These fairies want to be cleaned up by me every day

Wei Tu nodded.

"The disciple dare not give up."

"Why not?"

"Because the disciple wants to be responsible to the master and wants to protect the master."

"Damn!!"

The two stood at the entrance of the suspension bridge, and neither of them took that step first.

Because no one knows whether the remaining one will follow in his footsteps.

Lu Qingyan couldn't help being angry.

"When did I need your protection!"

Wei Tu looked at the wind blowing in the valley, and at the bottomless abyss below.

"It may not be necessary now, but over time, it will be difficult to change the accumulated accumulation."

"That's not something you should worry about!"

Lu Qingyan didn't want to admit it, nor did she want to admit it.

Wei Tu, on the other hand, looked straight at the angry woman at this moment, and stared closely at her face that was more elegant than Fengyue.

"I don't worry about it for you, who will worry about it?"

Lu Qingyan stared blankly at Wei Tu, at this extremely handsome man's face.

This was the first time anyone dared to say such a thing to himself.

His talent ranks first in the entire Southern Sword State. No one dares to say to himself that he can worry about himself, or even protect himself, because no one thinks she will need it.

But he said so.

What he said caught people off guard, almost disorienting.

"You... so your two swords are to tell me that even if you don't need my teaching, you can walk out of your own path, so you have the right to dictate to me and decide my affairs?"

Wei Tu sighed and said helplessly.

"It can't be said to be exactly the same, it has nothing to do with it. Master, you are wrong."

"Where is my thinking wrong?" Lu Qingyan insisted on being so stubborn that he clearly had some abilities in himself, and he didn't even pay attention to his master, so...the previous sentence wants to be himself... It's not necessarily that I misunderstood, right?With his current arrogance, it is really possible for him to be so rebellious...

Wei Tu looked at Lu Qingyan with a smile.

"I just want to prove to everyone that Lu Qingyan's disciples are never useless."

"Master... I got it..." Lu Qingyan dodged Wei Tude's gaze, unable to explain how she felt at this moment, as if her heart was a little cold, because his words were filled.

"That's it?"

"Otherwise, what else do you want!"

Lu Qingyan was a little angry, she couldn't even maintain that icy look.

"I want Master to listen to me this time."

"no!"

Lu Qingyan resisted.

Wei Tu didn't care so much at all.

"There's nothing wrong with it. I'll come to see Master tomorrow. I'll go back and prepare some things today. You'll have to try it to know if it works."

Lu Qingyan wanted to mention the majesty of the master, but knew that it was futile in front of him. He knew that he could not really let him go, because for so many years, apart from the sword, they were themselves, emotionally fragile and vulnerable .

She couldn't let go of the sword, and naturally she couldn't let go of Wei Tu and Jiang Ying either.

"Rebel, you really don't even listen to a word from your teacher?!"

Lu Qingyan stopped Wei Tu from leaving just like that, but the young man waved his hands without looking back.

"How to deal with the disciple after you try it is up to you, but this time you have to listen to me, there is no need to discuss it."

"Rebel, I want to sever the master-student relationship with you!"

Lu Qingyan shouted without confidence.

The response I got was...

"Then let me be Lu Qingyan's master."

asshole!The little bastard!

How could I teach such a rebellious guy!

The woman who cursed in her mouth and thought in her heart slowly walked towards the suspension bridge.

But without even realizing it, he sat in the boudoir and began to wait.

Today is not over yet, and we are already waiting for his arrival tomorrow.

Of course Lu Qingyan was conflicted, her heart was not so easily shaken.

The teacher's words are still in her ears, and she dare not forget Xiaoyuan Peak's mission for a moment, but when the young man proves that he has his own way in this way, she can't help but think wildly.

Wei Tu...will not harm himself after all, but...what exactly does he want to do?

Does he... really want him, or is he just saying something wrong?

The distraught woman sat from day to night.

Looking at the cold moon, the flawless cheeks were less haggard, but more delicate.

"It's been a long night."

-

When Wei Tu returned to Yaowang Pavilion, there was only the little fox lying on the window sill wagging its tail and licking Heibuliuqiu's paws.

