Chapter 230 The Blind Martial Uncle Was Made to Cry by His Black-Hearted Nephew 08
Yu Sheng asked in confusion, while Feng Ciye inwardly regretted that he had so easily agreed to Yu Sheng's request; otherwise, he wouldn't be in such a passive position now.
After taking a deep breath, Feng Ciye slowly picked up the waist belt, wrapped his arms around Yu Sheng's waist, and placed the waist belt against his waist.
In his panic, Feng Ciye accidentally grabbed Yu Sheng's waist, even using a bit of force.
888: Ha, what a clever "accident" you are! If I hadn't known beforehand that you had that dream last night, I might have actually believed it was an accident.
888 resisted the urge to roll her eyes and silently turned her head away, not wanting to watch the two of them flirting.
"A-Ye, you just hurt me..."
Yu Sheng frowned, seemingly puzzled by Feng Ciye's actions, before asking a question.
Feng Ciye immediately snapped out of his reverie and, without batting an eye, lied through his teeth, saying, "This disciple was just lost in thought, please forgive me, Uncle-Master."
Yu Sheng said "Oh," but didn't press Feng Ciye about why he had been distracted.
But the action just now still had a great impact on Feng Ciye.
I never imagined Yu Sheng's waist would be as slender and supple as in my dreams. I wonder if other parts of her body are the same...
Feng Ciye thought to himself.
Actually, if he hadn't known beforehand that last night was just a dream, he probably would have suspected that Yu Sheng was doing it on purpose when Yu Sheng said that Feng Ciye hurt him.
888: Don't worry, you're right, someone did it on purpose.
After all, someone watched your dream last night like a pornographic film for a long time!
Yu Sheng raised her hand, spun around in place, and then asked, "Ah Ye, I haven't worn this style of clothing in a long time. I wonder how it will look on me..."
As Yu Sheng spoke, her disappointment was hard to hide.
Feng Ciye couldn't help but look up.
The dark red, wide-sleeved long robe was embroidered with auspicious clouds in gold silk thread at the hem, making it look extremely gorgeous.
Yu Sheng was already quite handsome, and this outfit only added to his air of unparalleled nobility.
He undoubtedly looks good in it.
Even Feng Ciye, who wished he could kill him, thought that this dress really suited Yu Sheng.
He couldn't help but take a few more glances.
He seemed to have never seen Yu Sheng wear this dress before. If he hadn't gone through Yu Sheng's wardrobe today, this dress would probably be gathering dust in the closet.
However... this outfit is clearly not Yu Sheng's style.
In Feng Ciye's memory, the person in front of him always loved white clothes, and occasionally wore ice-blue robes. Clothes of other colors would never appear in Yu Sheng's wardrobe.
However, Feng Ciye didn't care about these things.
“This outfit suits my martial uncle very well.”
This time, he genuinely praised Yu Sheng.
Yu Sheng smiled, almost blinding Feng Ciye.
Feng Ciye was a little troubled by his unusual behavior. It seemed that ever since the dream he had last night, he had been paying too much attention to Yu Sheng.
Just as Feng Ciye was lost in thought, there was a knock on the door.
It was accompanied by a rather cheerful female voice, "Junior brother, are you there? Senior sister has brought you some good stuff."
Upon hearing the voice, Feng Ciye recognized the person outside the door as Song Yuqiu, the peak master of Qifeng Peak.
"Senior Sister Song, please come in."
The sound of a door opening came from inside the house.
As soon as Song Yuqiu entered, she was immediately drawn to Yu Sheng, who was dressed in a dark red, wide-sleeved long gown.
She glanced at Feng Ciye beside her, smacked her lips, stroked her chin and chuckled, "Your taste is still the best, Junior Nephew Feng. Your Uncle has always been wearing white or blue clothes, I'm tired of them. This dark red wide-sleeved robe is really refreshing."
Yu Sheng was startled upon hearing this.
He nervously tucked his hands into his sleeves.
"Dark red?" Yu Sheng's voice carried a hint of melancholy.
He'd never worn such a flamboyant color before, but now, out of his mind, he's wearing it...
Song Yuqiu keenly sensed her junior brother's mood and quickly said, "My junior brother looks good in anything. No matter when he wears it, he is always the dignified and elegant Immortal Venerable Yaoyue."
Yu Sheng forced a smile. "Thank you for comforting me, Senior Sister. But I wonder what brings you here?"
Song Yuqiu observed her junior brother's complexion and found it was much better than before, so she bluntly said, "Senior sister has prepared some good things for you this time!"
After saying that, Song Yuqiu took out a silver bracelet from her storage ring and put it on Yu Sheng's right wrist without saying a word.
Yu Sheng shook the bracelet on her wrist, seemingly puzzled as to why Song Yuqiu had thought of giving her a bracelet.
Song Yuqiu explained, "Junior Brother, you have difficulty seeing, so I specially made this Silver Moon Bracelet for you. If you touch it, you should be able to feel a raised button."
Yu Sheng paused for a moment, then did as instructed.
Suddenly, a mechanical female voice rang in my ears: "Hello, Master. I am Silver Moon. How can I help you?"
Yu Sheng suddenly fell silent.
He seemed to understand Song Yuqiu's intentions.
Song Yuqiu was very excited and explained to him incessantly, "Silver Moon has many functions. For example, if you want to go to the sect leader's main peak, you can give it a task directly, and it will point out the direction for you. Not only that, it can also transform into a retractable stick to carry you and remind you if there are any obstacles in front of you."
"Moreover, it also has an emergency alarm mode. If you encounter danger, Junior Brother, it will alert the sect. That way, you won't have to worry if you encounter danger."
Yu Sheng nodded.
This is simply a combination of navigation, artificial intelligence, and a white cane.
He thus confirmed that Song Yuqiu, the peak master of Qifeng, had also transmigrated from another world.
After all, only time travelers could probably create something like this.
"There's also a lifelike mannequin; I used my junior apprentice's face, but due to limited materials, it can only be made very roughly."
With a regretful expression, Song Yuqiu pulled out a miniature version of Feng Ciye that only reached Yu Sheng's waist. Then, glancing at Feng Ciye, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot, she patted his shoulder indifferently and said, "Come on, Junior Nephew Feng, say something."
Feng Ciye refused to speak to Song Yuqiu.
"Tsk, why are you being so uncooperative?"
Feng Ciye thought to himself: Cooperate? Then why don't you replace this damn humanoid face with yours?
"Alright, I'll change it back to look like Anian when I get back."
No sooner had Song Yuqiu finished speaking than Feng Ciye's voice rang in her ears, "Come back!"
Song Yuqiu nodded with a smile, "That's more like it. Alright, the voice of A-Ye has been recorded. In the future, Junior Brother, if you want to do something, just tell it to do it. You can also chat with it when you're bored."
888: So this thing is a cultivation-themed robot?
888 was dumbfounded. To be honest, it really did look like something those people would come up with.
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