Chapter 67 67 "He is a bad guy, a very bad, very bad guy."...

Ever since Su Xiaoyuan became acquainted with her best friend, she began to hear her talking about Song Jinshu. She had heard of his name for a long time, and today she finally met the real person.

However, he was beaten black and blue by Kaishan, and his original appearance was completely unrecognizable. He was just thin and looked a little frail, which was somewhat similar to the puppet of the same name.

He was escorted in by two deacon disciples from the Law Enforcement Hall. He glanced at Kaishan and Patriarch Xie and immediately lowered his head.

Patriarch Xie looked at him with deep sorrow and shook his head.

This was the younger generation she had watched grow up, and the son-in-law she had high hopes for, but now he had become like this.

Song Jinshu suddenly fell to his knees in front of her with a plop: "Jinshu has made mistakes again and again. I can't redeem myself even if I die. I have no face to see Aunt Xie..."

The Xie family head said coldly: "It's not me you let down. If you were a member of my Xie family, I would kill you with my own hands."

Because he was an accomplice and was manipulated by the Holy Son of Fengyue Sect, he was sent back to the Song family and dealt with according to family rules.

However, with so many sects and families watching, the Song family wanted to save face and was afraid of being accused of shielding their own children, so they certainly could not give a light sentence.

Patriarch Xie estimated that just the fact of injuring his grandmother and stealing her life-saving magic weapon was enough for him to suffer. Add to that the charge of colluding with evil cultivators to commit evil deeds, and this man would most likely end up with his cultivation completely destroyed. Even if he could continue to practice, he would not have any status in the clan.

Originally, he was being trained to be the next head of the Song family.

Song Jinshu also roughly guessed his own fate and lowered his head: "Jinshu deserved it."

He turned to Qingmei: "Sister Kaishan..."

Ruan Mianmian said: "I have nothing to do with you, don't call me that."

Song Jinshu's lips trembled, his head lowered even lower, and he said bitterly: "I understand..."

Ruan Mianmian suddenly got angry and walked over to grab his collar: "What do you understand? You don't understand at all!"

"Open the mountain," said the Xie family master, "there is no point in saying more."

Ruan Mianmian: "Mother, please let me explain clearly, otherwise I will feel suffocated."

Patriarch Xie sighed: "Forget it."

Ruan Mianmian loosened his collar and said, "If you really understood, you wouldn't be acting so pathetic and pretentious until now. Do you feel that you are very pitiful and wronged, that you were harmed and poisoned by someone, and that's why you did those things?"

Song Jinshu was obviously touched by her thoughts. He was trembling all over and could hardly kneel down.

Ruan Mianmian continued, "Unfortunately, I know how the Gu works. A Gu can't come out of nothing. He was able to plant the Heart-Linking Gu on you because you're greedy. You covet his beauty, his kindness, and the feeling of him praising you to the skies. You're weak-willed, easily manipulated."

He paused and said, "Most importantly, you are a heartless person. Even if the Heart Gu can make you betray me, it doesn't have the power to make you harm your grandmother who has treated you like the apple of her eye since you were a child!"

The tip of her nose gradually turned red. "Actually, I've known what kind of person you are for a long time. I've known what kind of person you are. Do you think I can't sense that you always avoid me in front of your fellow sound cultivators? Is it because I'm not elegant enough, because I'm a physical cultivator, and you feel ashamed... I'm not that stupid, I'm just pretending not to know because I'm always thinking about the friendship we had when we were young, and I'm deceiving myself!"

Song Jinshu trembled and said, "Kaishan... My feelings for you... until I was poisoned, my feelings have never changed. I really don't love men..."

Ruan Mianmian chuckled softly: "Song Jinshu, you don't love men, nor do you love women. You only love people who make you feel comfortable. Your so-called affection is worthless."

Song Jinshu is on the verge of collapse.

Ruan Mianmian stopped looking at him and let out a long breath: "Finally, you said it!"

Su Xiaoyuan hugged her tightly, letting her wipe the tears she couldn't hold back on her shoulder, and whispered in her ear: "Kaishan, you are the best."

Ruan Mianmian sniffed: "That's right!"

She hugged Su Xiaoyuan back, stood up, and said to Patriarch Xie, "Mother, let's go early and come back early. I still need to come back to accompany Xiaoyuanzi to review!"

Su Xiaoyuan sent them to the ferry crossing "Tianhejin" on the flying island, and saw Xuanwu Xie's carriage from afar.

Unlike the common wing boats of the Yunyu Sect, Patriarch Xie's means of transportation is a snow cart as big as a house, pulled by eight majestic and elegant snow wolves, the smallest of which is almost as tall as her when sitting.

