The Door Keeps Getting Smaller And Smaller

18

Sangu is the oldest among those subordinates in Youlongbao, and all the big and small things in the daily life have to be handled by her.

"The castle owner wakes up when Yinshi, and falls asleep when ugly."

Lu Shenxing rolled his eyes, he got up earlier than a chicken and slept later than a dog.

"Eleven, from today, you will live in this Cuilin Garden, responsible for the daily life and cleaning of the fort lord." Sangu's face is like dried orange peel, the right eye is missing the eyeball, and only the white of the eye is left. A very deep scar was drawn from the corner of the right eye to the left ear, making it extremely hideous.

"Eating is in Wanyuanju. Without the permission of the castle owner, the study is not allowed to enter."

Lu Shenxing asked with a careful expression, "Sangu, what if I accidentally enter?"

Sangu stared, "Then wait for death."

Lu Shenxing, "..."

"Fort Lord Xijing." Sangu said with a straight face, "If you can't manage the roots of your tongue, then just cut it."

Lu Shenxing twitched, he felt sorry for the ten people in front of him.

"What are you in a daze?" Sangu said sharply, "It's most taboo to be in a daze here, maybe next time you are in a daze, the things on your neck will be gone."

"Sangu..." Lu Shenxing smiled, "You must be beautiful when you were young, just like floating out of the painting."

Sangu snorted, and said slowly, "I am young, but my eyesight is good."

Lu Shenxing squeezed her shoulders, "Sangu, I think this mountain is so big, apart from the study, is there anything else I can't go to?"

"The back mountain is a forbidden land, don't think about things you shouldn't think about." Sangu said with much difficulty, "Receive that curiosity, and honestly serve the castle lord."

Lu Shenxing nodded and bowed to send Sangu off. When he turned around, he almost stuck to a handsome face.

I don't know when Liu Huo stood behind and didn't speak, but stared at Lu Jingxing with both eyes, with a look that made people hairy.

The next moment he burst out laughing, "Hahahahaha, Xiaoxi, are you scared."

Lu Shenxing left silently, and I fucking wanted to be quiet now.

Liuhuo touched his chin. It was rare to see Sangu who hadn't been scared to cry. There has been a rumor in Youlongbao that Sangu is more terrifying than ghosts, and even he can sometimes sweat.

There was a sudden voice from behind, "How does he look like 13 or 4 years old."

"It really doesn't look like it." Liu Huo turned his head and blinked at Wei Yang. "Looks like fifteen and sixteen?"

Wei Yang lifted his foot and walked away, Liu Huo followed, "Perhaps Xiao Eleven is a young man."

"Let's be my hippie smiling face." Wei Yang kept walking, his red lips opened slightly, "If something is abnormal, you can't stay."

Liu Huo suddenly smiled bitterly, it was difficult to find a servant.

At three quarters the next day, before dawn, Lu Shenxing rolled out of the bed in pain, scratching his hair sleepily, and yawning to get dressed.

After Lu Shenxing finished packing himself, he knocked on the door and walked into the bedroom. He saw Shen Cheng sitting on the head of the bed, his black hair scattered and his clothes loose, showing a small white chest. When he saw him, he had a handsome face. There is no superfluous expression on it.

"Fort Lord early."

Shen Chengming glanced, speechless.

Lu Shenxing put the cloth towel in the basin soaked and kneaded it into a semi-dry, spread it out and handed it over.

Shen Cheng took it and wiped his face casually. After washing, he stood up straight, opened his arms, and slightly nodded.

Lu Shenxing didn't move at all, Shen Cheng didn't get angry or urged, so he maintained his noble grandfather fan.

"Fort Lord, do you want me to hug you?" A light flashed through Lu Shenxing's eyes, quickly converging, he said, "I'm still young and can't hold you."

There was finally a slight change in Shen Chengru's face in a pool of stagnant water, and it was fleeting, and the word "changed" came out from his lips.

Lu Shenxing curled his lips with satisfaction from an invisible angle to Shen Cheng, and went to get him clothes.

Lifting his head, the height difference caused Lu Shenxing's face to turn black in an instant. At the moment he raised his feet, his heart collapsed.

When finishing Shen Cheng's front and neckline, Lu Shenxing, who had higher foot pads, had a dark face.

Shen Cheng knew that the child who only reached his chest had a lot of thoughts, but he didn't mean to inquire about it.

Lu Shenxing, who hadn't adjusted to his new identity, stood idle for a few seconds, then shook the quilt, messed up and placed it in a corner.

They are all dying people, and it is estimated that they will not have the energy to care about these details.

When combing Shen Cheng's hair, Lu Shenxing pulled one off, but didn't respond.

He tore off four or five of them, secretly pinched his thighs, his eyes were moist, and asked in fear, "Fort Lord, do you hurt you?"

Shen Cheng gave a faint glance, his gaze swept across the lump on the bed if there was no ground, and walked outside.

What is the difference between this and the walking dead?Lu Shenxing cursed irritably.

In spring, summer, autumn and winter, Shen Cheng would sit alone in the back mountain for an hour every day when he wakes up, doing nothing, just sitting quietly.

Standing at the foot of the bridge at the foot of the mountain, Lu Shenxing scratched his neck. Time was running out. He had to find a way to attract Shen Cheng's attention so that he felt there was a reason to live.

The deep gray sky gradually turned white, the layers of mist dissipated, and the light red clouds gathered in the east as if rushing to the market.

Lu Shenxing wiped off the moisture on his face, is Shen Cheng waiting for the sunrise?

