Luo Yuqing suddenly said, "This is Fellow Daoist's disciple?"
Ye Yunlan closed his eyes for a moment. Then he said, "Yes. He is my disciple … Shen Shu. "
Luo Yuqing praised, "Fellow Daoist's disciple was able to stand out among thousands of cultivators and be the first to reach Floating Cloud Peak in less than ten days. Unprecedented in history? Never to be seen again? He is a genius that is hard to come by in a thousand years. Fellow Daoist having such a good disciple really makes Yuqing envious. "
Ye Yunlan said, "Fellow Daoist is too kind."
Luo Yuqing smiled and said, "Reaching the top of the Heavenly Stairs is a happy event. We should celebrate. Bastard, why don't we … "
She hadn't finished speaking, but Shen Shu had already left? Close? Come? She held his hand and put that? The blood-stained branch into his hand and whispered in his ear, "Master, you? You said you would give me flowers, but in the end, you let Shan Ling give it to me. This doesn't count. "
Was he too sensitive? He felt that the other person's voice seemed to be similar? Different from before, the voice was low and carried a dangerous and unpredictable meaning. Then? Person? It was actually seventy to eighty percent similar.
Ye Yunlan's body stiffened. Heart? His thoughts were a little confused? He couldn't distinguish the person whispering in his ear? Who exactly was it? He said hoarsely, "You? What do you want to count? "
Shen Shu glanced at him. Luo Yuqing, who was at the side, chuckled and said, "Master, hug me … and it will count."
Ye Yunlan was slightly startled.
This request … Many years ago, when Shen Shu broke into Yuntian Palace to see him, did he mention it to him? Pass?
But then? Was Shen Shu too little at that time? At that time, a hug was nothing. But now, he had grown into a tall and handsome young man. On Floating Cloud Peak, under everyone's gaze, again? What? Propriety.
He turned his head and said, "Should I pick another flower for you? Fine. "
Palm? But suddenly, Shen Shu held it tightly.
The young man stretched out his long arm, held his shoulder, and pressed him into his embrace.
Scorching body temperature and? Strong heart? Jumping and passing? Coming? With sweat and sweat? The smell of dust.
Ye Yunlan instinctively wanted to break free from him, but she heard Shen Shu say hoarsely, "Shizun, you? I don't know. The Mountain Spirit told me about you. How worried was your disciple when he was injured? "
What's by my ear? The word "disciple" startled him.
He was silent for a while. In the end, he decided to let go of his worries temporarily. He put down his doubts and said, "My injuries are no longer a problem. You don't have to worry."
Shen Shu: "I know that Shizun's injuries have healed, so …? Only then would he have the leisure to do so? Find another female cultivator to be his disciple, Master's wife. "
Ye Yunlan said, "What Mistress? Don't talk nonsense —" He realized that Luo Yuqing was still watching from the side. His eyebrows rose on his pale face. A trace of red appeared on his face. "Nonsense."
"Since she's not Shizun," Shen Shu lowered his voice, "Shizun should compensate me. It must be known that this disciple had climbed the Ascension Stairs with such great difficulty, but only saw Master and? A female cultivator that his disciple didn't know turned around and left? Far … "
Ye Yunlan pursed her lips.
Did he mistake Shen Shu for that person? Person? Subconsciously? He wanted to avoid it, but this was indeed a bit unfair to Shen Shu, who had just climbed the Ascension Stairs.
However, he couldn't say this reason out loud. So? He said in a hoarse voice, "You? How do you want to compensate me? "
He forgot to struggle as he spoke, but he was still in Shen Shu's arms. The other party held him with one arm? Extremely tight, and the other hand was? He clasped his hands.
The short thorns on the Longevity Flower's branches sank into his palm? It was just that the sharp thorns of the flower seemed to be often touched by people recently? Holding it, it was already? Smoothed and rounded, just a little? It hurt his hand. He thought of the reason? Heart? The sharp thorns on his head seemed to have been softened. So? He sighed softly and didn't push the other party away.
Shen Shu whispered in his ear, "I want to eat the apricot cake that Shizun bought for me."
Then? His voice was low and seductive? But? It sounded a little coquettish. Was it enough? Could he hear? People? His whole body went numb.
The vendor selling apricot cake was in the small town at the foot of the mountain. Would it cost a lot this time? Time.
And the top ten people on the Ascension Stairs? Would they still need to have the final competition on the Floating Clouds Summit? Would they only be able to open the Mountain Spirit's treasure and obtain the ranking in the martial arts competition? Rewards. But Shen Shu climbed too fast. What about the people behind him? It would take a few days to catch up. There was no harm in going down the mountain now.
… But, why? It was apricot cake.
Some? Once doubts arose, it was easy? It was hard to stop. He closed his eyes again. In the end, he said, "Okay." Shen Shu again? Hugging him for a moment, he reluctantly let him go.
He turned his head and saw Luo Yuqing's beautiful face next to him.
She didn't feel anything strange and still looked at him boldly and enthusiastically. She smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist and your disciple have a deep friendship. I envy you. "
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