Chapter 73 73 “Everywhere is delicious.”

The puppet man turned against Tian Gang as soon as he returned home. Su Xiaoyuan was a little angry at first, but when he knelt beside the bed, looked up at her from below, and said with trembling eyelashes, "Don't abandon me", her heart melted at once.

He was abandoned once by his previous owner, so that's why he feels so insecure.

She wanted to say, "I will never abandon you," but she swallowed the words back. She knew she couldn't do it, so what was the point of lying to him?

All she could do was to treat him better while he was alive and indulge him a little more, just like now, even though she knew that this was not what a normal puppet should be like, she did not stop him, but just reached out and gently touched his hair.

The puppet seemed to have noticed something and continued to hold her ankle, but stopped kissing her.

Su Xiaoyuan felt empty inside. She opened her eyes in confusion and looked at him hazily. She saw the puppet looking up at her quietly from below.

"What's wrong, Fu Tingyun?" she asked guiltily.

"Are you planning to abandon me?" he asked innocently.

Su Xiaoyuan hesitated for a moment: "Why do you think so?"

Instead of answering directly, Fu Tingyun evaded the question with a rhetorical question. He sneered in his heart, "Is there something I did wrong?"

"Of course not," Su Xiaoyuan said hurriedly, "You are very good..."

The puppet said, "I must not have done enough. Xiao Yuan is not satisfied."

"How could that be? You can cook, make clothes, and you're good with a sword. You can protect me in times of danger..."

"But Xiaoyuan didn't buy me for those things," Fu Tingyun said, lowering his head and kissing harder, mumbling with a smacking sound, "Xiaoyuan bought me for this kind of thing. It must be that I'm not doing it well, so Xiaoyuan won't guarantee it."

Su Xiaoyuan felt itchy and ashamed: "It's not because of this, Fu Tingyun..."

The stubborn puppet refused to listen to her explanation: "I can't compare to a professional Hehuan puppet, and I can't satisfy my master, but I can learn. Xiao Yuan will teach me."

How could Su Xiaoyuan teach him? He didn't know where he learned so many tricks, and he had no sense of shame like a human. He dared to say and do anything. Even she, a serious disciple of the Yunyu Sect, felt ashamed of herself.

She was like a piece of candy in his mouth, almost melting under his licking. When he had had enough, he grasped her ankle and lifted it high, gently nibbling at the inside, moving upwards. Soft and slightly moist, delicate and dense, like the dew on a spring night patiently soaking into the flower mud, making it soft, slippery and flowing freely.

She reached out to push him away, but he noticed immediately, grabbed her wrist and rubbed it, then placed her hand on her soaked shirt, kneading and twisting it with her fingers. "This is 'hands on top and bottom'. Xiao Yuan is already very familiar with that move just now, called 'chewing words and embracing words'. These are all things you might be tested on in the entrance exam."

Su Xiaoyuan had never done such a thing even when she was alone, let alone in front of the puppet, struggling and refusing to submit.

The puppet said: "Xiao Yuan is distracted again. How can you pass the exam like this? Practice quickly."

The voice was a little cold, lashing her ears like a whip, sweeping away the pity just now, as if he was the master.

Su Xiaoyuan's heart felt full and she couldn't help but let out a sob.

This puppet is always trying to get more than he deserves and to take advantage of others.

But he always lingered a few inches away, not crossing the line, just eating up the little bit of his master's gift through the veil.

It was too little. The master was too stingy. She didn't know how big her puppet's appetite was. If she fed him, he would surely starve to death or die of thirst. So the puppet had to squeeze it himself, squeezing, kneading, pinching, and pinching with his five fingers. The bad puppet would do anything to save his master, regardless of his life or death...

Su Xiaoyuan recalled the dream in the high school classroom, but everything in the dream was vague and uncertain, and there was no sense of reality. There was no pressure from both sides to force her into a desperate situation.

Her breathing became more and more rapid, and her consciousness was like marshmallow dropped into hot milk, gradually melting and bubbling with pink bubbles. But somewhere deep down, a sense of emptiness and itchiness continued to grow and expand, and she couldn't help but let out a soft hum.

The puppet seemed to laugh, its hot breath puffing against her thighs. He spoke against her skin, his voice slightly hoarse than usual: "After 'Holding the Words and Chewing the Flowers,' there's also the move 'Blowing the Flowers and Chewing the Cores.' Both moves have offensive and defensive parts. Today, I'll focus on defense. Master, would you like to practice Blowing the Flowers and Chewing the Cores as well?"