"Fort Lord, your hair is messy."

Hearing the footsteps, Lu Shenxing graciously went over, reached out and gently gathered the hair behind Shen Cheng in his hand, and raised his head and grinned at him, "Okay."

Shen Cheng's expression was cold, no change, indifferent.

His heart was galloping, and Lu Shenxing had to keep a smile on his face. He had to be shy and nervous. Damn, I really wanted to vomit blood.

When Lu Shenxing returned to his senses, only himself was left at the foot of the mountain.

Wan Yuan Juli had long been waiting for Liu Huo there to see Shen Cheng, and stepped forward to say hello. He stretched his neck and looked back, "Bao Master, where is Xiao Eleven?"

Shen Cheng squinted at him, asking who is Xiaoxi?

"Your little boy." Liu Huo looked incredible, "Fort Lord, isn't he waiting for you to wash, he is small, with round eyes, black and thin."

Weiyang, who had just picked up the bowl on the side, heard the description, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Shen Cheng asked, "Why is it eleven?"

Liuhuo held his forehead, "Fort Lord, because he is your eleventh servant."

Shen Cheng looked cold and stopped talking.

So, really lost it?Liu Huo put down his chopsticks and was about to stand up when he saw a small figure passing by the window.

When people came in, he swept up and down, "Little Eleven, where have you been?"

Lu Shenxing's Yu Guang glanced at Shen Cheng and walked towards him, "Left guardian, I'm lost."

Liu Huo obviously didn't believe it, and he discovered that the kid was full of secrets.

There was a scent drifting from the tip of his nose. Lu Shenxing stood with his head down, watching his nose and his heart. He was an honest child, and no one would pay attention to him for no reason.

"Fort Lord, it's dirty here."

Liu Huo and Wei Yang raised their heads when they heard the sound, and they saw the child earnestly remove a grain of porridge from the cuff of the castle owner. They were all a bit strange.

They could tell that the kid was really interested in the castle owner.

Liu Huo showed a special smile and said directly.

As if he hadn't heard of it, Shen Cheng slowly drank the porridge.

The corners of Lu Shenxing's eyes twitched, and it was more than just a confession to his ancestor.

In the following days, Lu Shenxing did enough teasing things on the premise of ensuring his own safety. Shen Cheng never asked.

He had an unprecedented sense of frustration.

On October 18th, two days before Shen Cheng committed suicide, Lu Shenxing's anxious mouth blistered. He first went to Sangu's place for a while, but there was no gain, and he went to find the flower clerk.

That old man is the genius doctor Fang Hu, except for him, only Shen Cheng knows.

Lu Shenxing said several times before that he didn't please his face, and he was blasted out until he happened to run into an old problem with Huber and fell into the medicine garden. He ran to help him up.

Since then, he has been around every three to five, no matter how weird the temper, Huber is also an old man, he likes to have someone to talk with him.

The florist patted the bamboo basket and took pictures of the herbs stuck to it, "October, are you listening? This ear of black grass is a good thing. You can wait a little longer and don't spoil it."

"Listening." Lu Shenxing touched his head, "Hua Bo, I just saw the big pot in the room boiling."

"Hey! You kid, why didn't you tell me earlier that I finally got the medicinal materials inside. It's Jin Gui, it's over if you don't pay attention to the heat."

Huber hurried into the house, Lu Shenxing took the opportunity to grab the Suiwu grass from the bamboo basket on the ground, and returned to the Cuizhu Garden casually.

When ugly for three moments, Shen Cheng, who had just fallen asleep, suddenly felt his mouth, dry, tongue, and dryness. He got up and poured a cup of cold tea. The warmth was a little slow. His half-dangling eyes suddenly opened, dark and cold, and closed again, straight. The ground fell.

The door opened slightly, Lu Shen walked in, pulled Shen Cheng’s legs, and dragged him to the front of the bed, putting one of his arms on his shoulders, passing his hand under the opponent’s armpit, pressing his five fingers tightly, and trying his best People pull up.

He still overestimated the power of this body, and fell to Shen Cheng with just a few shakes.

"I've never served anyone like this in my life." Lu Shenxing looked down at Shen Cheng under him, narrowed his eyes into a gap, lowered his head to his neck and bit down.

After licking the blood in his mouth, Lu Shen took off Shen Cheng's trousers and wrote seven large characters on his leg with a brush.

The uncle came here for a visit.

When I woke up, I found that there was a bite mark on my neck, plus those few words, such a naked, naked insult and provocation, I shouldn't ignore it.

The next day, before dawn, Liu Huo and Wei Yang hurried to Cuizhu Garden, both of them were murderous.

"Fort Lord, someone broke in last night."

Wei Young said in a deep voice, "Able to escape the formations and organs silently, without being noticed by us, the entire martial arts, it should only be possible for the poster of the Yulin Tower."

"It just doesn't put us in my eyes." Liu Huo took out a piece of white feather from his sleeve, his eyes flashed with excitement and bloodthirsty. "The subordinates have already ordered that those who have been inserted will act tonight, and leave no one behind. ."

After the strategy succeeded, Lu Shenxing was happy, so he listened to Shen Chengdao, "Cancel."

Liu Huo asked the same doubt as Lu Shenxing, "Why?"

His slender fingers tapped the armrest of the chair one by one, Shen Cheng's facial lines were cold, and his lips were silent.

Lu Shenxing frowned, how did he feel that Shen Cheng glanced at him just now, it was an illusion.

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