Starry Sky Railway: The Fishing Sword Master is kept by Fu Xuan

The light above the head became brighter and brighter, gradually climbing to the peak of the day, and the pendulum in the room was still clicking tirelessly.

Yu Chen leaned against Fu Xuan gently, just touching her without pressing his body on her to affect her work, as if he just wanted to touch her and feel her presence.

Master Taibu was still working hard, fighting for the position of general that he didn't know when he would get.

As for the Sword Saint, he stared blankly at the sky outside the window with a look of dementia. The sky was clear and the weather seemed good today.

The teacup on the table was still steaming, and there was still some warmth.

A chirping sound suddenly sounded, and a few brave sparrows suddenly broke in and landed on the windowsill.

They stared at the Sword Saint, and their dull eyes and dull appearance were very similar to him at this moment.

Fu Xuan picked up the cup and glanced at him. She did not feel the uncomfortable feeling before, and breathed a sigh of relief.

She put her lips to her lips and took a sip. Her beautiful eyebrows frowned all of a sudden. It was still a little hot. People who usually drink tea may like this temperature, but her little mouth does not allow such hot things.

"Huh~"

The small breath brushed the surface of the tea, bringing waves.

Yu Chen's dazed eyes gradually became clear. He turned his head blankly and saw the little Fu Xuan blowing the tea.

The tender pink little mouth was pouting, which was particularly tempting, like a moist jelly, making people want to swallow it in one bite to taste how it tasted.

The motionless eyes on her face made Fu Xuan blush. She looked up and saw the eyes full of wisdom. She glared at him gently but lost some strength and became more gentle.

She looked at Yu Chen speechlessly and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"I'm thinking..."

Yu Chen suddenly shut up and didn't continue talking. Instead, he took action directly.

He suddenly stood up and leaned towards Fu Xuan. His body, which was more than one or two rounds bigger than hers, supported the two handles of the chair and leaned over.

The hot man's breath surged up. He raised one leg and pressed it between her legs, and his entire upper body moved forward.

Fu Xuan's heart beat faster unconsciously, the temperature of his warm cheeks gradually rose, and his pink eyes flashed with anxiety.

She silently held up the cup to cover her face, and asked in a panic: "What...what do you want to do? It's working time now!"

The power of her voice was slightly insufficient, and her tone was even more weak and weak, without any deterrent power.

Yu Chen did not speak, but slowly approached her. Fu Xuan's eyes trembled, looking at the gradually approaching face, silently closed his eyes and moved the cup down.

As if entangled for a moment, she bit her lips and whispered: "At least...at least let me put the cup down first, okay, if it spills later, it will be very hot..."

As if she was preparing to declare before doing something...

"Huh~"

At the same time as her voice, there was a blowing sound, and Yu Chen lowered his head and blew into the cup that she moved to her chest with a serious face.

Hearing Fu Xuan's words, he was stunned for a moment, and looked up at her in a daze, "What?"

Fu Xuan's face changed for a while. She opened her eyes and stared at the face close to her. She could clearly feel his breathing. His breath was like the amniotic fluid in her mother's belly that wrapped her up, warm and reassuring.

"Nothing... Don't you want to blow it? Blow it for me! Blow it hard!"

The voice became sharp and cold.

"Oh..."

Although I don't know why she seemed a little angry suddenly, the Sword Saint still pursed his lips and blew the tea obediently.

In short, it tastes good and can be drunk...

It was still the tea brewed with the same broken technique. Fu Xuan felt the slight bitterness in his mouth and looked at the guy who was looking at him with a smile.

The face full of expectation and full of praise for me really made people wonder whether he was a thousand years old or ten years old.

Although it's a bit against my will, but...

"It's still... some progress."

"Hehe... Of course, I'm awesome!"

Yu Chen laughed foolishly, looking very proud.

Fu Xuan looked at his idiotic appearance, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but slightly raised. She pushed the face away with some disdain, "Get out of the way, I have to continue working."

...

When everything was finished, it was almost noon.

.

Little Fu Xuan straightened up and stretched hard, her slender and petite figure was so tight that the clothes wrapped her up beautifully.

She had a slender waist, a flat belly, and a perky butt, but the bunny on her chest was a little regrettable.

Her long legs wrapped in white silk also straightened up, and her full and plump flesh was just right, making people want to have a kiss.

Yu Chen, who was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, heard her movement and immediately jumped up and turned to look.

"Can we go eat now?"

Fu Xuan looked at his impatient look and nodded speechlessly, "So if you are hungry, go eat first... Everyone goes to the cafeteria, and Xing Xuan said the food is pretty good.

If you want to go to Liuyun Pavilion, I will give you a token. When they see you, they will treat you as me. Why do you have to wait until now?"

"Because if I don't eat with you, the food tastes tasteless and bland... boring!"

Yu Chen said in a low voice with his face turned away.

Fu Xuan was slightly startled and threw him a charming and speechless look.

It would be a miracle if she believed this kind of nonsense.

What?

So, you saw that everything she ate before had no taste, right?

If you don't eat with her, you eat dirt, right?

Be careful that Yu Sheng, who worked hard to cook for you, will cry to death!

Humph, anyway, Master Taibu will not believe it!

Yu Chen blinked his eyes, looking at the slightly raised corners of his lips, secretly happy.

If she drinks a little more later, she shouldn't say anything, right?

Hehe, the Sword Saint is very smart, and the plan works!

…

"Master... Master, don't! Don't leave me!"

Jing Yuan suddenly sat up from the bed, his pale yellow eyes glowing with amazing brilliance, and the constantly flashing eyes and the inexplicably encouraged air flow around him made the room fall into an uneasy atmosphere.

He sat on the bed and gasped heavily, his heart contracted and beat violently, and the pictures of the past flashed in his mind, making him feel as if someone was holding his heart tightly, suffocating and painful.

"Master..."

Jing Yuan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, barely suppressing the panic and the sadness that was gradually spreading and making him crazy.

He frowned, scratched his messy hair, and felt a little pain in his head.

"It's a dream again..."

He muttered to himself, and then took a few sips of the teapot beside the bed.

He leaned against the head of the bed weakly, looking at the large framed photo in front of him and suddenly became stunned again.

There were three people standing in the photo. One had black hair like a waterfall, and his expression was pretending to be serious, but the look in his eyes clearly indicated that he was not a truly solemn person. This was Yu Chen; the other had long silver hair and was holding Yu Chen's arm and laughing happily. This was himself; the last person stood beside them indifferently. Her beautiful figure and icy face revealed a different kind of charm, but... the cold temperament emanating from inside to outside made it difficult for people to feel close to her.

But Jing Yuan was looking at the woman in a trance, his hand unconsciously climbed up and stroked her face, "Master..."

The dry and slightly hoarse voice contained a strong feeling of longing that was so strong that it was suffocating and amazing to the world. The sadness floated out from the depths of his heart, and finally turned into a long sigh and dissipated in the world.