Chapter 40 40 "You don't like me touching you."
"Even if you like someone, you can't force love on them!" Su Xiaoyuan taught the cat seriously.
The cat and the snake looked at each other and turned away at the same time: "Hehehe!"
Su Xiaoyuan looked at the cat with some worry. Was it really because the name was unlucky?
She turned around and saw the puppet following her out of the house, staring at the cat and the snake, with a thoughtful look on his face.
She shook her head. It must be an illusion. How could a puppet think?
"Fu Tingyun, please wash Fu Dimo and put him back in the basin." She didn't have the courage to wash it herself, so she could only ask the puppet for help.
Anyway, I just called for help, it would be too hypocritical to insist on treating the situation coldly.
The puppet said "OK", washed the snake skillfully and put it back in the basin.
The cat squatted on the side, watching the snake being manipulated by the puppet with glee, and occasionally making a sarcastic "meow".
Su Xiaoyuan was a little worried: "Let's separate them and let Fu Shenxing sleep in the room tonight."
Fu Shenxing: ???
The puppet looked at the dusty cat and frowned, "Very dirty."
Su Xiaoyuan: "Wash it and it won't be dirty anymore."
Fu Shenxing: "Meow meow meow meow!" (What an unexpected disaster!)
It screamed and tried to jump over the wall to escape, but the puppet had already lifted it up by the scruff of its neck.
"Oh, by the way," the girl continued, "I wonder if it's pooped today. Let's put it in the litter box and see."
Fu Tingyun: "Okay."
Fu Shenxing twisted his body, fighting for the dignity of the divine beast: "Meow meow meow meow!" (Don't try to manipulate me, you evil puppeteer. Sooner or later, I will...)
Fu Tingyun simply put it in the litter box and pressed its head down: "One, two..."
Cat: “Meow!”
Fudemuotou poked his head over the edge of the basin and said sarcastically: "Hiss hiss hiss..." (Oh, so this is what you call doing whatever you want and being free.)
While the puppet was tormenting the cat, Su Xiaoyuan was taking a shower in the room.
After washing, she sat at the table and dried her hair while messaging her best friend.
The communicator she used was a small square mirror. For some reason, the pair of rings she bought last time could only communicate with each other and could not connect to other people's communication tools.
My best friend answered the phone quickly.
"I'm sorry Kaishan, I still decided to keep it..." Su Xiaoyuan said guiltily.
"What's there to be sorry about? Of course you can make the decision on this matter yourself," Ruan Mianmian said carelessly. "But where are you staying? I have to hide when I come here."
"It usually stays in the basin."
Su Xiaoyuan thought about it and thought that the little snake might want to go out for a stroll if it was fine. It would be bad if it bumped into it, so she said, "I'll weave a lid out of straw tomorrow. When you come, let me know in advance and I'll build it."
"Okay, that's great." Ruan Mianmian breathed a sigh of relief.
Su Xiaoyuan heard the groaning sound of Song Jinshu's puppet coming from her side.
"Is your puppet all right?" she asked.
"This loser seemed to have broken some bones when he hit the door." Ruan Mianmian said with disgust.
Although the tone was not very nice, Su Xiaoyuan could hear the faint worry in his voice.
"Don't worry, take him to the magic weapon shop in the city tomorrow to see if it can be repaired."
"Tomorrow is the Wushan Festival. Aren't we going to the Spring Shrine with Senior Brother Xiahou to pray for blessings?"
"It won't take all day to pray..." Su Xiaoyuan started to feel resistance and anxiety when she thought about tomorrow's schedule. "It just so happens that I also need to buy clothes for the parade."
"Didn't you buy it last time?"
"It was torn by the kitten."
"Oh, what a pity! I've never seen you wear it! Senior Brother Xiahou must have ordered that dress a long time in advance. You definitely can't get something so exquisite if you buy it last minute."
As the two were chatting, the puppet came back carrying a washed and dried cat.
Su Xiaoyuan raised her head, mouthed "thank you" and patted her knees.
Fu Tingyun reluctantly placed the cat on her lap.
While Su Xiaoyuan was petting the cat and scratching its chin, the puppet stood aside and watched coldly.
Fu Shenxing couldn't stand the pressure anymore. He jumped to the ground with a "meow" and quickly ran under the bed.
