the saying goes, a ruler is short and an inch is long, although you are timid , but you...hehe, that's really not small."

Xu Muyan swished, Jun's face flushed, and he stammered, "Chang...Who is Chang Yan? How does he know that I...I'm not young?"

Yu Lisheng: "..."

"Don't look!"

Xu Muyan really couldn't stand Yulisheng's blatant eyes, subconsciously raised his hand to cover it, and said with a blushing face, "Don't look!"

"You are not allowed to see? Your whole body, from the inside to the outside, even if there is any gap, I have been opened to see it, but now I am told not to look at it?"

Yu Lisheng laughed in a low voice, raised his hand to hook Xu Muyan's long hair, casually played with it, and said in a low voice: "It's a pity, it was too dark outside last night, and you kept your eyes closed, otherwise you should really let me You saw it with your own eyes."

"At that time, your face was very red."

"Your voice is like an oriole, thin and sweet."

"Your sweat is warm."

It's not that Xu Muyan has never heard the little widow say such things, and he has heard a lot of humiliating things in the past.

Originally, he thought that he was used to the little widow's teasing from time to time.

But when he heard it, he couldn't help clenching his teeth, and the scene of last night gradually appeared in his mind.

He was held in the arms of the little widow from the front, holding him very tightly, and he was never separated along the way.

After a whole night of absurdity in the wilderness, it was not until dawn that the little widow left.

At that time Xu Muyan had long lost any strength, he was as soft as noodles, and his whole body was disheveled and limp on the ground.

His face was dripping with sweat.

After the little widow was fully dressed, she squatted in front of him, raised her hand, and a jade pendant fell in front of Xu Muyan.

At that time, the little widow introduced the material and function of the jade pendant to him very seriously.

In the end, he tilted his head slightly and asked him with a smile if he wanted to help.

At that time, Xu Muyan's head was in a daze, and he didn't even realize what he meant.

In the next moment, the little widow helped him put the jade pendant away.

So far, when Xu Muyan recalled it, it was all an indescribably bitter tear.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. I heard that you can't write? How can it be possible? Kunlun Mountain doesn't accept disciples who have no ink in their belly..."

After a pause, Yu Lisheng smiled and said: "Well, if you ask me, I will teach you how to write, do you think it's good?"

Xu Muyan: "..."

He thinks it won't work, very badly.

But if you say no, will you be slapped?

If you don't get slapped, you will be pushed to your knees, right?

Xu Muyan was very tangled, very tangled.

Between being slapped and being a grandson, he hesitated for a long time.

In the end, it was decided that he should be the grandson of the turtle.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether you get beaten or not, the main thing is that being a grandson is very happy.

Ever since, Xu Muyan's eyes were full of hard old tears, and he begged for justice: "I beg the immortal to teach me how to write."