Starry Sky Railway: The Fishing Sword Master is kept by Fu Xuan

The two of them were so close that they couldn't stand each other.

"Touch it, it won't hurt..."

Yu Chen leaned forward with some heartache, but just as he stretched out his hand, Fu Xuan slapped him away.

"Go away!"

The little Taibu wrinkled his nose, his eyes were a little red, "Why did you hit me there!"

It was just a fight, she was prepared for a bump, but this bad guy insisted on...hitting that embarrassing place!

"There's a lot of flesh there, so you won't be afraid of getting hurt... I just didn't expect that I used too much force. It's all my fault..."

Fu Xuan said sternly, "I didn't say you were wrong, why are you admitting your fault? It's not like I can't afford to play, but in the future... you're not allowed to spank my butt, it's embarrassing..."

"Then I have nowhere to start..."

Yu Chen blinked and said sincerely.

"Then let me go, isn't it? Do you really want to spank me?"

Fu Xuan frowned and stared at him and asked.

"How could that be! I can't hurt you enough!"

Yu Chen quickly retorted.

Fu Xuan snorted coldly, "You're obviously hurting me!"

She touched her buttocks, which were still painful and numb...

This guy was very decisive. If he spanked harder, it would really hurt, but if he spanked too lightly, it would seem like he was flirting...

But this force still hurt a little... This was the first time someone dared to spank her butt since she was a child!

"So, it won't hurt if you touch it..."

Yu Chen hummed and moved forward, holding her waist, and slowly moved his palm down.

"I don't want you to touch me, you just want to take advantage of me!"

Fu Xuan struggled slightly, and grabbed his hand with his backhand.

"Okay, let me make up for my behavior..."

Yu Chen hugged her tightly, covered her with a small volleyball and gently stroked her.

Fu Xuan's resistance was weak, and she finally succumbed to his absolute restraint, and buried her face in his arms.

It was really embarrassing...

She now had reason and sufficient evidence to suspect that this bad guy was definitely plotting against that part!

Last night and today were both evidence!

The pain and numbness gradually subsided, replaced by a subtle feeling that made people weak.

Fu Xuan blushed and pushed his chest.

"Let me go... I don't want to play anymore, show me how to dance with the sword!"

Yu Chen asked, "Don't you want to try it together?"

"No... Who told you to hit me so hard just now? I need to rest!"

Fu Xuan snorted lightly, still a little emotional.

"Okay, okay... Then bring a small stool?"

Yu Chen picked her up and asked with a smile.

Fu Xuan pursed his lips and held the small wooden sword in his arms.

"Find a soft cushion..."

Yu Chen frowned slightly and whispered: "If it hurts a lot, why don't we go see that little dragon girl?

Remember that... Oh, Qingque, she also went to see her when she hurt her butt, right?"

"No... It's so embarrassing, I'm not like her, trying to skip work..."

Fu Xuan decisively rejected this proposal that would definitely greatly reduce her dignity as the Grand Master of the Preceptor, although she had already lost face in front of Bai Lu...

"If it's really hurt, wouldn't it be bad? Why don't you go back to the room and take a look before making a decision?"

Yu Chen looked at her seriously and said.

"I know how I am, so you don't need to worry about it!"

Fu Xuan blushed and glared at him. Although she really cared...

But it was still broad daylight, so she didn't want to...

"Okay..." Yu Chen nodded reluctantly, believing that she shouldn't hold back because of shyness.

…

There was no cushion in the room, so Yu Chen simply put the pillow on the stool for her to sit on.

Yes, it was his pillow.

Xiao Fu Xuan hesitated for a moment, but didn't care too much.

Anyway, this guy usually either slept on her chest or squeezed together with her face to face.

Her pillow had been neglected for a long time, and...

Maybe he would be happy if she sat on it... After all, the guess just now was still hidden in her heart.

This stupid swordsman definitely had bad intentions...

Yu Chen hesitated for a moment, and didn't use his long sword that had killed countless enemies and was stained with blood.

Instead, he took the small wooden sword from her arms, danced a sword flower casually, and then he exhaled lightly.

"Little Master, look carefully! This sword is played like this~"

He suddenly turned his head and grinned at Fu Xuan. The wooden sword in his hand seemed to be infused with spirit. With a slight flick of his wrist, the sword began to dance with his body.

Unlike Yan Qing's gorgeous and swift

His sword moves were slower and more solid, more like a part of himself.

His light grey figure was as light as a swallow, but every sword move was so steady and powerful. It seemed that he was not holding a wooden sword, but a heavy sword made of mountains. The sword cut through the air, bringing up breezes. It seemed to be harmless but deadly.

The sword in his hand seemed to be a part of him as he swam in the air. His wrist rotated gently. His movements seemed slow, but it seemed unavoidable if you put yourself in his shoes.

The shadows of the sword and the man became more solid. Fu Xuan stared blankly, watching his figure fluttering in the light, his clothes dancing in the wind, and the wooden sword seemed to flash with sword light.

She gradually couldn't tell which one was the man and which one was the sword.

She quietly urged her eyes to see, and could foresee his next move, but his figure shook and her mind became confused again.

His figure was so clear and real, dancing in front of her, but it was so illusory, as if he would fly away in the next second.

In a trance, it seemed that a long time had passed, and Yu Chen had already put away his posture and stood in front of her.

Fu Xuan looked up at the person in front of her blankly, and he was looking at her with a smile.

"What's wrong, are you stunned by my handsome figure?"

Yu Chen squatted down and reached out to touch Fu Xuan's little face. Her eyes were bright and fluorescent, and her face was smooth and elastic, so he couldn't help but pinch it gently.

Fu Xuan gradually calmed down, held Yu Chen's hand that couldn't control and started to act weird again, and looked at his face seriously.

"It's quite stylish, the name of the sword saint is really worthy~"

"Huh, that's not..."

Yu Chen looked at her serious face and suddenly couldn't help feeling a little shy.

Fu Xuan looked at his evasive eyes and slightly flushed cheeks, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She reached out and touched Yu Chen's face, hooked his chin, tilted her head slightly to one side, and her voice was full of tenderness.

"Oh, no way~ Is my sword master shy? This is really rare. I thought you didn't have the concept of shame~"

Faced with Fu Xuan's teasing, Yu Chen, who was already a little embarrassed, couldn't stand it. He grabbed Fu Xuan's little hand and took it off his face. He snorted softly and suddenly hugged him.

"Is there anything wrong with being shy when seeing your sweetheart?"

"..."

Fu Xuan was choked. Although he didn't say it, he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart.

"Hmph, you know what's good for you~"