The world's third best at nothing, only the best at hand licking. ...
Jianxu Mountain lies far from the various Xuan Sects, a remote and tranquil place. Fu You has lived here for years in seclusion, dwelling in a small courtyard atop the peak. He ignores all sect affairs, living a carefree and carefree life like a wandering cloud and wild crane.
He ignored his friend who was talking dirty, and brought the man he picked up back to the yard. After washing him inside and out, he looked at him and felt a little embarrassed.
Logically speaking, the male protagonist is a spiritual being created by heaven and earth, so his comprehension and wisdom are naturally not bad. But in his current form...
Fu You lowered his eyes.
The dizzy ball of flesh held his sleeves tightly with its two tentacles, refusing to let go.
Sword cultivators pay the most attention to their bones and physique. The thing in front of them doesn't even have bones and physique, let alone real bones.
He thought about it and felt that taking in disciples should be done step by step, so he should start with the simplest ones.
Fu You had a stern face, and the half of his face that was exposed under the white veil had his lips slightly pursed, looking very majestic.
He said in a serious tone, "Call me Master."
The meatball blinked at him, but didn't respond.
Fu You: "Master—Respected—"
The ball of flesh remained silent as its tentacles stretched out and wrapped around his fingers again.
There was a slippery touch on his fingertips, and Fu You could feel the flesh rubbing against him, as if to please him.
He thought about it: Maybe the male protagonist in this form has no vocal organs?
Fu You has always been very active. With a thought, his fingers touched the crack in the flesh where the ball was about to bite Ying Zhong, ready to check it out.
The thin, white fingertips had just penetrated.
A soft scarlet tentacle suddenly stretched out from the crack and wrapped around Fu You's fingers.
The touch was completely different from the two tentacles that resembled little fleshy hands. Warm, slippery, and slightly rough... like a tongue?
Fu You couldn't see, but his other senses became even more acute. He could clearly feel the tentacles licking his fingers, inch by inch, wrapping around his palm softly, as if wanting to eat him, but there was no trace of attack in their movements.
More like... simply licking his hand?
The sword cultivator's hands were particularly slender, with delicate and beautiful finger bones, cold and white like snow. Now wrapped and entangled by the scarlet tentacles, the visual contrast was particularly strong.
The skin was covered with a layer of extremely moist and lustrous moisture, as if it had been burned to a light pink.
Fu You's back stiffened slightly.
The meatball felt the scent of the person before him was particularly sweet. He wanted to eat it, but couldn't bear to. He licked it briefly, and already he felt a tremor all over his body.
——This was the first time he had such a feeling since he became conscious.
The tentacles tasted the sweetness and became more and more insatiable. They greedily wrapped around Fuyou's knuckles, squeezed into the sensitive gaps between the fingers, gently pinched, licked and tasted.
Fu You's fingertips were tinged with a faint red. His entire body tensed up from the licking, and he suddenly pulled his hand away, flicking the head of the paw. "That's unbecoming."
The pure white hair fell down, and the swordsman's face was still indifferent and ruthless, like the snow on the top of the mountain, awe-inspiring and unreachable.
However, the exposed hand was licked and held by his nominal disciple, and the skin was tasted so hot.
If there were other people present, they would be surprised by the lust and passion of this scene.
Unfortunately, there were only Fu You and the meatball in the courtyard at the moment. Although Fu You felt that the other party's behavior was a bit inappropriate, he just thought it was a friendly way of expressing his feelings. After suppressing the sensitive reaction in his body, he didn't take it to heart.
As for the meatballs...
The delicious taste that was in my mouth was not enough to be tasted, but it was cruelly taken away. The aftertaste of the lost meat ball and the sweet smell lingering on the tentacles.
Why, did he seem to dislike his touch?
Is there something he did wrong?
Feeling full of grievances and confusion, Routuan rubbed against Fuyou, who had just performed the purification spell, and continued to try to please him.
Fu You worked hard for several days.
Not to mention the daily routine of teaching Routuan to call him "Master." He also used his spiritual power to form a small sword based on the other person's size, intending to first teach him to familiarize himself with the sword techniques of his sect.
But the traitor's tentacles touched the small sword and then climbed up his fingers again.
He is not good at anything but licking hands.
It is better to raise barbecued pork than to raise apprentices.
Floating and dark energy.
Influenced by his demon bloodline, he experienced a surge of emotions on the seventh day of every lunar month after reaching adulthood. The deeper his spiritual power, the more intense the surge. Therefore, he traditionally locked away his spiritual power on this day, remaining blind and mortal indoors to avoid suffering.
As the seventh day approached, his body became more sensitive. The flesh licked him every day, making him quite uncomfortable. He had no choice but to act like a strict teacher and discipline his cheap disciple.
