"Beat you to death, you bastard!"
Pan Shu frowned and glanced at the entrance of the alley in front of her. Three tall and strong men were trying to kill a skinny young boy.
Speak foul language.
Fu Ce's attention was all on Pan Shu.
Seeing her gaze pause, Fu Ce asked gently, "Do you want me to stop it?"
Pan Shu gently pressed the hot peach blossom mark on her wrist, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Hmm."
She took a few steps forward. When those ferocious-looking men saw Pan Shu, evil thoughts began to arise in their hearts. But when they saw Fu Ce's ruthless and desireless face, their faces suddenly changed and they knelt down with a thud.
"I have failed to recognize Mount Tai, please forgive me, Taoist..."
Fu Ce has an indescribable prestige among the people.
People worshipped him as a god.
Fu Ce was always cold and taciturn in front of others, "Go away."
After hearing this, the three men dared not delay any longer and quickly fled from Fu Ce's sight!
"Get up."
The young boy was about twelve or thirteen years old, skinny and with a yellow complexion. It was obvious that he had been malnourished for a long time. He pursed his lips, looked at Ban Shu's gently extended hand, and got up from the ground by himself.
Pan Shu didn't care. She raised her eyebrows and withdrew her hand.
"Fu Ce, please take him in."
Ban Shu said lightly.
Fu Ce was a little surprised, his eyes flickering slightly.
Pan Shu never liked to meddle in other people's affairs; she was afraid of trouble. This was the first time she had taken the initiative to help someone out. Fu Ce couldn't help but glance at the young boy a few more times, secretly wondering what was so special about him...
"good."
Fu Ce looked down at him and said in a cold voice, "Do you have a name?"
The young boy hesitated and shook his head. He said with some difficulty: "No."
"Shang Dai."
Ban Shu smiled gently, "Shang is like the morning rain, and the eyebrows are like the distant mountains."
"oh."
In fact, he didn't understand.
But he thought it sounded nice.
Ban Shu and Fu Ce took him to a restaurant to eat something. Fu Ce said little, but when he occasionally glanced at Shang Dai with a cold gaze, it always made people's scalp tingle and their hands and feet cold.
It feels like being in a thousand-year-old ice.
My bones and blood were frozen with cold.
Fu Ce didn't like her looking at other people.
He casually made a spell, and a faint ice-blue light shot into Shang Dai's eyebrows and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Fu Ce was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that the beggar he picked up casually had such a good talent for Taoism.
Not long after, a young disciple in Taoist robes bowed respectfully, "Brother Fuce, Miss Banshu."
"Take him away."
Fu Ce pointed at Shang Dai who was eating voraciously beside him.
Shang Dai looked stunned. His face was gaunt, but one could vaguely see from his eyebrows and eyes the enchanting appearance he would have in the future.
Fu Ce suddenly felt a sense of crisis.
Wait for the young disciple to take Shang Dai away.
Fu Ce looked at Pan Shu earnestly and aggrievedly, "Do you think I'm too old?"
Pan Shu was stunned, not understanding why he suddenly said that.
"?"
The original body practiced Taoism for seven hundred years, and Fu Ce practiced Taoism for more than six hundred years. All in all, he is still a lot younger than himself.
However, the age in the world of immortal cultivation cannot be compared with that in the secular world.
"Why do you say that?"
"Then why are you so special to him..."
Pan Shu said with a smile: "I have a connection with him."
Fu Ce said "Oh" in a muffled voice and stopped talking.
Tsk.
I'm also feeling sulky.
Pan Shu reached out and pinched Fu Ce's ear, then touched his Adam's apple in an ambiguous way, and smiled mischievously, "Are you jealous?"
"Um."
He admitted it quickly.
A smile flashed in Panshu's eyes.
She slowly approached him, and her soft lips lightly touched his thin white eyelids, which were subconsciously closed, like a dragonfly touching the water, fleetingly.
Fu Ce's heart began to beat violently.
Faster and faster.
He pursed his lips, trying hard to suppress the curling of the corners of his lips.
The earlobes slowly turned crimson.
Even her cold and pale face had an alluring blush.
It makes people always want to flirt with him more.
Pan Shu smiled slightly, a hint of teasing in her charming voice. Her cold fingertips gently touched the corner of his slightly raised lips, "Hey, are you happy?"
He didn't say yes, nor did he say no.
He just put his thin lips close to Pan Shu's ear and whispered very quietly: "I want more."
A slight hoarseness and a shaking tremor.
He was dressed in spotless white clothes.
Even that unparalleled handsome face was extremely cold.
It was as if looking at him any longer would be to defile him.
After all, he was born to sit on the altar.
The world can only worship him devoutly.
But in front of her.
The gods also stepped down from the altar and were dragged into lust by her, unable to turn over forever.
Panshu's mind moved.
This is a private room on the second floor of the restaurant. In my ears I can hear the hawkers' shouts and the drinkers' loud conversations.
There was also a very hard to ignore sound, the man's passionate, deadly panting.
He has a nice voice. Pan Shu has always known that.
But I don’t know——
His moans sound even better.
My legs go weak just listening to it.
The man tilted his head back in unbearable pain, his protruding Adam's apple rolling up and down.
The subtle scent of snow sandalwood is sharp and pleasant, like the scent of incense on the body of a monk returning from walking on the snow and kneeling devoutly to worship the Buddha in a temple.
But Buddha would never think of that.
This is not kneeling down to worship Him.
It is to indulge, indulge, and repeat oneself in lust.
"Fu Ce..."
There was a hint of crying in the little girl's sweet voice.
The beautiful fox eyes were filled with ripples.
Fu Ce closed his eyes, held her waist with one big hand, and the back of her head with the other big hand, their lips and teeth intertwined. He licked her lips in a youthful and bold way, and would not go straight in until she could no longer bear it and voluntarily opened her mouth.
His eyes were tightly closed.
A drop of cold sweat ran down his forehead and into his clothes.
The snow-white face gradually turned slightly red.
His expression changed and a white light flashed before his eyes.
Fu Ce's indifferent eyes were now replaced by lust.
His eyes darkened.
The big hands on her slender waist tightened inch by inch, and her Adam's apple rolled unbearably, "Shushu..."
"Hmm."
"Does it hurt?" Fu Ce let go of her slightly, kissed her gently between the eyebrows, and carefully wiped the dirt from the palm of her hand.
He soiled his little girl.
Pan Shu buried her whole face in his cold, slender neck.
A light laugh escaped Fu Ce's throat.
Hold her tight.
"You're so mean," she said.
"Feel sorry."
Fu Ce admitted his mistake quickly.
"Don't do this next time."
"Be gentle next time." Fu Ce coaxed her gently, "Be good, I lost control a little this time."
"It's a lie."
Pan Shu raised her little face to look at him with red eyes. She looked like she was inviting bullying. Fu Ce lowered his eyes and stared at her. After a while, he made an apology with a half-curl of his lips: "I'll take you to buy some delicious food."
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