In World Three, Fuyou's entire body was felt thoroughly by the male protagonist...
No...if you touch it carefully, it's still different.
His brow arches are sharper, his nose is straighter, and his jawline is thinner, giving him a resemblance to Ying Zhong. However, his bone structure is more aggressive than Ying Zhong's.
Why did the male protagonist suddenly transform?
It has changed shape, or is it a face so similar to Ying Zhong's?
These didn't seem to be mentioned in the original plot.
However, since the system has no warning, it proves that the offset value is still within the controllable range.
When Fu You was thinking, the other party suddenly grabbed his hand.
The male protagonist's transformed frame was enormous, even his hands were a circle larger than Fu You's. Fu You felt his fingers being gripped with great force, kneading and pinching. He frowned sensitively and instinctively wanted to pull his hand back.
Immediately, the fingertips were enveloped by an extremely hot and wet touch.
Fu You's body stiffened.
——He couldn’t see that after the male protagonist put his finger into his mouth, he was like a hungry wolf that tasted meat. His originally dark pupils were so excited that they turned slightly red.
Behind her, the tentacles, as thick as wrists, which could not be hidden, gradually wrapped around the beautiful master's wet and narrow waist.
"I want...Master..."
Fu You didn't understand: "What do you want from me?"
The male protagonist had difficulty speaking, so he simply stopped talking and made his intentions clear through actions.
The wet licking touch passed from the fingertips, slid across the beautiful finger bones, and finally landed on the inside of the wrist - the skin there was extremely thin, and the sweet scent was incredibly rich.
The male protagonist's hot lips and tongue pressed against that spot, licking and sucking, as if he was ravenous, and from time to time he would grind it with his sharp canine teeth. Mottled red marks soon appeared on the snowy and pure skin.
Fu You still had his eyes closed, but his long, white eyelashes trembled slightly and his breathing became rapid.
Normally, the male protagonist would have licked her if he wanted to. But now, his passion hadn't subsided yet, and such intimate physical contact was really...
"Let go, um..."
The clothes were suddenly torn to pieces by the tentacles around the waist, and scattered like fallen flowers into the cold water.
He looked slightly stunned.
The tentacles moved wantonly on the master's well-proportioned body, feeling wet, cold and slippery.
But within a few breaths, the male protagonist had felt Fu You's entire body thoroughly, and he knew where she would tremble, where she would gasp, and where the beautiful master would tense her waist as if she couldn't help but tense her waist as long as he touched her.
He's so presumptuous, he has no respect for elders or juniors. Has he absorbed all the etiquette I taught him these days?
Fu You thought angrily, her body softened, her pretty face flushed, but she raised her eyelashes and glared coldly.
The beauty was wet, half immersed in water, with dark tentacles entwined all over her body. Ambiguous red marks were faintly visible on her exposed cold white skin, which was so sensational that it was difficult to look directly at.
However, her feather-like long eyelashes were half-raised, and through the gaps flowed a bright and moist glint in her eyes that looked like emerald jade, clear, proud, and cold, with an imposing aura that was intimidating.
Fu You felt that the meaning conveyed in his eyes was particularly terrifying, at least it could stop the children on the street from crying at night.
But when the hero looked at her, his newly grown heart started beating so fast as if it was going to break, and his mind was filled with only one thought - Master is so handsome.
He couldn't see, unable to open his eyes. A split second later, that stunning, clear jade-like color was once again hidden behind her thick, snow-white eyelashes. The male protagonist seemed transfixed, and all the tentacles holding Fuyou in place ceased their movements.
Fu You mistakenly thought that the other party understood the threat in his eyes.
He was just thinking that this idiot wasn't that stupid after all, and was about to raise his hand to slide him out of the tub, when his chin was suddenly lifted by someone.
The wet licking sensation slid up along the side of his face, finally landing on his tightly closed eyes.
The male protagonist kissed his eyelids greedily, and even his thick eyelashes covered with mist were licked all over, like a pile of snow that was about to melt, sticking wetly and softly to the dark red corners of his eyes.
The male protagonist clung to him like a puppy that hadn't been weaned, humming and sticking to him. While licking him, he panted and repeated: "Master... I want it... Woo!!"
A talisman struck the boy's bare shoulder, sending a sharp, electric-like pain through his body. He couldn't help but cry out in pain.
The suddenly immobilized body fell forward due to inertia, directly pressing on Fu You. The tentacles, which had no time to retract, slammed into the tub with a loud bang, splashing water all over the floor.
Fu You was caught off guard by the male protagonist's pressure, and his whole body was enveloped by the unfamiliar same-sex aura. He couldn't help but frown, and felt the damp heat becoming more and more restless.
To make matters worse, a casual male voice that sounded like a smile suddenly rang out from the window.
Ying Zhong said, "It seems that I came at the wrong time."
Having said that, he raised his hand and used his spiritual power to pull the boy out of the bathtub without any gentleness.
He casually took out a piece of clothing from his Qiankun bag and threw it at the other person with a bit of disgust.
