Even if a fisherman enters an infinite game, he still has to cast a rod

In the past, Jiang Yuan didn't like people entering and leaving his residence at will, so not many people had entered the stone house, and they could be counted on one hand.

These people have either left forever or are old acquaintances.

What's more, even Luo Zhuying, who had the best relationship with him at the time, could only enter the stone house in an extremely urgent situation.

But even Brother Luo couldn't fully understand the layout of Jiang Yuan's house.

Then, what Yu Du is doing at this moment is very suspicious.

With his back to the warm light of the coal lamp, the young man's face was hidden in the cold shadows, mysterious and profound.

At this moment, Yu Du suddenly became a stranger, and the basin of water between the two of them suddenly turned into an abyss that was difficult to cross. If they were not careful, they would be crushed to pieces.

"Yu Du, who are you?"

The young man's figure was reflected in the clear amber eyes. Jiang Yuan had no expression on his face, as if it was just the simplest inquiry.

But it was this expression that showed that he was not joking at the moment, but really wanted to know the truth.

"Have I known you before?"

With his black hair hanging down, Yu Du didn't dare to look directly at his master. His eyes fell into the basin and he chose to remain silent.

Everyone has their own unspeakable past, and Jiang Yuan understands that, so he always thought that as long as Xiao Yuer had no ill will towards him, it was enough.

He expected nothing more from him.

But now it seems that I was too lax.

There are too many mysteries surrounding Yu Du, so many that they have reached the bottom line and cannot be ignored.

Seeing that the other party was still silent, Jiang Yuan had no choice but to be patient and said, "I'm waiting for an explanation."

The young man still chose to remain silent.

Jiang Yuan: "Why don't you tell me? Are you really a mermaid, and if you tell me your origins you will turn into foam and fly away? Or are you cursed by a witch, and if you tell the truth you will turn back into your original form?"

After hearing the excuse his master had prepared for him, Yu Du hesitated for a moment before saying, "...Okay."

Jiang Yuan folded his hands and snorted coldly: "You almost made me laugh."

Yu Du: "..."

Then there was another long silence. The Snow-haired Godson sat on a wooden chair waiting for an answer, wanting to know Yu Du's past identity.

But the servant just lowered his head and pursed his lips from beginning to end, with his eyes drooping. His three-dimensional and deep facial features were full of gloom, and he did not move at all, as if he had suddenly turned into a stone statue of a holy servant used as decoration in the church.

Time seemed to stand still, the atmosphere was oppressive and suffocating, and danger was brewing in silence, raising the stakes little by little, just waiting for an opportunity to explode.

At this moment----

"when---"

"when---"

"when-------"

At midnight, on top of the clock tower.

The rusty second hand pointed to twelve, and the hunchbacked ghost rang the huge bell.

Three loud noises echoed in the rainy night, deafening and signaling the beginning of a war---!

Jiang Yuan kicked the wooden basin under his feet with his toes, and water splashed everywhere, blurring his vision.

The next moment, the Son of God disappeared from the spot. Yu Du raised his hand to block the kick coming from the side. He inevitably took a few steps back to the window and only managed to steady himself by supporting himself on the window frame with his big hands.

Without leaving any room at all, Jiang Yuan took advantage of the situation and delivered another elbow strike, forcing Yu Du to face it head-on.

Several candles were extinguished by the strong wind, and black and white afterimages flickered in the narrow stone house. Hundreds of moves passed in the blink of an eye.

The two men are evenly matched and are well aware of each other's usual moves, but neither can break the other's moves.

The yellow light inside the stone house flickered, and the inverted cross in the gloomy cemetery swayed gently in the heavy rain, as if countless awakened dead souls were waving flags and shouting.

In the chaos, the tall wooden cabinet was blown down. Jiang Yuan tried to hold it up, but was caught by the young man beside him. He subconsciously reached out to subdue the owner, but the flaw was right on Jiang Yuan's spine. If he was hit, the consequences would be unpredictable. The young man withdrew his hand in time, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth under his snow-white hair.

Jiang Yuan said: "I've been fooled."

He turned around and kicked, his knee hitting Yu Du's firm abdomen without hesitation. The next moment, the cotton-white sheets flew up, and his tall body crashed into the bed. The small iron bed bore the unbearable weight of life, and was crushed to groan in pain.

“Crunch----!!!”

With his black hair spread out, his knees pressed against his arms, and his five fingers clasping his Adam's apple, Jiang Yuan looked down at Yu Du and clamped him tightly at the end of the bed. After struggling several times in vain, Yu Du had no choice but to look at his master resignedly.

The outcome has been decided.

The Son of God had a wicked smile on his face after his success. He stretched his free left hand behind him, pulled out the Sangeng, and swung it into a whip.

Jiang Yuan: "Since you don't want to say it, then I can only help you say it."

Qiu Ci had checked before and found that Yu Du was not a registered believer, so it stands to reason that the three-watch rule should still have an effect on him.

If you want to know the truth, just use Sangeng to order Yu Du to tell it.

Under the warm light, the tip of the black whip swept across the young man's cheek. The executive officer's body stiffened, his slender fingers clenched, his beautiful nose slightly opened, strong fear and instinctive expectation intertwined in his heart, and his breathing deepened a little under his chest.

Jiang Yuan opened his mouth, his hot breath gathered between his lips and teeth, but just when he was about to give the order!