"Wei Xiaoer~"

When the little fox saw the young man coming, he wagged his tail. It wasn't that he liked Wei Tu so much, but seeing Wei Tu seemed to see all kinds of fragrant dishes.

It's delicious.

The saliva is almost dripping out.

Wei Tu looked at the little fox angrily.

"Wipe your saliva."

"呵忘~ There is no saliva, don't talk nonsense, we are serious little foxes, we don't saliva."

"Okay, okay, where's your master?"

"Master is asleep~"

"Oh."

Wei Tu walked inside.

The little fox followed, step by step.

"Wei Xiaoer, aren't you hungry?"

"Hungry now?"

"We're not hungry anymore. The main reason is that you fought so hard. We care about you and are afraid that you will be hungry."

"Oh, I only used two swords, it's not hard."

Damn, let him pretend.

The little fox stood there angrily and watched the boy walk into Mu Xitong's room without hindrance.

"Master...you can't give this peach blossom essence for nothing... at least you have to cheat for some food!"

The little fox prayed silently.

Since Wei Tu was living here temporarily, Mu Xitong also went back to sleep in the room he hadn't been back to for a long time, and he didn't sleep outside so casually.

Wei Tu pushed open the door and walked in.

There is a fragrance that belongs to Mu Xitong permeating inside, just like the maple leaves that are gradually turning red in Yaowang Pavilion always have their own color.

Autumn is also its season.

Wei Tu saw the woman lying sideways on the bed, but she was languidly covered with a thin blanket, which couldn't hide her plump and soft figure at all.

The long white leg was slightly exposed, and the thigh with delicate luster was on the inside of the skirt, which was the same color as milky white.

The white and tender breasts that rise and fall with the shallow breathing and the squeeze of the arms, whether it is the bottomless gully that seems to be able to bury a head, or the fragrant and soft meat on both sides, are all very attractive.

Wei Tu's footsteps did not stop at all.

He walked over, as if not responding to the sleeping Mu Xitong, sat on the side of her bed, and then stretched out his hand.

"Snapped."

Then caught by her palm.

Wei Tu looked at her lazy eyes that suddenly opened, and blinked without any embarrassment.

"What do you want to do."

Mu Xitong asked with a slightly hoarse voice.

"I want to wake up sister Xitong."

Wei Tu said so.

"Oh……"

"Sister Xitong, what do you think?"

Mu Xitong took a look at the young man whose eyes were so mean but with a serious expression.

She turned over gracefully, but the blanket 'accidentally' slipped to the ground.

Her ups and downs and graceful body was revealed in front of the young man's eyes.

"Aren't you going to unblock the meridians for my sister?"

A lingering voice is the most alluring invitation. PS: Ask for a monthly ticket, and suggest that a capable boss directly buy 50.00% of SF shares and give it to me, thank you.

48 Disciple Comes to Teach You Swordsmanship

"Hmm~ Fusion realm...Third grade? Use your strength, haven't you eaten?"

"Three grades..."

"Ah...it's so hot. You're lying to ghosts. Yuan Jiacao's move is called the Zhanyue Sword. If you put all your strength into it, how can someone below his realm be able to block it?"

"Sister Xitong, your words make me sad."

"Calling my sister, it's exciting to touch, huh?"

"This is dredging the meridians, why is it touching?"

"Hmm... You suppressed the realm... If it was to hide your strength, you shouldn't have broken his Moon Zhanjian with two swords. This would mean that all the concealment was in vain."

Luo Shan half understood.

The clothes on the woman's shoulders fell off feebly, revealing her delicate skin on the shoulders, and looking from behind, the skirt of the chest had fallen so that one could see the tube top that fitted her body.

It is like the soft wrapping of clouds enveloping Xuefeng.

Under the delicate skin, under the clear color, there are a few blue veins looming, which seems to give this picture a fresh life.

What shape will it be if you knead it?

Is the picture of her trembling slightly with the shaking of her body real?

The scent from waves of powdery waves...will it be the same as milk?

Wei Tu didn't know, but now he was like a curious child with many questions in his mind.

"Well... I know this, but it's okay, sister Xitong, don't worry."