After turning the person over and seeing his appearance clearly, Ying Zhong was also stunned.
The island master was silent for almost a whole cup of tea before he finally touched his chin and sighed.
"You have my eyebrows and eyes, and your chin." Ying Zhong said sarcastically, "Youyou, I can't believe you can actually give birth... Hey! Spare her!"
Fu You raised his hand, and another sword talisman flew in front of Ying Zhong's eyes. It was as cold as ice, wrapped in a sharp sword intent. It was actually a small Xue Ye Bing.
Without even moving his eyelashes, he said coldly, "Get out of here together."
"Okay." Ying Daozhu readily accepted the advice, picked up the boy who was unable to move on the ground, and climbed out the window very skillfully.
Calm finally returned to the room.
Fu You gently exhaled the foul air that had been pressing on his chest for a long time, isolated his five senses, and sank himself into the icy cold water of the pool.
Frosty white hair drifted quietly, swaying, and draped around him. The beauty leaned unconsciously against the tub, her long, soft eyelashes touching the corners of her eyes as she closed them, pure and clean, like a snow crane perched on the edge of a cold pond.
Fu You slept until the early morning of the eighth day of the first lunar month, when he came out of the room again.
In the dim morning light, Fu You pushed open the door. He was wearing a moon-white shirt, with frosty hair and cold skin, and a white veil covering his eyes. He looked ancient and strange, and his expression was indescribable.
In the courtyard, Ying Zhong sat at a stone table, his posture unrestrained and romantic. He was wearing the same color clothes as Fu You. It seemed that the island master Ying had spent all his divination skills on how to dress like his "friend."
He looked at the unharmed Fu You, a smile flashed across his eyes, but his face was rather disappointed as he sighed and said, "It seems that I have worked in vain again this time."
The spring is refreshing, and the man has a carefree temperament. Behind him is an ancient peach tree. Everything from accessories to movement angles has been carefully designed, just like a peacock with its tail spread out, which is quite pleasing to the eye.
Fu You walked past him, ignoring him without understanding the situation. With her icy, jade-like fingers, she lifted up the man who had fallen at Ying Zhong's feet and asked, "What's going on?"
"...The little brat is a dog, Yateli." Island Master Ying's handsome face twisted for a moment. He moved his palm to cover his arm, which was bleeding under his sleeve, fearing that Fu You would see his joke. "I listened to some soothing tunes. I guess he should be awake by noon."
Ying Zhong raised his eyes and asked with a smile, "Why, Master Fu You is feeling distressed?"
Fu You felt that it was time to teach this idiot a lesson, so he let go of his hand and continued to let the male protagonist and Zhou Gong have their secret meeting.
"But what should I do with this look? Everyone will think he's my illegitimate son." Ying Zhong couldn't help but get mad at Fu You when he saw his cold expression. He stood up, moved closer to Fu You, and howled, "Heaven has eyes. I've lived for nearly a hundred years, and I'm still a virgin. My dear, you have to help me prove my innocence!"
Fu You:?
He turned his head and glanced at the pretentious Ying Daozhu. Even through the white gauze, one could see the coldness in his eyes.
Ying Zhong stopped talking, stood up straight, and changed the subject: "Have you thought of a name for the child?"
Fu You lowered his eyes and thought for a moment. A gentle breeze blew by, lifting the ends of his frosty hair, making it look like a white crane that would transform into feathers in the air at any moment.
After a while, he said, "According to the rules of the Haoyue Sect, his name should be 'Wen'."
Fu You said in a cold voice, "'Bright as the sun and the moon', if not, then just call it 'Wen Zhao'."
"Wen Zhao? What a nice name." Ying Zhong sighed, "It seems you really want to take him in as your disciple. In that case, wouldn't you have to go back to the Haoyue Sect and take him to meet the ancestor?"
Fu You didn't respond, his expression growing even colder. Ying Zhong continued, "Come to think of it, you haven't been back to the sect in over a decade. Is Wen Xuanying still treating you badly?"
Hearing the old friend's name, Fu You frowned. Ying Zhong smiled when he saw it. "You're coming back to the sect so abruptly. Aren't you afraid that Wen Xuanying, that beast in disguise, will take you away and do something terrible?"
I don't know if he understood what this "chi chi ka cha" technique meant. Fu You simply pursed her lips slightly, her beautiful face looking exceptionally cold and distant. "I have a clear conscience towards him. What is there to be afraid of?"
"Wen Xuanying would probably burst into tears if she heard this!" Ying Zhong laughed heartily. "I really want to see that guy's expression in person, but unfortunately..."
The man's smile faded, his thin lips still curled, and his clear eyes fixed on his expressionless friend beside him: "Fuyou, I have to say goodbye to you today."
Fu You glanced sideways upon hearing this. Her frosted hair was rustled by the wind, drifting past Ying Zhong's eyes.