This newly upgraded super artifact suddenly softened and turned into noodles.

? ? ? ? ?

Jiang Yuan was so shocked that his eyes widened: What happened to the third update? Are you going to give up in the first battle after the upgrade?!

Then the Son of God saw Yama Whip lazily shaking its body, raising its head and shaking it comfortably, then shaking its head to go on strike, refusing to serve its foolish master!

Because Jiang Yuan broke it last time, this broken whip holds a grudge against him.

How unreasonable! ! !

The upgrade also brought about my temper!

Jiang Yuan was suddenly betrayed by a weapon. Before he could even get angry, he felt his waist tighten. The world in front of his eyes suddenly spun around, black and white overlapped, and Jiang Yuan was turned over.

The situation reversed instantly.

"Crunch--Crunch--"

At three o'clock in the morning, his thin wrists were held tightly, his knees were pressed against his thighs, his leather boots were stepping on the clean sheets, and Jiang Shenzi was lying face up, and was turned upside down by the servant and pressed into the pillow.

The quilt was thrown on the ground, and the neat white sheets were wrinkled in the chaos. The white T-shirt, which had been burned shorter by the fire, rolled up in the struggle. The soft belly pressed against the hard uniform, which made Jiang Yuan's teeth itchy and want to bite someone.

But he couldn't bite it even if he stretched his neck, so he could only laugh slyly and talk back to the young man above his head.

"Why, Commander Yu, are you going to use force on me?"

Yu Du lowered his voice to a very low level and said sincerely, "I just want to stay with my master."

Jiang Yuan refused: "I can't keep someone with unknown origins around me."

The young man above was silent and unable to answer.

Jiang Yuan: "That's unquestionable."

The negotiations ended with the two sides once again reaching a stalemate.

The young man's throat was dry and hoarse, and he could only utter two words bitterly.

"......Feel sorry."

Jiang Yuan raised an eyebrow: "You don't look like you're apologizing."

Is there any person in this world who would press the person he is apologizing to on the bed sheets to apologize?

However, Yu Du just looked at his master, his whole body was backlit, his expression was so gloomy that even Jiang Yuan couldn't understand it. His black hair hung down like a cage, trapping Jiang Yuan on the pillow, making him unable to move.

The trapped Son of God felt something was wrong, cold sweat broke out on his back, and he swallowed quietly.

The current situation is very unfavorable to him. As a fisherman, he is pinned to the chopping board by the fish. Even if Yu Duxian suddenly loses his mind and kills him, cuts him into a hundred pieces and buries him in the cemetery to feed ghosts, he will be helpless.

Just when he thought the other party was going to do something out of line, Yu Du suddenly loosened his grip and let go of his master.

Only then was Jiang Yuan able to stand up.

Then, he saw the long-haired executive get out of bed, kneel on one knee, lift up his bare right foot with one hand, face the ground, and lightly touch Jiang Yuan's instep with his light-colored thin lips, giving him a pious kiss.

In the customs of some countries or religions, facing the ground and licking the dust on the other person's feet is a way of degrading oneself to show one's absolute loyalty to the master.

Yu Du was using this method to prove to his master that he could give up everything for him.

Dignity and even life.

This powerful executor humbled himself before his master and buried himself deep in the dust.

The place where the toes were kissed felt itchy, hot, and stained with a light rose-red. Jiang Yuan felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart.

And beneath the throbbing, a hint of displeasure emerged.

Yu Du didn't owe him anything, and he didn't make any excessive demands on Yu Du, so why should this man put himself in such a humble position?

As an object of faith, the Son of God felt an inexplicable anxiety and dissatisfaction in his heart. If it were anyone else, they would not even be qualified to get close to his toes.

But in his heart, Yu Du was always different from others and occupied a very special position, so special that he didn't like Yu Du to belittle him.

What am I upset about?

do not know.

Jiang Yuan frowned, unable to figure out the source of this inexplicable emotion, so he could only suppress it and pretended not to care, saying in a cold voice:

"Yu Du, do you think I will be so dizzy and forgive you like this?"

"..."

Yu Du was silent.

The answer to this question must be no.

His slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyelids drooped over his purple eyes. Yu Du knew clearly that a servant who violated his master's bottom line could not be kept.

Someone like him is not qualified to be a servant of the Son of God...

The young man clenched his lips and could no longer utter a single word. The sadness and grief in his eyes almost took shape and dripped out.

Jiang Yuan on the opposite side saw the young man's sadness, but he was determined not to say a word.

At this point, Yu Du could only get up and prepare to leave the hut.

But just as his knees left the ground, his peripheral vision suddenly flickered, and a foot covered in snow and looking pink brushed past his black hair and appeared before his eyes.

In the dim firelight, the white-haired man sat on the edge of the bed, lazily crossing his legs, his amber peach eyes gleaming with cunning gold.

The skin was like fresh snow, with round and tender toes with a hint of peach pink, lifting the chin of the disobedient servant and using his nails to ambiguously outline the young man's profile. Yu Du looked up, his deep purple eyes looking at his master in a daze, his pale face was stained with a faint blush, and his breathing became tight.

“It’s still a bit dirty here.”

The proud Son of God opened and closed his pink lips, looking down from above, signaling with his eyes at his feet, which were still covered with a few drops of water and dust, and gave orders to his servants in a playful manner.

"Lick it clean."