Chapter 412 Invitation
Yes, I'm not drunk.
He only calls out "Ah Su" when he's drunk.
He had never seen his master drunk, and therefore did not know whether, if his master were drunk, he would really call him "A-Su" as he did in his dreams.
A fleeting thought, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirs up a stormy sea.
Feng Su lowered the corner of his eye and looked away.
A bitter feeling welled up inside me, but I hesitated to ask the question.
He wanted to ask her why she never called him by his name as affectionately as she did when she addressed him as her junior brother.
But what's the point of asking?
At this moment, he didn't even have the courage to accept his master's answer.
"The immortal ship will stop at Yunhe City in about three days."
As Feng Su spoke, he walked to the table, pinched the wine glass and swirled it, his fingertips trying to trace the rim of the glass, but ultimately only stopping above the mouth of the glass.
The man in white had dark, deep eyes. He casually put the cup down, and it made a crisp sound on the table.
"I've heard that Yunhe City is full of delicious food. Would Master be willing to come down and explore with me? I think we've almost used up the immortal food we stored up when we set off."
Feng Su turned around and asked.
Yu Yan had already walked up behind him, and upon hearing the word "food," the woman raised her eyebrows slightly.
Speaking of which, ever since she arrived in the Immortal Realm and her appetite was forced to return, she has never tried anything other than the food cooked by her disciple.
"OK."
Yu Yan agreed with great interest.
There's no need to ask Feng Su how he heard it; there are so many cultivators downstairs, they can easily get the gist of it by overhearing a few words.
Feng Su's eyes lit up, but she quickly lowered them again to hide her joy.
The man's emotional changes were too obvious. Even though the mask covered most of his handsome face, the joy emanating from him was undeniable.
Yu Yan thought that he was probably tired of eating those immortal beast meats and wanted to try something different.
My heart softened for no apparent reason.
Sure enough, the apprentice was only in his early twenties, and no matter how composed he was, he couldn't be that composed.
To her, he was still too young.
"Did your martial uncle make you wear the mask?"
Yu Yan asked.
She took out another wine glass at some point, filled it with wine from the wine pot, and pushed it towards Feng Su, saying, "Try it."
Feng Su: "Yes, it was my uncle's request."
The sake was crisp and refreshing, quite different from the sweet wines that Yu Yan usually preferred.
Yu Yan understood.
Feng Su possesses the Myriad Paths Divine Demon Body, yet his cultivation level is only at the Nascent Soul stage. His face is indeed unsuitable for ostentation.
If you were to be possessed by someone else, you'd have nowhere to turn for help.
"Put it on properly, and don't take it off casually," she added.
"yes."
As Feng Su spoke, he raised his hand and touched the edge of the mask.
Suddenly, the image of his master's adoring and infatuated gaze flashed before his eyes, and he froze for a moment.
He suddenly looked up, and as if sensing something, Yu Yan also looked at him.
The woman's peach blossom eyes were carefree and languid. When she looked at him, there were occasional ripples in her eyes, but they were calm and shallow doubts, as if she were asking a question.
Feng Su felt as if something had hit her heart.
The dull ache was quickly replaced by self-abandonment; he was truly delusional.
If his master knew what he was imagining, she would definitely despise him.
The surge of heat in his blood was instantly doused with cold water.
But as if by some strange twist of fate, his hand, which had been resting on the edge of the mask, moved slightly backward, and before Yu Yan could look away, he removed the mask.
With his narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes slanted upwards, Feng Su stared intently at Yu Yan, as if he didn't want to miss any of her reactions.
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