After Su Xiaoyuan finished chatting with her best friend, she picked up the cat toy and lay down beside the bed to try to lure the cat out. However, after trying for a long time, the cat remained firmly huddled under the bed and refused to come out.
Su Xiaoyuan had no choice but to let it go.
Unable to pet the cat and it was not yet time to go to bed, Su Xiaoyuan had to muster up the courage to face the puppet.
"Thank you for what you did just now, Fu Tingyun."
"You're welcome. It's my duty." The puppet sat at the table, facing her sideways, wearing a white robe that stretched to the ground. His headband was tied very low, with a few strands of hair hanging on his chest.
The spirit stone in the lamp is rather cold today, somewhat like the clear light reflected by moonlight on the lake.
The puppet bathed in light looks even colder and more lonely.
No wonder they say "If you want to be pretty, you have to wear filial piety". Just by looking at him sitting there, Su Xiaoyuan felt a dull pain in her heart, as if she had been hit by a blunt force.
She almost couldn't help but take out her painting tools and paint this beautiful scene on the spot.
"Why did you change your clothes?" She made small talk. "I don't think you were wearing this when I left this morning."
"Well, go out and get dirty."
"You went out?" Su Xiaoyuan was a little curious, "Where did you go?"
Fu Tingyun: "Just take a walk around here."
"oh."
Puppets don’t know how to chat, and Su Xiaoyuan is the same. The conversation ends after just a few words.
For some reason, Su Xiaoyuan always felt that the puppet was not in a good mood today, and was even more depressed than usual.
What Fu Tingyun called "just taking a walk around" was actually going to the deep pool of the neighboring island to catch a thousand-year-old feathered dragon.
He placed the feathered dragon beside her, of course, not just to eat mosquitoes.
The girl has no ability to protect herself, but she is born beautiful and gentle, but she has no strength to match her beauty. Her beauty alone is a crime, and she is kind and gullible. If she leaves the protection of the sect, she will be a target.
Fu Tingyun explored her meridians and knew that her talent was limited. Directly passing on his skills to her might harm her instead.
After much thought, the only option was to find a spirit pet to protect her.
The three-hundred-year-old Luoluo beast had enough cultivation, but the beast was too cunning and might abandon her if she encountered danger.
Puppets are dead objects, without intelligence and therefore without judgment.
Yu Jiao is the most suitable guard. He is intelligent and will be absolutely loyal after recognizing his master. Even if he dies in battle, he will not abandon his master and run away on his own - perhaps this is because he is not very smart.
Su Xiaoyuan was not in high spirits when she thought about the intensive socializing she would have to do with Senior Brother Xiahou starting tomorrow. "Then go to bed early, Fu Tingyun."
The puppet turned his head and his eyes fell on her jaw.
Su Xiaoyuan noticed his gaze, raised her hand to touch it, and hissed softly.
Only then did she remember that she had been hit by her best friend's iron head.
The puppet stood up, walked to her, bent down, and stretched out his hand, as if to lift her chin to take a look.
Su Xiaoyuan's heart was in her throat.
His fingers had already touched her skin, and Su Xiaoyuan could even feel the coolness of his fingertips, but for some reason, he suddenly retracted his hand.
"How did you do that?" he asked.
Su Xiaoyuan felt empty for some reason, as if she had missed a step.
"I accidentally bumped into it. Fortunately, it doesn't hurt much. I'll be fine after a good sleep." She touched the wound gently.
"You'll get bruises from sleeping," the puppet said calmly, as if he was just stating a fact.
Su Xiaoyuan was afraid that he would offer to help her heal her injuries again, but the puppet said nothing. He turned and walked to the cabinet, opened the drawer, and took out a small porcelain plate she used to mix paint and a small knife for sharpening pencils.
"What are you doing with these, Fu Tingyun?"
"It's useful." The puppet answered but seemed not to answer.
He placed the things on the table, cast a purification spell on the plate and the blade, then picked up the knife and slashed it across the palm of his left hand.
Su Xiaoyuan was stunned and frightened for a few seconds before she screamed, "Fu Tingyun! What are you doing?"
The puppet had already dropped the knife and placed his injured hand over the plate, making a fist.
Bright red liquid flowed out of his hand and dripped into the plate.
It turns out that puppets also have blood, and it turns out that their blood is bright red, just like humans'...
This was Su Xiaoyuan’s first thought.