After being hit several times in a row, the whole meat ball looked wilted.
He also couldn't understand why he couldn't win the love and intimacy of his beautiful master.
瞧着这小东西恹恹提不起精神，怪可怜的，浮幽又有点儿心软。破例允许对方可以趴到他肩上，但若是想舔，依旧挨揍。
On the sixth night, Fu You was dancing with a sword in the courtyard.
He has a slender figure and moves as gracefully as an immortal. His snow-white hair and moon-white robe flutter as he moves, like falling snow under the moonlight, cool and pleasing to the eye.
A melodious flute sound suddenly rang out, clear and ethereal, like a stream flowing through a snowy field.
Fu You swung his hand back, and the snow-white sword blade caught a falling peach petal. Under the clear spring moonlight, the tip of the sword stopped in the direction where the flute sound came from.
The sound of the flute stopped suddenly, just as abruptly as it had started.
Ying Zhong tucked the jade flute into his waist and jumped over the wall into the courtyard. His movements were graceful and elegant, and it was impossible to tell that he was going to climb over a wall in the middle of the night.
"I haven't seen you for a few days. You, the disciple of the Sword Master, are still as unique as ever." Ying Zhong didn't consider himself an outsider. He sat down beside the stone table and looked up at Fu You who had put away his sword.
Layers of white gauze covered his eyes, revealing a cold and beautiful face. Facing the bright moonlight, he seemed to be coated with a layer of silver, cold and distant. All he saw was the pure snow-like color that could not be desecrated. Only a dot of cinnabar on his forehead was extremely bright, and the contrast between the two was particularly touching.
The beauty was wearing plain clothes and holding a silver sword, but there was a lump of flesh on her shoulder that was difficult to identify, which quite destroyed the harmony.
"Tsk," Ying Zhong sighed, "What a waste of natural resources."
Fu You didn't understand. But that didn't stop him from sitting across from the man and saying with a hint of disdain, "How can you, the dignified master of Fanghu Island, be idle all day? How disgraceful!"
"Isn't it because someone has forgotten his friends for the sake of his disciples?" Ying Zhong sighed again, wearing a long gown of the same color as Fu You. His handsome features revealed a hint of resentment: "If the mountain won't come to me, I'll go to it. I can only be a cheap commodity and send myself to the door."
Fu You had long been accustomed to his nonsense and didn't take it to heart. Ying Zhong looked at the ignorant, clueless and cold expression on his face, and a trace of real bitterness flashed in his eyes, which were covered by his playful demeanor.
"Just so, I have something to ask you." Fu You tilted her head, motioning Ying Zhong to look. Her snow-white hair brushed against the fleshy head. "I give him spiritual energy and teach him the secrets every day, but he never manifests. Why?"
Fanghu Island is one of the most powerful forces in the cultivation world. Although Ying Zhong, the island master, looks unreliable, he has actually reached the state of spiritual transformation just like Fu You.
Ying Zhong was particularly good at divination. He always kept a few tortoise shell divination orders hidden in his wide sleeves, like a mysterious and charlatan.
But he is indeed quite capable.
The boundary pillar can be repaired using Tai Sui's body, and Tai Sui will later appear in Jianxu Mountain. These are the results he told Fu You after divination.
Therefore, when Fu You had questions, the first thing he thought of was to ask Ying Zhong.
Upon hearing this, Ying Zhong raised his eyebrows slightly and raised his hand to touch the soft ball of flesh that looked like it was asleep.
Just as he stretched out his hand, the little thing that was always obedient in front of Fu You suddenly opened its mouth and bit him with a "click"!
With the previous experience as a lesson, Ying Zhong was well prepared this time. As if deliberately teasing the flesh ball, he used his spiritual power to probe the other party's body before even reaching out his hand.
The man's eyes moved slightly, and he put his hand in his sleeve and touched the turtle shell for a long time. Finally, he smiled.
"This is a natural spirit, heartless and emotionless, incapable of worldly worries." Ying Zhong said with a sigh, "Without a heart, it naturally cannot transform into a human form."
Fu You was still puzzled. Ying Zhong's gaze suddenly fell on him, and his narrow eyes seemed to be able to see straight into a person's heart.
Ying Zhong leaned over and pressed in front of Fu You, who was sitting upright. He lowered his eyelashes and said, "Fu You, if you want him to transform and help you accomplish something, you must first help him grow a heart."
"Heart?" Fu You frowned slightly.
The smile on Ying Zhong's lips suddenly deepened, but an unknown emotion welled up in his eyes. He placed his fingertips on Fu You's chest: "Having an ordinary heart alone is not enough. One must experience the bitterness of all seven emotions and cultivate a heart that is refined and refined."
