MTL - Xianzun is Collapsing Every Day-Chapter 20 melon eaters

Ye Tingjiang's body froze obviously. Because Mu Chuihan suddenly turned around, they were now in an extremely awkward position.

Mu Chuihan tried his best to lean into Ye Tingjiang's arms, but he was restrained by the hand held by Ye Tingjiang, and his right arm was strangely bent.

Ye Tingjiang was stunned, the last sword was not pierced, and it landed smoothly.

He quickly released Fu Yan's hand.

However, Mu Chuihan did not let go of his hand, and was still in a vacuous posture of surrounding Ye Tingjiang. The top of his head only reached the tip of Ye Tingjiang's nose. At this moment, he was so close that Ye Tingjiang could see the young man's face as long as he lowered his eyes.

The face, which was usually pale, was now blushing. Just now, dancing the sword over and over again consumed him too much energy, and there was still a thin sweat on his forehead.

He was still gasping for breath, as if unaware of the fact that they had landed.

Ye Tingjiang suddenly closed his eyes and said softly, "Fuyan, let go."

Only then did Mu Chuihan wake up, withdrew his unruly hand, and said quietly, "Xianjun, I'm sorry, I was too scared just now."

Ye Tingjiang asked, "Afraid of heights?"

After thinking about it, Mu Chuihan nodded and found a step for himself: "Yes, I have been afraid since I was a child."

It is by no means that he has any unreasonable thoughts about the icy and jade-like Ting Yun-jun! .

But he was afraid that Ye Tingjiang would use this excuse to play, and said that he was not suitable for sword cultivation, so he followed up and assured: "I will try my best to overcome it, I just wasn't ready."

Ye Tingjiang didn't speak, and seemed to have forgiven his offense.

At this moment, a complex, nine-curved cat meow filled the temporary silence.

Ye Tingjiang and Mu Chuihan turned their heads to look, only to see Xiaoyou hugging Feifei, a sword spirit and a cat maintaining a surprisingly uniform expression of horror.

Especially Fei Fei, now the whole cat is held upright, with its limbs stretched out in four directions, almost stretching herself into a cat strip.

He just used all his restraint before he could not speak.

Eight eyes looked at each other, the atmosphere was very awkward.

It was clear that Xiaoyou was the sword spirit who had accompanied Ye Tingjiang for a hundred years, but now he felt that there was an invisible line in front of the two of them, which directly separated him from the other side.

He witnessed the audience just now, and only felt that the subtle atmosphere between his master and this little disciple was not something he could integrate into.

Xiaoyou hugged the cat even tighter, and hesitantly said, "You guys continue, I didn't see anything."

As he said that, he covered his eyes with one hand.

Fei Fei also "meowed" twice without silver, hanging on Xiaoyou's hand like a salty cat.

Ye Tingjiang just left a sentence "Don't get me wrong", turned around and went back to the room.

Mu Chuihan said shyly, "Xiaoyou, don't say that, Jun Tingyun is just teaching me how to practice swords."

With his eyes open, Feifei tilted his head to look at his pet owner who opened his eyes and talked nonsense. There were two meows, three points of coldness, three points of ridicule, and four points of indifference.

Xiaoyou stretched out her hand and waved at him: "Needless to say, I understand. What do you want to do next, Mistress?"

The word "mistress" sounded a bit strange, but it really pleased Mu Chuhuihan. But he still said: "So Tingyun-jun will be unhappy, I don't know anything, and I can't practice swords well, how can I be worthy of him."

Xiaoyou showed a tacit smile, and looked like a young adult: "The master doesn't care about his family background. Like you, does it have something to do with what you know or not?"

Mu Chuihan really liked Xiaoyou so much, he couldn't help but step on his own sword spirit in his heart, why is Suixing not so sensible?

With a smile he couldn't hide, he said softly, "Then, don't say that in front of Jun Tingyun..."

"It's natural!" Xiaoyou patted her chest: "My master is just duplicitous, it will be fine after a while."

Mu Chuihan was satisfied, so he asked, "Why did you guys come back?"

Usually they disappeared all day long, which gave him a great opportunity to be alone with Ye Tingjiang.

Xiaoyou immediately understood what he meant, raised his hand and swore: "We just come back to get something, and we promise not to be here in the afternoon!"

Now, he suddenly understood the deep meaning of every step of Mu Chuihan. For example, if you want to live close by, it is not for him to play with the bandits, but for his master!

Xiaoyou petted the fluffy cat, and without thinking, threw the owner thousands of miles away.

In order for him to have more time to play with the little bandit, what if the owner sacrifices a little color to support the little bandit's owner, hee hee.

Mu Chuihan and Xiaoyou were both pregnant, but they hit it off and got along very well.

As it approached noon, Mu Chuihan was able to practice swordsmanship and then cook, and walked into the kitchen familiarly.

Not long ago, Ye Tingjiang also gave Xiaoyou a bag of sweet-scented osmanthus candy for him, and Mu Chuihan guessed that Xiaojianling should also like sweets.

So before he cooked for himself, he took some time to wrap the hawthorn in icing sugar, put it on a plate together, and hand it to Xiaoyou.

Xiaoyou smiled brightly. Usually he and Ye Tingjiang lived on the mountain without even stuttering, let alone such sweet snacks.

He couldn't wait to taste the sugar hawthorn, showing a happy expression. Seeing Feifei's staring eyes, he stuffed another one into its mouth.

Both the sword spirit and the cat narrowed their eyes happily.

