Cannon fodder master, she became a group favorite after tearing up the script

Chapter 412 Invitation

Yes, not drunk.

Only when he was drunk would he call him Ah Su.

He has never seen the drunken master with his own eyes, and he does not know if the master is drunk, will he really call him A Su as in his dream?
The fleeting thought was like dropping a big rock on the surface of a calm lake, stirring up a stormy sea.

Feng Su pressed the end of his eyes and looked away.

The sourness in my heart rolled with discomfort, but the words reached my lips, but I dared not ask them out loud.

He wanted to ask her why she never called his younger brother by his name affectionately.

But so what?

At this moment, he didn't have the courage to continue to accept Master's answer.

"In about three days, the fairy boat will stop at Yunhe City once."

Feng Su said as he walked to the table, he held the wine glass and shook it, his fingertips tried to run across the rim of the glass, but in the end it just stopped on the top of the glass.

The man in white had dark eyes, and he put down the cup casually, making a crisp sound on the table.

"I heard that delicious food is everywhere in Yunhe City. Would you like to go shopping with me, Master? I think the immortal food we saved when we set off is almost consumed."

Feng Su turned around and asked.

Yu Yan had already walked behind him, and when she heard the word "food", the woman raised her eyebrows lightly.

Speaking of which, since she came to the Immortal Realm, her appetite was forced to open up, and she had never tried anything other than the food cooked by her apprentice.

"Okay."

Yu Yan agreed with interest.

Don't ask how Feng Su heard about it, there are so many monks downstairs, you can get a general idea by just listening to a few sentences.

Feng Su's eyes lit up, and then quickly lowered them to hide the joy in them.

The man's emotional changes were too obvious, even though most of his handsome face was covered by a mask, the joy around him inevitably jumped out.

Yu Yan thought, probably he had had enough of those fairy meat and wanted to change his taste.

My heart softened inexplicably.

Sure enough, the apprentice was only in his early twenties, no matter how calm he was, he couldn't go anywhere.

He was still too young for her.

"Did your uncle ask you to wear the mask?"

Yu Yan asked.

She didn't know when she took out another wine glass, lifted the jug to fill it up and pushed it towards Feng Su, she said, "Taste."

Feng Su: "Well, it was asked by my uncle."

The sake is sweet and sweet, which is very different from the sweet wine that Yu Yan likes in the past.

Yu Yan understood.

Feng Su has the body of a myriad of gods and demons, and his cultivation is only a Nascent Soul. His face is really not suitable for flaunting.

If the house is accidentally taken away, there is no place to cry.

"Put it on, don't take it off casually." She also warned.

"Yes."

As Feng Su said, he raised his hand and touched the edge of the mask.

Suddenly flashed before his eyes, the admiration and fall in the eyes of the master when he was looking at him in the dream, the whole person froze for a moment.

He raised his eyes suddenly, wondering if he had sensed something, Yu Yan also looked at him.

The woman's peach-blossom eyes were wanton and lazy. When she looked at him, there were occasional waves in her eyes, but they were calm and clear, as if she was asking.

Feng Su's heart seemed to be hit by something.

The dull pain is dull, and the next moment is filled with self-denial, he is really whimsical.

If Master knew what she was imagining, she would definitely cast aside him.

The hot tide in the blood instantly seemed to be poured with cold water.

But by coincidence, he slightly moved his hand that was on the edge of the mask, and took off the mask before Yu Yan looked away.

With her long and narrow phoenix eyes raised, Feng Su stared at Yu Yan unwaveringly, as if she didn't want to miss any reaction from the other party.

(End of this chapter)