Because he was blind, Fu You could not see the clear and explicit aggressive emotions in Ying Zhong's eyes.
He still had a cold expression on his face, tilted his head slightly in confusion, and let the man's hands wander over his body.
The lump of flesh on the shoulder was like a wolf cub whose property had been invaded, with its tentacles spread wide, as if to tear off Ying Zhong's hand and bite it.
Fu You thought the meat ball was going to lick him again, so he raised his hand and flicked it. The meat ball rolled down his shoulder and fell to the ground. It held its head with its little hands, feeling aggrieved, and looked up eagerly.
Seeing this, Ying Zhong laughed out loud, leaned his body on Fu You, stretched out his arms, and took him into his arms.
The man rested his chin on Fu You's shoulder, raised his eyes, and stopped laughing: "Fu You, you yourself don't even understand the seven emotions, how can you teach others?"
"Why not?" Fu You said calmly, "There is nothing in this world that I cannot accomplish."
Such arrogant words would seem ridiculous if spoken by others.
But the person who said this was Fu You.
The world's number one Snow Moon Sword Master - Yue Fuyou.
Ying Zhong watched his cold profile as he spoke, and felt his heartbeat grow stronger. He smiled with a pair of wicked eyes, but under the pretext of intimacy, he tightened his arms around Fu You's slender waist.
It was as if he wanted to rub the person into his own bones and blood.
While hugging his "friend", completely crossing the line, he was also greedily sniffing the cold and snowy fragrance on the other person.
Fu You just felt uncomfortable. It was less than an hour before the seventh day, and the close proximity of others made him tense all over.
But if he showed resistance, Ying Zhong would just brush it off with "It's like that between friends." Fu You had no other friends, and with his proud personality, he didn't want to show how different he was from normal people. He endured the discomfort and let Ying Zhong hold him and breathe.
Such a scene, in the eyes of the lump of flesh rolling on the ground, took on a completely different meaning.
In his opinion, it was because the beautiful master rejected his intimacy and instead got close to someone else. He felt even more aggrieved and couldn't help but look closely at the guy holding the beautiful master, trying to find out what strengths he had that would attract the master's favor.
The meatball looked at Ying Zhong again and again. He looked at Ying Zhong's broad shoulders, slender limbs, and the man's straight and unrestrained face, and couldn't help but think:
So, Master actually likes this?
Is it because I was born ugly that my master doesn’t like me?
When Routuan thought about this, he felt an emptiness in his stomach, as if something was missing.
Another half hour passed, approaching midnight. Seeing Ying Zhong still showing no sign of leaving, Fu You's expression grew colder. "Ying Zhong, I'm going to bed early today."
"Before the seventh day of every month, you always go to bed very early." Ying Zhong looked at him, his eyes seeming to draw him in. The man smiled, "You really don't need me to warm the bed?"
"Get lost." Fu You said concisely and flicked his sleeves.
Ying Zhong really rolled out.
The man was swept in the face by his cold spiritual power, and he somersaulted several times in the air like a swallow, and finally landed on the peach tree in the yard.
Ying Zhong bent his long legs and sat on a branch. He patted his sleeves and sighed, "Youyou, my dear, you have such a cruel heart."
Fu You was getting up to go back to his room, but when he heard him call him that, he stopped in his tracks.
In the yard, a cold wind suddenly blew, and spiritual power swirled and gathered the peach petals scattered on the ground, condensing them into several long swords, which suddenly stabbed at the man on the tree!
The coquettish Ying Daozhu was stabbed by the Peach Blossom Sword, turning him into a coquettish moth, dodging and squeaking in the peach tree. Fu You pretended not to hear and walked into the room with a normal expression.
——As soon as he entered the room, he casually made a ban and threw it at the door, then as if he could no longer bear it, he stumbled and fell into the bathtub that had been prepared long ago.
The water in the bucket was extremely cold, yet Fuyou's jade-like skin felt hot, his cheeks scorching. He frowned slightly, the cinnabar between his brows burning like a bead of blood. He simply tilted his head back and let himself sink into the bucket. His long, snow-white hair seemed to float in the clear water, like pearl-like silk, rippling with the waves, gathering and dispersing.
With a "crash" sound.
Fu You's clothes were completely soaked, half-transparent and clinging to his body, outlining his extremely slender figure.
The seventh day is approaching.
Outside, Ying Zhong's affected cries of pain faded. The flute's sound began to resonate, a melodious, mournful love song, brimming with spiritual clarity and clarity, reaching Fu You's ears.