After eating for a while, Xiaoyou looked up and saw Mu Chuihan, and he understood his request without a word. So holding the cat in one hand and the frosted hawthorn in the other, he disappeared on the other side of Yingxuefeng.

Mu Chuihan laughed, but Xiaoyou's temperament was very similar to his, but instead he was Suixing, and he looked very serious like Ye Tingjiang.

While cooking, he thought happily that this must be evidence that he and Ye Tingjiang were born together.

Mu Chuihan made two flavors as usual, and brought them to Ye Tingjiang's house.

This time there was still no restriction on the door, but the door was closed.

Although Mu Chuihan really wanted to break in to see Ye Tingjiang Lingyu again, but rationally told him to stop, so he politely knocked on the door.

The door creaked open automatically without the wind.

Seeing Ye Tingjiang sitting upright in neat clothes in the house, Mu Chuihan still felt a little regretful in his heart.

"Xianjun, do you want to have lunch together?" he asked with a smile.

"No, I said I've been fasted." Ye Tingjiang looked calm, and he didn't seem to be bothered by the matter in the morning, but he didn't accept Fuyan a little more because of the ambiguity that was obviously out of bounds.

Mu Chuihan said: "But last time Xianjun said it was delicious, I specially made it according to Xianjun's taste, you can try it..."

Ye Tingjiang got up: "No need."

He warned himself to stay away from teenagers.

Especially... I can't fully control my mood recently, and it will be bad if I miss and hurt him again.

Ye Tingjiang went to the quiet room and wanted to meditate and practice to calm down.

And he completely forgot that his action was to acquiesce to Fuyan to dine in his room.

If other disciples were there, how could the absurd thing that the owner of the house leave.

Fuyan responded to his name, like a wisp of smoke, which melted into Ye Tingjiang's life invisibly.

Mu Chuihan didn't have the self-consciousness that he was disturbing others and forced the owner of the house away. He ate slowly, and it was rare to be able to rely on Tingyun-Jun, so naturally the longer he ate, the better.

A long lunch was eaten for an hour. When Ye Tingjiang ran the exercises in the quiet room and came out again, Mu Chuihan was still slowly bringing vegetables to his mouth.

"Are you still eating?" Ye Tingjiang raised his eyebrows unconsciously, looking surprised.

Mu Chuihan swallowed a mouthful of rice: "Am I eating too slowly... But because I'm the Immortal Lord, it's a bit too much for me."

Ye Tingjiang said: "You don't have to eat it all."

"Then how can we do it!" Mu Chuihan opened his eyes wide, and turned to inferiority: "My mother and I used to eat and sleep in the open air, and I was reluctant to... Xianjun, isn't my style very poor?"

There is no flaw in this. Mu Chuihan had a good appetite, and over the past few days, Ye Tingjiang had been sending as much food as he could have eaten.

Ye Tingjiang was stunned, the young man's remarks brought back some of his long-lost past events, and his tone subconsciously softened: "No, you're fine, who said this is poor?"

Mu Chuihan said in a low voice, "Outer door, many people say that."

Although the speaker has been cleaned up by him, it is estimated that he does not want to see him for several months.

Ye Tingjiang said softly, "You don't have to care about other people's opinions."

Mu Chuihan nodded gratefully, and continued to immerse himself in the meals. Ye Tingjiang just sat on the side watching him quietly.

In Mu Chuihan's understanding, it was extremely immoral to eat alone and let others sit and watch. But this was completely self-inflicted by Ye Tingjiang, so he didn't feel any pressure and ate more deliciously with peace of mind.

Ye Tingjiang looked at it for a long time, and actually thought that the boy's cheeks were very cute. But he wakes up quickly and tells himself not to fantasize.

Fuyan's eating speed is getting slower and slower, it seems that he really can't eat anymore. In order to end this unbearable situation earlier, Ye Tingjiang went against his own words and picked up another pair of chopsticks.

Mu Chuihan didn't show it on his face, but he knew it in his heart. Sure enough, no one in the world can endure the pain of watching but not eating, even Ting Yunjun is no exception.

With the addition of Ye Tingjiang, the speed of food emptying has increased a lot.

Mu Chuihan also served Ye Tingjiang with vegetables again and again. As soon as he received Ye Tingjiang's refusal eyes, he explained pitifully: "Xianjun, the chopsticks are upside down, don't worry, they are not dirty."

Ye Tingjiang choked everything he was about to say, so he could only eat silently and finish it as soon as possible.

Mu Chuihan Zhiyi looked at him and realized the joy of feeding.

Did Ye Tingjiang feel the same way when he fed him before?

Mu Chuihan quickly denied himself, and stopped Yun-Jun's act of not being obsessed with everything. If he wanted to successfully abduct someone to bed, he was afraid that there was still a long way to go.

Just when he was thinking about it, a clear and sweet female voice came from a distance, and he heard a three-pointed smile without seeing her face: "Is Junior Brother Ye here?"

Mu Chuihan was shocked: "Xianjun and senior sister?"

He thought that Jun Tingyun didn't communicate much with all the brothers and sisters.

Ye Tingjiang didn't return him, and said to the door: "Senior Sister Mingzheng, please come in."

The female voice approached and smiled: "I finally found time to come here. Junior Brother Ye, the story of you plugging a little beauty into the outer door not long ago has spread all over the world. Could it be that the millennium iron tree has bloomed?"

After speaking, the female voice had come to the door and gently opened the door.

Mingzheng's playful smile froze on his face when he saw the two people in the room.

With a click, the big watermelon in her hand fell to the ground, and it was torn apart. It was really beautiful.