"I said, body fluids can heal wounds, and so can blood." The puppet said calmly.
After receiving half a plate of blood, the puppet took a look and said, "That's enough."
Su Xiaoyuan's mind went blank, and after a while she shouted, "Fu Tingyun!"
The puppet looked at her in confusion, performed a cleansing spell on his bloody left hand, and then took a silk handkerchief to bandage the wound.
"You can apply it yourself." He glanced at the dish of blood.
Su Xiaoyuan couldn't help but tremble, her voice began to tremble: "Why do you want to hurt yourself?"
Although the tone sounded like a question, the breath was weak.
"It's the puppet's duty to heal its master's injuries," Fu Tingyun said, looking down thoughtfully at the blood in the dish. "Is it because the color resembles blood that you find it disgusting? This isn't real blood. It's transformed from absorbed spiritual energy. Just think of it as spiritual fluid."
This is how puppets are used. When a monk is seriously injured, it is common to drain the puppet's "blood" in order to quickly repair it.
In addition to healing, you can also transfer damage to the puppet when defending against enemies.
Fu Tingyun cast a spell, and the bright red liquid in the dish turned transparent and glowed slightly. "This is better. Put the rest in a bottle and you can use it next time."
Su Xiaoyuan: "..." Is this a matter of color? !
"Fu Tingyun, you can't do this!"
"Why?" The puppet was puzzled.
"Don't hurt yourself."
"The injury is very minor and will heal tomorrow." Fu Tingyun said.
"No matter how serious or light it is, you must not hurt yourself, not even for the sake of your master! You must cherish yourself."
The puppet raised his eyes, his inorganic pupils looking at her gravely: "Why?"
Not to mention being a puppet, even as a human being, he never knew what it meant to cherish himself.
Cultivators seize the merits of heaven and earth and fight for their lives, so naturally they have to try their best at every step.
Su Xiaoyuan didn't know how to explain to him that puppets had no subjective consciousness and of course didn't know how to protect themselves.
She thought for a moment and said seriously, "Because this is my order. Fu Tingyun, I order you not to hurt yourself from now on."
"This is an order!" she emphasized again.
"Okay," the puppet looked at the "blood" on the plate, "What should we do with this? It's already been put in. How about..."
Su Xiaoyuan interrupted him: "I will not use your blood to heal my wounds, Fu Tingyun. I don't care what your previous master did. Now you are mine, and you must abide by my rules."
Just thinking about it made her feel depressed and uncomfortable.
"Okay." The puppet's eyes softened for a moment.
"Can you drink it back?"
Fu Tingyun: "...it's useless to drink it."
Su Xiaoyuan dug out a small bottle made of crystal from the drawer, washed it with a purification technique, carefully poured the transparent liquid from the dish into it, and sealed the bottle: "Put it away for now, and don't do this again next time."
"good."
Su Xiaoyuan sighed, moved the small round stool over, and patted the stool: "Sit down, Fu Tingyun."
The puppet sat upright as instructed, with his hands resting lightly on his knees, looking even a little obedient.
Su Xiaoyuan stood in front of him and looked into his eyes: "Can't your saliva also heal wounds? Why do you need to bleed?"
The puppet raised his head slightly: "You don't like me touching you."
Su Xiaoyuan: "I...I didn't..."
"You don't like it," the puppet's long eyelashes trembled slightly. Perhaps it was the angle, but his originally cold and ruthless eyes suddenly seemed sincere, even innocent. "I touched you last night, and you hated me and didn't want to see me."
How could Su Xiaoyuan bear the look of this peerless beauty: "It's not that I don't want to see you, I..."
The puppet lowered his head and cast his eyes down.
Su Xiaoyuan's heart ached slightly: "I really don't dislike you, really, if you don't believe me, just lick me."
The puppet raised his eyelids: "Really?"
The girl raised her head, revealing her fair and slender neck, and her posture seemed as if she was ready to be killed.
Saliva flowed out from the root of his tongue, and he had to swallow silently several times before he leaned over, starting from her throat and moving down to her jaw, slowly feeling the beating of her blood vessels and savoring the sweet taste that continuously seeped out of her skin with the tip of his tongue.
It’s not enough, I want more.
It was clearly him who wanted to leave, so why could he not help but hold on tighter as soon as he realized she wanted to escape?
He didn't want to figure it out, he just let himself sink into the moment.
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