Fu You felt the burning heat in his body, as if every drop of blood was on fire, subside a little. He bit his lip, his chest trembling slightly under the water, and a barely audible gasp escaped his throat.
The white bandage covering his eyes had long been removed, but he still kept his eyes closed - his eyelashes were like snow, wet and limp, sticking to the blood-red corners of his eyes, which actually made this beautiful swordsman, who was as cold as an immortal, look a little charming.
With the comfort of the music, Fu You finally had the strength to make a hand gesture to isolate his inner palace and seal off his spiritual energy.
Passion faded along with his senses. Fu You could no longer even hear the flute music outside the window, which was composed of spiritual energy.
My body felt heavy and everything was dark before my eyes.
Having lost the ability to perceive the outside world, Fu You's face showed a moment of fragile confusion. But the fragile expression disappeared after a breath, and he immediately adjusted his posture and groped his way to sit in the bathtub.
Fu You grabbed her completely wet long hair in her palm and put it in front of her chest, revealing a beautiful face that was still flushed and so beautiful that people dared not look directly at it.
Under the light, his long, snow-white eyelashes fluttered slightly with his breathing, and the cold spring water suppressed and calmed the slight heat in his body.
Due to the sealed spiritual energy, Fu You's perception was much duller than usual. Therefore, he had no idea that the window frame, which had been tightly closed, had been pushed open a crack!
Tiny tentacles reached in along the edge of the window, and finally, a ball of flesh rolled into the room!
The restrictions set up by Fu You can protect against monks, but they cannot protect against a piece of flesh that has no spiritual power at all.
Fu You, who hurried back to the house, forgot about the meat ball. He thought that his master had forgotten his new love because of his old love Ying Zhong, and he was full of grievances.
After finally crawling back to the room, I was in so much pain from the fall and felt even more wronged.
However, the familiar, pure, icy spiritual energy that enveloped the room was absent. The flesh ball was stunned for a moment, its eyes darting around, searching twice before locking onto the screen where the faint sound of water could be heard.
The flesh ball used several tentacles to climb over the mountains and climb over the edge of the tub. He finally smelled the scent of his master again, and he liked it very much. He blinked happily and looked into the tub.
When he saw this, he was stunned.
A man was sitting among the extremely cold water waves.
Routuan didn't know what words to use to describe the other person, but he just raised his eyes and the beauty's waist-length white hair like silk swayed in front of him.
Like a handful of fine snow about to sink into the water.
The pure white snow reflects the cold face of the beauty. She has beautiful bones and eyelashes as long as feathers. Everything is clean and simple, but the red at the corners of her eyes is so bright, and the cinnabar on her forehead is as red as blood.
The meat ball watched as a drop of water fell heavily on the other person's white, almost transparent eyelashes, pressing the eyelashes into a beautiful arc.
It also looks like a tear.
"Tick" falls.
The meat ball was stunned. After a long moment, he suddenly felt that the tear had fallen into the empty space in his stomach.
Tick.
In an instant, everything before him took on color. This ignorant lump of flesh suddenly longed to grow arms and legs. He wanted to be like the man before him, to embrace his master with all his might.
With all his tentacles, with every inch of his skin.
use……
A bright red heart that had just grown out of him and was beating in his belly.
——The heart grows because of desire.
Because of this heart, desire becomes stronger and stronger, like fire burning dry wood, and it cannot be stopped.
My heart was beating wildly in my stomach, and I fell into the bathtub in a daze.
With a "crash" sound.
Such a loud noise finally alarmed Fu You, whose senses were dull.
He immediately sat up straight, but before he could react to what was happening, he was grabbed by the waist by a guy who appeared out of nowhere and held tightly in his arms!
The man looked like a teenager, but his frame was extremely large, making his body even wider than Fu You's.
The space in the bathtub suddenly became extremely small.
Strong and powerful palms pressed down on Fu You's wrists, and the other arm went around Fu You's waist, forcing him to bend his body and rubbed into the boy's broad chest.
The spring water soaked their clothes, and their bodies pressed too tightly together, which felt extremely strange, as if they were naked facing each other.
Fu You, in his prime, couldn't withstand such an onslaught. His breathing grew heavier, his expression sullen to the extreme. He raised his hand and grasped the prepared talisman, ready to dispatch this madman who had appeared out of nowhere.
The madman suddenly licked his cheek in a flattering manner, and stammered in a low voice: "Master... Reverend..."
Fu You's long, snow-white eyelashes trembled, and the action of pinching the talisman stopped.
He frowned slightly, then used his hand to lift the boy's head, which was buried sticky on his shoulder, and carefully felt the contours of his facial features.
As soon as I touched it, I was stunned.
The young man under his command actually had a face like Ying Zhong!
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