It’s so hard to take care of!

Lu Fuyao frowned, opened his mouth and spoke in a clear voice: "Give me your hand, and I will transfer your spirit to you."

Lu Fuyao repeatedly compromised for him, Yun Nian smiled and obediently handed over his paw.

And just when the two people's hands came into contact, he suddenly pulled her to the bed with force. For a moment, Lu Fuyao was lying outside the bed, and he was in the bed. The two of them looked at each other, and Fuyao read in his eyes.

An obvious smile.

This traitor!

Lu Fuyao was furious: "Get up if it doesn't hurt and let me go."

But Yun Nian lied and said, "Don't go, don't go. It really hurts." He pressed Lu Fuyao's hand to his heart and said solemnly, "I speak out of conscience, it really hurts."

Lu Fuyao looked at him hesitantly: "Really?"

He nodded quickly and thought to himself: He's not lying. Anyway, as long as he gets closer to Lu Fuyao, his heart will hurt.

Lu Fuyao put her slender, green-white fingers on his chest, feeling a little uncertain. Yun Nian said coquettishly, "Master, rub it for me and it will stop the pain."

She glanced up at him angrily, released her spiritual power in her hand, and gently circled his chest, fearing to hurt him again.

But Yun Nian would rather she strike harder, instead of being neither light nor heavy like now, scratching his heart like a cat scratching his heart. His breathing gradually became heavier, and his eyes became deeper and deeper.

"Master." He called.

Lu Fuyao treated her injuries seriously without raising her head: "What's wrong?"

"...Nothing." He bowed his head obediently.

He originally wanted to ask Lu Fuyao if he could also touch her conscience, but after thinking about it, he decided not to do it because he was afraid that Lu Fuyao would hit him.

He took a deep breath, his face returned to rosy, and his eyes were filled with smiles.

All the weakness and heartache were just his little tricks to make her feel sorry for him.

Lu Fuyao went out to see Fu Xiurong. The two of them had to talk about the Eight Sects for a long time and ignored him, so he was reluctant to let her out.

But he couldn't stop him explicitly, because it would affect his image in Lu Fuyao's mind, so he could only make her feel sorry for him and make her not bear to go out.

In this way, he is still the good and cute little disciple.

After thinking about it, he felt happy again. Lu Fuyao must have stayed in his heart because of him. His master was the best.

But the atmosphere between the two people inside the room was ambiguous, and the person outside the room was in a bad mood.

Fu Xiurong's legs were sore after standing for a long time. The two of them treated him like air. He clenched his fists, his knuckles crackling, trying to tell himself to be calm and not to rush in...

If you break in and see something you shouldn't see... wouldn't that make you even more miserable?

Gritting his teeth and sulking for a long time, he punched the door and turned to leave.

Lu Fuyao was keenly aware of the vibration. She wanted to get up and see what was going on outside, but Yun Nian suddenly said: "Master, please don't move. My bell seems to have fallen off."

Lu Fuyao froze, feeling confused: "What?"

Yun Nian's restless hands were testing the quilt: "The bell I wanted to give you earlier seems to have fallen. Don't move. Don't move. You won't find it when you get out later."

Lu Fuyao endured the discomfort and felt that warm hand constantly brushing against her body, and for a moment she said coldly: "Have you found it?"

Yun Nian's hand suddenly rested on her arm. Lu Fuyao took a deep breath, and then felt him gradually reaching down. He worriedly said to himself: "I don't know where it fell."

After a vague caress, the hand with clear joints touched her waist, and actually had the intention to continue exploring. Lu Fuyao finally couldn't bear it and grabbed his restless hand: "You are so impudent!"

When he raised his head, Yun Nian's extremely innocent eyes looked at her blankly, as if he didn't realize that what he was doing was wrong. He looked at Lu Fuyao's face blankly, and then looked down at his hands.

, suddenly thought of something, his cheeks turned suspiciously crimson.

Lu Fuyao looked at his peerless face. As the two of them breathed each other, her heart skipped a beat unconsciously.

"Disciple is offended." He hurriedly withdrew his hand, and a clear bell suddenly sounded on the bed. He found the bell from under him, and as if to prove his innocence, he quickly handed it to Lu Fuyao to see: "I found it.

.”

Being with this traitor almost made Lu Fuyao mentally weak.

It was almost noon when the two of them were chatting. Lu Fuyao finally stood up resolutely. Yun Nian reluctantly tugged on her sleeves and hummed softly: "You should pester Master more, so that the two of us can still be together."

I can sleep a little longer."

Lu Fuyao got up late today. She hesitantly looked at the clear bite marks on her neck through the bronze mirror. Her skin was already fair, and those conspicuous and suspicious marks were hard not to make people think.

She took a deep breath and looked at Yun Nian resignedly: "Are you wearing rouge and gouache?"

Yun Nian tilted his head harmlessly: "Why do disciples bring these things?"

After a moment, he thought of something and smiled slightly: "Disciple, go buy it for you."

"...Forget it." Lu Fuyao refused.

She tried to activate the spiritual power in her body, and suddenly a bluish-white light emerged from her hands, wrapping her up like splashing water and scattering throughout her body.

She was so tortured by the dwarf ghost in the cave that she could be brought back to life. She didn't believe that she couldn't even heal this injury.

As she expected, those soft rays of light filled her wounds little by little with powerful power, and those fine, pink scars gradually dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yun Nian lost the teasing in his eyes and gradually replaced it with a deep and complex expression as he studied the grand scene in front of him.

Healing spells?

Lu Fuyao is not from Xuanyu Palace, so how can he know the healing arts?

Moreover, Yun Nian has also seen Xuanyu Palace casting spells, but it is not in the current state at all. Did he miss something somewhere?

Lu Fuyao walked out, but there was no figure of Fu Xiurong in the inn lobby. After asking the waiter, he turned and walked towards the guest room where Fu Xiurong lived.

Facing the cold door, Lu Fuyao took a deep breath and knocked on the door bravely.

"Come in."

Fu Xiurong's inhumane voice came out.

Lu Fuyao touched his nose and walked in.

As soon as she entered, Fu Xiurong, who was sitting on the chair, stared at her with his cold eyes, as if he wanted to find out some clues from her. However, he looked back and forth for a long time, and Lu Fuyao was still dignified and decent.

What a mistake.

But he didn't believe it at all that the two of them did nothing last night. Sure enough, Fu Xiurong asked straight to the point: "Lu Fuyao, this is your private matter and I don't want to interfere with it, but Yun Nian is an enemy of the Eight Sects. You

Don’t forget how he killed your senior brother, how could you..."
Chapter completed!