Ying Zhong said solemnly, "Ruoshui has sent a message to Linghe, saying that several demonic cities outside the realm are making moves, and a large number of demons are preparing to pour in through the cracks. Fanghu Island is closest to the turmoil, and the people on the island are used to being lax. They can't handle it without me."
This news was very sudden, and Fu You was stunned.
Ying Zhong lowered his eyes and saw Fu You's expression, then suddenly smiled again. The solemnity on his face disappeared, and he returned to his usual carefree appearance.
He blinked and said, "I don't think I'll be able to make it back by the seventh day of next month. Without me by your side, Youyou must be more careful and cautious, lest others take advantage of you."
Ying Zhong didn't care when the other party didn't answer, and continued to speak: "Wait until that little cub... ahem, even if Wen Zhao wakes up, you should be careful with him. If he can be used, continue to train him; if not, keep him by your side as a servant, and be careful not to raise a wolf that will cause trouble. After all, you saved his life, so no matter how you treat him, you have done your best."
"Also, be careful of Wen Xuanying. He never tells the truth and only tries to deceive honest beauties like you...hiss! Be gentle!"
A burst of cold snow fragrance swept past, and Ying Zhong was slapped in the face by Fu You and pushed out of the courtyard.
Ying Zhongru let out his usual exaggerated cry, waiting for Fu You to follow him with his sword intent. However, for a long time, there was no response.
He raised his eyes and saw a beautiful woman with frost hair and a moon-white gown standing under a peach tree in the courtyard, her invisible eyes looking at him quietly.
"Ying Zhong," Fu You said calmly, "Take care."
Ying Zhong's heart moved, and all the funny gestures he had made to amuse Fu You disappeared.
The man stood there, tall and slender, with a relaxed and handsome look.
——After receiving the spiritual crane, Ying Zhong divined for himself, and the three hexagrams in a row were all very bad.
It seemed to indicate that this trip would not end well for him.
This was God's will, but he still felt unwilling to accept it.
However, looking at Fu You at this moment, the unspeakable resentment in his heart suddenly dissipated. Ying Zhong smiled, a truly carefree smile.
He said loudly: "To receive this kind of concern from the Snow Moon Sword Master, who is not interested in worldly affairs, this lord's journey will be fulfilled even if he dies."
Ying Zhong pulled something out of his waist and tossed it into Fu You's arms. Fu You caught it and looked down, seeing it was the magical flute he always loved so much, the "Mountain and Water Fun".
"A token of love," Ying Zhong said with a smile. He gave Fu You a final, deep look, as if he wanted to carve this frosty figure into his mind. "You You, keep it safe. I'll return triumphantly soon and ask you to return it in person."
Fu You held the emerald jade flute in his cold, snow-like palm. Before he could answer, he saw Ying Zhong turn around and leave in a leisurely manner.
In an instant, silence returned to the courtyard.
Just like the extremely lonely silence that has accumulated in Jianxu Mountain for thousands of years.
Fu You lowered his eyes and stared at the jade flute in his hand for a long while without any expression. Afterwards, he tucked the jade flute into his waist.
Wen Zhao woke up around noon, and upon seeing Fu You, he started clinging to him and licking him. The idiot, who couldn't even speak clearly, was quite adept at stripping people's clothes with his tentacles.
Fu You, his moon-white coat ruined, hung the foolish man upside down on the peach tree for the entire afternoon with a cold expression. He finally let him go when he saw the man staring at him with a handsome face similar to Ying Zhong Bafen's, looking downcast.
After being kept like this for a while every few days, in less than half a month, Wen Zhao learned the basic etiquette between master and apprentice, as well as how to communicate with others in simple ways.
I also learned how to put away those very unhealthy tentacles of mine.
Although he would occasionally ask his master to hold him like a puppy, and would often try to grab his master's beautiful hands to kiss and lick them when he was being disciplined, Fu You thought that children his age were usually quite clingy, so he didn't pay attention to these innocuous details.
In short, after training the male protagonist to become a decent "ordinary" teenager, Fu You decided to take him back to the sect and officially register him under his own name.
The Haoyue Sect lay far to the south, while Jianxu Mountain lay hidden in the north, a world away. Fortunately, the Sword Master possessed profound spiritual power, and even with a burden barely at the foundation-building stage, he remained unfazed, reaching his destination on his sword in just half a day.
More than 900 steps of the Stairway to Immortality encircle the entire Haoyue Mountain. Numerous towering buildings stand on the summit, surrounded by vast clouds and mist, making it seem as if you are in a fairyland.
Wen Zhao was seeing such a strange sight for the first time. He followed Fu You closely and asked curiously, "Master, did you grow up here?"
Fu You said nothing.
He put away Xue Yebing and stood outside the sect, a place he had not returned to for over ten years. He looked at the three words "Haoyue Sect" engraved in vigorous and elegant characters on the towering mountain-suppressing stone.
After a while, Fu You withdrew his eyes.
Just took a step into the sect.
Several sharp sword lights wrapped in spiritual power shot straight towards Fu You and Wen Zhao's faces!
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