Chapter 229 The Blind Martial Uncle Was Made to Cry by His Black-Hearted Nephew 07

These words seemed to touch a sensitive spot for Feng Ciye. He looked down at Yu Sheng, who was struggling in vain and feeling ashamed. He coldly pinched Yu Sheng's waist, causing a tear to roll down from the corner of Yu Sheng's eye and fall onto the back of his hand.

The tear burned him.

Feng Ciye felt extremely irritated, especially when he saw Yu Sheng's disgusted expression, and a thought of "destroying him" even rose in his mind.

But... how do you define "destroy him"?

"Feng Ciye, get out of my way! I am the Yaoyue Immortal Venerable of the Sword Sect. If you dare to touch me with your disgusting, filthy hands again, I will definitely not let you off once I recover!"

Yu Sheng said fiercely.

This angered Feng Ciye, and gave Feng Ciye the idea of ​​how to destroy him.

He grabbed Yu Sheng's chin and kissed her fiercely.

Yu Sheng stared wide-eyed at Feng Ciye, his struggles intensified, his face filled with disgust. But he was helpless and could only bite Feng Ciye viciously.

Feng Ciye's eyes darkened slightly as he released Yu Sheng.

"What, does Immortal Venerable Yaoyue find it disgusting?"

Yu Sheng didn't answer, but simply turned her head away in disgust.

"This is disgusting? The worst is yet to come. I hope Immortal Venerable Yaoyue can withstand what's to come..."

Yu Sheng's pupils contracted slightly, and she immediately burst into a tirade, "Feng Ciye, you bastard! I'm your martial uncle!"

No matter how much Yu Sheng struggled and cursed, Feng Ciye remained unmoved. The two fell into the water, creating ripples.

At this moment, Yu Sheng, who was hiding in the mental sea, rested her chin on her hand and watched all this with a smile. Pointing to the scenes on the big screen, she said to 888, "See? Someone is just being hypocritical."

888 crossed her arms and retorted angrily, "Unfortunately, this is just a dream. In reality, Feng Ciye would love to kill you to prevent future troubles!"

Yu Sheng punched 888, sending it flying.

"Actually, you don't have to speak."

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Feng Ciye woke up from his sleep, momentarily stunned.

I pressed my slightly dizzy forehead.

“Last night… he actually fell asleep.” Feng Ciye sighed, and just as he was about to get up, he sensed something unusual.

He looked down and his breath caught in his throat.

Feng Ciye fully woke up, and then the fragmented pieces in his mind pieced together a complete and absurd dream.

In his dream, he actually...

Feng Ciye was initially incredulous, then furious.

How could he have such thoughts about his enemy? He should have killed Yu Sheng; no matter how many times he could do it all over again, he should have killed Yu Sheng.

But what did he experience in his dream last night?

Ignoring Yu Sheng's objections, he actually forced her into the hot spring... and even when she woke up in the morning...

Feng Ciye closed his eyes, and taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, he put on his coat and sneaked out the door. He went to the waterfall behind the mountain, plunged into the waterfall, and let the waterfall wash over him.

The waterfall also completely washed away the beautiful thoughts he had in his dream last night.

The waterfall was icy cold, but Feng Ciye didn't feel anything; he just felt relieved.

After he got ashore, he unexpectedly ran into Yu Nian.

Upon seeing him from afar, Yu Nian bowed and asked, "Senior Brother Feng, are you also here to practice your swordsmanship?"

Feng Ciye nodded perfunctorily and aloofly, "Then I won't disturb Junior Brother's sword practice."

Yu Nian watched, bewildered, as Feng Ciye, covered in sweat, passed by her, then went about practicing his swordplay.

He must cultivate diligently and then find the elixir of immortality for his master.

Meanwhile, Feng Ciye was about to return to his room when he stopped as he passed Yu Sheng's room.

Recalling the absurd scene from last night, Feng Ciye felt a headache coming on.

Just as he was about to leave, he heard Yu Sheng's weak voice from inside the house, "Is that A-Ye outside?"

Feng Ciye wanted to say no, but for some reason, he still softly hummed in agreement. By the time he came to his senses, he had already pushed open Yu Sheng's door.

"Ah Ye, can you do me a favor?" Yu Sheng looked at him somewhat helplessly.

Looking at Yu Sheng like this, Feng Ciye couldn't help but recall the panicked look on Yu Sheng's face in his dream last night...

"Ah Ye? If it's inconvenient for you, Ah Ye, I'll call someone else." After saying that, Yu Sheng hung her head and looked dejected.

"Hmm? What kind of help did you just say, Uncle-Master?"

Yu Sheng immediately raised her head, her expression forlorn and embarrassed. "Could you please help me choose an outfit from the wardrobe, A-Ye? I can't see right now..."

Feng Ciye walked into the wardrobe, and looking at the rows of white and blue clothes inside, he couldn't help but curl his lip.

With such a vicious mind, and always wearing clothes of this color, she truly embodies the phrase "looking like a human but acting like a dog."

While complaining, Feng Ciye picked and chose, and finally found a dark red wide-sleeved long robe from the bottom of his trunk.

Feng Ciye had never seen Yu Sheng wear this outfit.

Thinking of this, he took the clothes and placed them next to Yu Sheng's bed.

Yu Sheng groped for the clothes in the dark, and slowly walked behind the screen, carrying the clothes little by little.

Soon, rustling sounds came from inside the house.

Yu Sheng struggled for a long time but still couldn't figure out how to put on the clothes. He looked a little anxious, and in his panic, he knocked over the screen, making a loud "bang".

Fortunately, the screen fell to the other side, so Yu Sheng was not hurt.

Feng Ciye only saw Yu Sheng standing there helplessly, holding the clothes from earlier in her hands.

"Ah... Ah Ye, I..."

Feng Ciye could clearly detect a hint of panic and tension in his tone.

"Uncle-Master, what's wrong...?"

Yu Sheng clutched the clothes tightly in her hands, her head lowered, her expression forlorn. "I... these clothes are too complicated, I can't put them on properly, that's why I was in a hurry and knocked over the screen."

What Feng Ciye really wanted to say was that it wasn't that the clothes were too complicated, but that you were blind right now, so it was no wonder you couldn't dress properly!

"Why don't you help me change into something simpler, Aye? This outfit is too much for me right now."

"This one will do, I'll help my uncle put it on."

As soon as he said it, Feng Ciye regretted it and even wanted to slap him to death.

He must have been influenced by his dream last night, otherwise why would he say such a thing?

It seems I should keep some distance from Yu Sheng in the future.

Yu Sheng looked at him hesitantly, knowing in her heart that he had no better way than this. Changing clothes would not only trouble Feng Ciye to put together a new outfit, but he himself might not be able to wear it well.

So he decided to stand there obediently and let Feng Ciye help him put on his clothes.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Ah Ye," Yu Sheng smiled, her face filled with gratitude.

Feng Ciye closed his eyes, forcing himself to erase Yu Sheng's smile from his mind, then picked up the clothes and quickly dressed Yu Sheng.

But when Feng Ciye saw the waist belt, he was in a dilemma.

"Aya, are you done?"