Quick Wear: The soft cannon fodder turns into a heartthrob and seduce

After returning from the South China Sea, Fu Yu deliberately avoided Mu Zhou and began to retreat again.

Perhaps because he was afraid that she would go looking for pearls again, Fu Yu sent her many elixirs and rare treasures before this retreat.

It seems like she can do whatever she wants and waste as much as she wants.

Mu Zhou didn't hang around in front of him, but was creating in his own yard.

In the past few days, Xun Mang came to her place frequently and chatted with her from time to time.

He finally accepted two disciples.

Mu Zhou had seen that both girls were very talented. What was more commendable was that they were also extremely hardworking. He thought they would have great fortunes in the future.

This made Xun Mang unable to help but show off:

"The elders once calculated my fortune and said I would be blessed with good fortune. Now it seems to be true. My eldest brother's apprentice was a troublesome one, keeping him busy all the time, and in the end, he ended up with such a result..."

Mu Zhou also thought of Shen Ying'er.

Her appearance and physical condition had aged visibly. When I saw her the day before yesterday, she had become an old woman with white hair and a hunched back.

Unwilling to die just like that, she ventured into the back mountains, hoping to use the demonic energy from the demons suppressed there to become a demon.

Now, she would rather become a demon cultivator than be an ordinary person and experience birth, old age, sickness and death.

Unfortunately, she was no longer the same person she was before. As soon as she approached the suppressing object, she was instantly swallowed up. Not even a trace of her soul was left, and she had no afterlife.

Of course, the reason why she was obsessed with going to the back mountain was also because of Mu Zhou's instigation.

So Mu Zhou didn't have any extra emotions about her death.

I only heard Xun Mang continue to brag:

"Master, too. Although accepting me and my eldest brother as his disciples has made him worry-free, he still has Junior Sister to worry about, and she consumes all his thoughts. Unlike me, I have it easy. Both of my disciples are..."

He was about to burst out laughing, but when he turned around and saw Mu Zhou's sinister gaze, his voice stopped abruptly.

After realizing what he said, he smiled awkwardly:

"Brother, what you mean is that with Junior Sister here, even a high and mighty figure like Master, who is like a banished immortal, can be tainted with a touch of earthly energy. This is an immeasurable merit."

Mu Zhou raised his eyebrows and looked at him:

"Second Brother, are you blaming me for bringing Master down from the altar?"

"No, no, no, Brother, that's definitely not what I meant."

He just felt that his master was always cold and lifeless, like a god in heaven, free from worries and disillusioned with the world.

But later on, he made exceptions for his junior sister again and again, and began to act like an ordinary person, getting angry and helpless.

Xun Mang explained a few words, but found that the more he explained, the more confused he became, so he hurriedly said goodbye.

Mu Zhou looked at his fleeing back and snorted.

Is this pulling him down from the altar?

Once she actually got her hands on the Fu Yu, it would be too late for him to be surprised.

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Mu Zhou arrived at the back of Dishan Palace.

There is a thousand-year-old cold pond here.

If you encounter interference when breaking through your cultivation, this freezing cold pool of water can calm you down. It is most suitable for those with unstable minds.

In the past, Fu Yu had never been here.

Since he embarked on the path of cultivation, he has not encountered anything that can disturb his spiritual heart.

No matter he was making breakthroughs or being disturbed by evil spirits, he could overcome them with his amazing willpower, and no one could cause any ripples in his calm heart.

But now everything is messed up.

Now, he can only rely on the Millennium Cold Pond to try to calm himself down.

However, at this moment, he heard the voice of the person who made him lose his mind.

"Master?"

Mu Zhou's cautious voice sounded behind him.

Light footsteps approached slowly.

It was so soft, but he could hear it clearly.

His back tensed instantly.

Mu Zhou had come behind him, her eyes fixed on him.

At this time, Fu Yu was sitting in the cold pond in white clothes. Under the moonlight, the silver waves covered his chest and wet his black hair.

The exposed fair skin of the neck is like white porcelain, complementing the moonlight.

He still had his eyes closed, but it couldn't hide his handsome face.

Mu Zhou slowly squatted down, the sound of her breathing almost falling on the back of his neck. She easily noticed the sudden rise and fall of Fu Yu's chest.

She pretended not to see it and spoke with concern:

"Why is Master in the cold pond, but has he encountered something he cannot overcome?"

Fu Yu didn't say anything, but his trembling eyelashes betrayed him.

At this moment, he was not as calm as he seemed.

Mu Zhou didn't care that he didn't answer, and continued to speak: "Disciple has also encountered a problem, Master, can you help me solve it?"

She was getting closer and closer, and Fu Yu felt that if he moved a little, he would be able to touch her.

He was frozen in place, not daring to move.

After a moment, he spoke in a hoarse voice: "What's the matter?"

What answered him was not Mu Zhou's voice, but the sound of splashing water.

A few drops of cold water splashed on his face, making him nervous instantly.

Even with his eyes closed, he knew that Mu Zhou had entered the cold pond and was right in front of him.

He didn't even dare to open his eyes.

The wet vapor was getting closer and closer, suffocating his breath.

The next moment, a soft touch touched the corner of his lips, and water-stained hands climbed onto his shoulders.

With a bang, it felt like something in my mind was completely severed.

The heart of Taoism that had been sealed for hundreds of years was completely messed up.

Even the cold water in the pond could not quench the heat in his heart.

At this moment, I can't think about anything else.

Cultivation, becoming an immortal, seeking the truth, all the things that had been pursued in the past few hundred years, disappeared in this instant.

He just wants to have the person in front of him.

The moist touch gradually moved and covered his lips completely, and he could no longer ignore it.

The moment he opened his eyes, the person in front of him stepped back a few inches, staring at him blankly with wet eyes.

Innocent, bewildered, yet breathtakingly beautiful.

Perhaps because the cold pond was too cold, her body trembled slightly, and even her voice trembled:

"Master..."

Fu Yu closed his eyes.

He knew that the secret thoughts in his heart had been completely exposed.

It wasn't Mu Zhou who was tempting him, but he couldn't control the desire that had been building up for a long time.

When he opened his eyes again, the struggle in his eyes had completely disappeared.

There was a dark ups and downs in his eyes, and he pulled the person into his arms roughly.

There was no distance between them anymore.

The contact of skin through the cold pond water made the person in his arms feel the heat, and he couldn't help but climb up.

As if acting coquettishly, she tilted her head slightly, her lips parted: "Master, it's so cold."

The red marks on the tip of her nose and the corners of her eyes seemed to confirm her statement.

Fu Yu's throat tightened, he lowered his head and continued the light kiss.

The moment he touched her, his calm exterior completely vanished.

He absorbed it madly and kissed it vigorously, but the more he did so, the drier his throat became, as if he was never satisfied.

Her hand was on his back, and her fingertips, slightly stained with water, slowly soaked his half-dry clothes.

More and more coldness and heat intertwined, completely drowning him.

Fu Yu thought that he could never go back.