Ice-blue eyes and silver-white fur without a trace of other colors.

Su Xiaoyuan, who was obsessed with Furui, was so stunned that she couldn't speak.

Patriarch Xie smiled and said, "By the way, I rushed here in such a hurry because of this evil incident that I didn't have time to prepare any decent gifts..."

Su Xiaoyuan was about to make some pleasantries when she saw Patriarch Xie untie the reins of the smallest snow wolf. "This little snow wolf is the cub of my mount. It's less than two hundred years old, which would make it a sixteen-year-old boy in human form. It should be able to transform soon, but it's a bit clumsy. If Xiaoyuan doesn't mind, I'll give it to you as a gift."

Su Xiaoyuan opened her eyes wide, her face flushed red, and she quickly waved her hands: "How can that be..."

Ruan Mianmian: "Why are you being polite? My mother is your mother."

He put his arm around her neck and whispered in her ear, "Every Snow Wolf transformed is incredibly beautiful, with silver hair. Don't you like them best?"

Su Xiaoyuan almost fainted when she imagined the sixteen-year-old silver-haired handsome boy.

Patriarch Xie put the reins into her hands with understanding: "Don't be afraid, it's very docile, you can touch its head."

Su Xiaoyuan hesitantly reached out and touched the snow wolf's head. The fur felt extremely silky, almost comparable to Fu Tingyun's hair, and had a pleasant scent of ice and snow.

She had the impression that the fur of this large Forei was a bit rough and hard, but this snow wolf was completely different.

Patriarch Xie looked at her with a smile: "Xiao Yuan can give it a name."

Su Xiaoyuan thought about it and realized that all three members of her family had the surname Fu, so she might as well get a complete set so that he wouldn't feel like an outlier.

But I can't think of any name with the surname Fu...

Su Xiaoyuan suddenly had an idea. Since this snow wolf is the cub of the mount of the head of the Xie family, it must be the second generation.

"Let's just call you Fu Erdai!" she said.

There was a hint of confusion in the snow wolf's ice-blue eyes, but he still accepted the name given by his new master.

After seeing off the Xie mother and daughter, Su Xiaoyuan still had classes to attend. She couldn't lead the wolf around, and she wasn't sure of its habits if she kept it on the wing boat. She was worried that it would cause damage on other people's boats, so she had to take it home first, stuff it into the house, lock the door, and separate it from the cats and snakes before going back to attend the next class.

After one day's class, Su Xiaoyuan was actually a little eager to pet the new wolf, but her conscience stopped her at the last moment.

She decided to visit the hospitalized puppet first.

On the way, she lay on Yizhou's bed, thinking of what her senior sister said in today's Guxue class, and the vague uneasiness in her heart came back.

She sat up, unbuckled her belt, opened her collar, and took a look at her underwear. She was immediately shocked.

I don't know when a light pink color appeared on my heart.

Is this a Gu mole?

The color was too light, and if she hadn't looked for it deliberately, she might not have noticed it.

Maybe it's a mark that was accidentally made while taking a shower or sleeping.

But to be on the safe side, I'll use the method taught by Senior Sister Lin to verify it when I see the puppet man later.

The wing boat quickly flew to the city.

Su Xiaoyuan landed on the open space at the entrance of the market, folded up the boat, and walked into Mu Qingxianjun's shop.

She had agreed to come early in the morning, and Mu Qing was already waiting at the door. As soon as she arrived, he welcomed her in and took the initiative to introduce the progress of the repairs.

A person with social anxiety can act to this extent. Su Xiaoyuan felt that this little fairy really loved Sister Xiao so much that even she, a "friend" whom she had only met a few times, could benefit from it.

Immortal Lord Mu Qing sent her to the puppet's room and then left, considerately tucking the curtain in place.

The puppet was still sitting on the bed like yesterday, blankly, as if it had been in that position since she left, waiting for her to come back motionlessly.

"Fu Tingyun, how is your wound? Does it still hurt?" Su Xiaoyuan asked him.

The puppet's eyes were dull, and he shook his head mechanically: "It doesn't hurt."

Then he stood up and began to unbuckle his belt and take off his clothes.

Su Xiaoyuan was startled: "What are you doing?"

Puppet: "Xiao Yuan asked about the wound. Show it to Xiao Yuan."

He took off his clothes quickly, and as he spoke, only the bandage around his waist remained on his upper body.

The bandage was obviously changed today and there was no blood on it.

The puppet wanted to continue removing the bandage, but Su Xiaoyuan stopped him: "No need to show me the wound, I just need to know that you are recovering."