Su Xiaoyuan's consciousness almost completely melted, and the hot, sweet milk was boiling. She bit her lip and was about to go down the stairs when the puppet said, "Forget it. Biting off more than you can chew. Master hasn't even mastered the art of digesting words well, and only got level 5, D. It's better not to aim too high and continue practicing this one move."

As he spoke, he let go of her ankle, stepped forward, continued to hold her hand, and attacked the weak spot on the other side.

Su Xiaoyuan almost immediately bit her hand and burst into tears, her convulsions lasting longer and more intense than the first time. The puppet even whispered in her ear, "Why are you getting worse the more you practice? You're even worse than last time, only level two."

Su Xiaoyuan was overwhelmed with grief and tears welled up in her eyes again. She didn't know whether it was out of shame or because her crying was useless.

The puppet extended his tongue to taste it carefully: "Don't cry, although the master's foundation is weak, but with hard work and practice, he will definitely pass."

Su Xiaoyuan: "I suspect you are laughing at me."

"A puppet will not laugh at his master."

Fu Tingyun said righteously, leaning down to sniff.

He resisted the urge to bury himself in and drink deeply, because this puppet body was not qualified to touch it.

It's all wasted, he thought regretfully, and unconsciously inhaled greedily. The tip of his nose touched the wet gauze, and he felt a little fishy and sweet. He instantly became malicious and moved closer to her nose, deliberately letting her smell his scent.

Su Xiaoyuan pulled her coat over her face and didn't want to pay any attention to anyone.

The puppet mercilessly tore off her fig leaf: "Xiao Yuan, get up and change your clothes. You'll catch a cold if you wear wet clothes."

He added, "The mattress is also wet and needs to be changed."

After the puppet finished speaking, he left the ashamed and angry Su Xiaoyuan behind and went outside to fetch some hot water so that she could wipe her body.

Su Xiaoyuan was determined not to let him do it for her. She waited until her hands and feet had regained some strength before getting up, drying herself, and changing into dry clothes. When the puppet came in to change the bedding, she put on her coat and went outside to see the snow wolf.

After the little snow wolf came, it slept next to its owner's bed every night. This was the first time it was driven into the yard. As soon as it saw its owner, it lay down and whimpered.

Su Xiaoyuan felt very sad and quickly touched its head. The snow wolf habitually rubbed against her arms and wanted to lick her face, but she subconsciously avoided it.

Firstly, it was inevitable that she would feel a little embarrassed after seeing the human form, and secondly, the puppet man was very bothered by the smell of the snow wolf on her body.

The snow wolf seemed to sense her alienation and cried even more pitifully.

Su Xiaoyuan quickly stroked its head and back, and said kind words to comfort it: "Good boy, second generation, wait until mom passes the entrance exam and lives in a two-bedroom apartment, then I'll give you a room, okay?"

The snow wolf didn't quite understand human language, but seemed to be comforted by her gentle tone. It responded to her with a "woohoo" and rubbed its big head against her hand.

Just then, the door creaked open.

A puppet in white clothes walked out.

The snow wolf immediately became manic, its fur became sparse, its tail wagging, and it lowered its body and dug the ground with its front paws.

Su Xiaoyuan hurriedly grabbed it and looked at the puppet warily: "Fu Tingyun, why did you come out?"

The puppet ignored the Snow Wolf's hostility and raised his hand: "I'll take out its mat. It might feel better if it lies on the familiar mat."

Su Xiaoyuan immediately felt ashamed of her mean-spiritedness: "Thank you."

Although the puppet man is not close to small animals, he is usually the one who takes care of Fu Shenxing and Fu Dimo. He raises them very well. He has been away recently, and the snake and cat have lost weight.

She ran over to take the mat, spread it out for the snow wolf, and touched its paws: "Please bear with it tonight. I will help you build a nest tomorrow."

After comforting the snow wolf, she returned to the house. Fu Tingyun had already prepared warm water for her to wash her hands.

Su Xiaoyuan knew that he minded, so she washed her hands carefully, smelled them to make sure there was no residual smell, then dried them and lay down on the bed.

Fu Tingyun poured the water, put away the basin, and sat beside her bed.

"Where do I sleep?" asked the puppet.

Su Xiaoyuan was stunned by his question: "So it's still the same where you sleep."

Fu Tingyun glanced at the bedside, turned his head, and lowered his eyes silently.

Su Xiaoyuan realized that he was still jealous of Xuelang.

"But this is a single bed... You're so tall, you can't even straighten your legs..."

"No problem."

The puppet pushed her in without saying a word, lifted the thin blanket and got in: "It's not small, it's enough."

Su Xiaoyuan was stunned by his smooth movements, and when she came to her senses, she was already in his arms.

"Asleep." He sniffed her hair gently.

"It's so hot..."