The puppet stopped and sat back on the edge of the bed, but did not think of putting his clothes back on to reveal his slender and beautiful body.

This room is half the size of Su Xiaoyuan's nest. The remaining space beside the bed is narrow. When the puppet sits down, there is nowhere to put its long legs, and its knees rest on her legs.

Su Xiaoyuan didn't know where to look, her eyes floated here and there, and finally landed on his white chest.

No moles.

Of course, even if he was really infected with a Gu, there would be no mole on his body.

Now that you have taken off your clothes, do you want to try Sister Lin’s method?

Su Xiaoyuan hesitated for a moment, then turned around, closed the wooden door, bolted it, and mustered up the courage to say, "Fu Tingyun, I'm going to do some... research... that might seem a little strange to you."

The puppet tilted his head slightly, and there seemed to be some confusion in his inorganic black pupils.

Su Xiaoyuan was touched by his cuteness and patted his head: "Fu Tingyun, you seem to be more adorable than before."

Just as she was about to withdraw her hand, the puppet suddenly grabbed her hand, placed it next to his cheek, then tilted his head to lean on her palm and rubbed it slowly.

"Help! You're being too dishonest!" Su Xiaoyuan hadn't been so careful with her words since her puppet's IQ had dropped back to factory settings. "I'm almost reluctant to fix you."

Fu Tingyun looked at her and blinked slowly: "Xiaoyuan, research."

"Oh, by the way, can I borrow your headband?" she said as she untied the headband from behind the puppet's head.

He was still wearing the red dress she had chosen that day and the red headband.

"I'll blindfold you for a while." Su Xiaoyuan said, covering the puppet's eyes with a headband and tying a knot behind his head.

She walked to the small window again, lowered the curtains, and the room suddenly became dark.

Su Xiaoyuan took a deep breath, untied her belt, opened her collar, revealing her left breast, and moved close to the puppet's chest, almost skin to skin.

There was no light, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Then she realized she was worrying too much.

Brother Foodie has long said that it is impossible for humans and puppets to be infected with Gu, so what are you worried about?

She did such strange things. Fortunately, no one else knew about it, otherwise they would definitely think she was sick.

Su Xiaoyuan was about to tidy up her clothes, but the puppet suddenly raised his hand, grasped it accurately, and began to knead it without knowing the strength, and even lowered his head to hold it in his mouth.

It was like a dream scene reappearing, but the feeling in a dream was not as vivid as reality. Su Xiaoyuan felt like fireworks were exploding in her mind. Her waist suddenly went limp. She was shocked and embarrassed: "Fu Tingyun, let go! No!"

The puppet lowered his hand, spit it out, and said in a flat voice: "You can't touch Xiaoyuan, you can't lick Xiaoyuan." His eyes were still staring at the place where the water was shining.

Su Xiaoyuan quickly covered her clothes and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Fu Tingyun, don't do this again next time. A good puppet can't do such things!"

The puppeteer seemed to be possessed by a repeater: "Good puppets can't do such things, only bad puppets do such things."

After a pause, he said, "Being a good puppet is bad, being a bad puppet is good."

Su Xiaoyuan was both angry and amused. Suddenly remembering that she still had to practice, she added, "You can only do it when I tell you to, okay?"

The puppet nodded: "I can only do it if the master tells me to."

Su Xiaoyuan couldn't help but complain: "Are you like your previous master?"

Then she remembered who his previous owner was, and her smile instantly disappeared.

How is that possible? Ling Yue Xianzun is a man who is born without emotions and desires. He split her in half with one sword.

The puppet may be like him in other aspects, but it is definitely not good at coloring.

Maybe it follows the second owner...

Su Xiaoyuan was a little discouraged.

She tied her belt, took off the puppet's blindfold, tied his hair back together, helped him put on his clothes, and sat down beside him: "Fu Tingyun, what kind of person was your former master?"

The puppet stared straight ahead, as if in a daze, or as if in deep thought.

Just when Su Xiaoyuan thought he was going to crash, the puppet said, "He is a bad guy."

Su Xiaoyuan was surprised: "Why?"

This puppet has become so demented, can he still tell the difference between good guys and bad guys?

The puppet was unexpectedly stubborn: "He is a bad guy, a bad, bad, bad guy."

Su Xiaoyuan: “…”

Even after losing his mind, he still holds such a deep resentment. It seems that her precious puppet has suffered a lot under the care of Immortal Master Ling Yue.

She stood up and hugged him: "Okay, he is a bad guy, let's not mention him."

"Okay." The puppet agreed immediately.