Before he could finish his words, a slight coolness emanated from the puppet's chest, just the right amount of coolness, but not too cold: "How is it?"

"But I'm used to sleeping alone..." Su Xiaoyuan protested in a low voice.

The puppet loosened his arms around her and looked down into her eyes: "Xiao Yuan wants me to sleep on the floor like that dog?"

That's a wolf, Su Xiaoyuan quietly corrected herself in her heart.

"Or I'll give you my bed and sleep on the floor," said the disappointing owner.

The puppet said coldly, "I'm occupying my master's bed and making him sleep on the floor. Xiao Yuan thinks I'm such a treacherous and evil puppet?"

Su Xiaoyuan: “…” But you are just occupying my bed!

The puppet placed his finger on her lips and gently pinched them: "If Xiaoyuan can't sleep, just continue practicing. 'Lip and tongue intertwining' hasn't been practiced for a few days, and it's obviously rusty."

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Su Xiaoyuan was so scared that she quickly retreated: "No! You just licked my feet!"

"You've showered, why are you so disgusted with your own things?" The puppet grabbed the back of her neck to prevent her from escaping.

Su Xiaoyuan pursed her lips tightly to prevent him from succeeding.

The puppet suddenly pinched her weak spot hard, and while she was screaming, he pried open her lips and stuffed his tongue into her mouth.

Su Xiaoyuan's head was buzzing.

Then she felt the puppet's chest vibrate slightly, and she smelled a fresh scent of grass and trees, the scent of her homemade tooth powder.

The puppet licked his lips and said, "I just brushed it."

Su Xiaoyuan was a little disappointed for some reason: "You think it's dirty too, don't do that kind of thing next time. You don't have to compete with Xuelang in these things."

"Xiao Yuan is clean from head to toe," the puppet commented as he ate, "every part of it is delicious."

He seemed to want to make up for the practice he had missed in the past few days. He hugged her tightly and kissed her non-stop, only letting her go for a moment when she was about to suffocate to let her catch her breath.

Su Xiaoyuan felt like she was drowning in a hot spring. When he finally calmed down, she panted and muttered, "Who did you learn all this from?"

Fu Tingyun was silent for a moment: "If Xiaoyuan doesn't like it, I will change it."

He seemed to have gone too far, and she became suspicious.

Su Xiaoyuan was so sleepy that she raised her hand to touch his cheek, then followed the clear jawline to his slender neck, and then to his collarbone...

Through the thin silk lining, she placed her palms on his deliberately cooled chest, subconsciously searching for his heartbeat.

I almost forgot he was a puppet.

Su Xiaoyuan opened her eyelids a little and said drowsily: "You are finally back, it's great, I was so worried..."

"Didn't we agree to come back today? Why are you worried?" Fu Tingyun held her hand on his chest and used her fingertips to circle around the place where the mole was.

"I'm talking about you..." The girl closed her eyes and muttered softly.

Fu Tingyun felt a distant heart skip a beat: "Who am I?"

"It's you..." The girl withdrew her hand and turned over, finding a comfortable position in his arms, and fell asleep in a short while.

Fu Tingyun hugged her from behind, held her hand, buried his face in her neck, and smelled the familiar scent on her body, feeling at ease.

Before dawn the next day, he quietly got up and prepared to take out the bedding and clothes in the wicker basket to wash.

The fishy-sweet aroma still lingered on the clothes, like a hook, hooking somewhere in his abdomen, and saliva immediately flowed out from the root of his tongue.

Fu Tingyun had no sense of shame. He took out her panties, stared at the translucent marks on them for a while, and then put his nose to sniff.

At this moment, he discerned a strange scent that did not belong to her.

The faint floral scent was obscured by her rich fragrance, like an inconspicuous noise in the music.

It was like a cold wind that instantly dispelled the thick fog of desire.

He put the piece of thin fabric back into the wicker basket, walked to the bed, lifted the gauze curtain and sat next to Su Xiaoyuan. He gently placed his fingers on her wrist, injected a strand of spiritual power into it, and carefully circulated it through her meridians.

No one knows her physical condition better than her. Her spiritual roots and spiritual veins are congenitally deficient. He has been using all kinds of rare birds and animals and spiritual medicines in her diet to slowly recuperate her, but it requires years of persistence and cannot be achieved overnight.

No matter what kind of panacea, it cannot significantly improve her cultivation in a short period of time, and it is even more impossible to cause sudden changes in her spiritual roots and veins.

Except poison.

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The author has something to say: 100 red envelopes~

This is a self-cut leg meat sweet cake. I originally planned to write a short story of about 300,000 words, but it became longer as I wrote. I estimate that the length will still be around 400,000 to 500,000 words.