[Comprehensive Master Chu Liuxiang Mobile Games] The Taoist priest is crossing

When Fang Siming saw the scene in the inn clearly, his beautiful snow-colored eyebrows were tightly knit together.

What's going on with these people!

Didn't know that was a small stove made for him by the little idiot!

Yan Qingping was a body behind him, and he moved closer to the side to see the culprits that made Fang Siming frown, and he couldn't help laughing.

Yan Qingping, who snatched his son back, was in a great mood: "Okay, Brother Siming, those are cold, I'll make them for you again. If you like, I'll make them for you every day."

Fang Siming, who was teased by him unconsciously, glared at him, let out a "hum", flicked his sleeves, and strode into the door.

Sweet talk all day long.

Do it every day?How can they still stay together every day?

Yan Qingping touched his nose innocently, lowered his head and said to his son who was holding his hand, "Is Junxuan hungry? What do you want to eat? Daddy will make it for you."

The little boy silently glanced at his adoptive father.

Not hungry, not hungry, eat the dog food you two are full along the way.

Ximen Junxuan was forcibly brought to the Demon Cult of the Western Regions by Jade Raksha before.The little guy was very precocious, and he calmly cooperated with all the demands of the "kidnapper" who called himself his grandfather.Therefore, when Yan Qingping and Fang Siming descended from the sky to find him, he was still reciting characters from the Western Regions...

so hard.

He had suspected before that Yu Luocha was really his grandfather.The majestic leader of the Demon Cult in the Western Regions kidnapped him as a little boy, fed him well, and even asked a teacher to teach him...

"You will be the young leader of the Demon Cult of the Western Regions from now on." The person in the smoke said so.

However, before he could confirm this guess, his adoptive father found him.I also brought a super good-looking uncle who I have never seen before.

"This is my... Well, best friend, you can just call him Uncle Fang." That's what his foster father told him.

Then he witnessed the "best friend" love all the way.

Is this what my best friend really is...

Ximen Junxuan sighed very maturely: "Daddy, I've already eaten, you should go coax Uncle Fang."

Yan Qingping touched his nose when there was a door, and walked in with the child.

On a four-corner table, Yu Luocha and Ximen Chuuxue sat facing each other, and Lu Xiaofeng sat on one side.Fang Siming stepped into the inn with big strides, raised his hand and pushed, an empty table was sent to the empty seat opposite Lu Xiaofeng, two small tables joined together to form a big one.

"Hey, Master Fang Shao." Yu Luocha supported his face with one hand, and turned his dark green pupils to Fang Siming, "Is it possible for my Rakshasa to fall into the eyes of Master Shao?"

As early as when Ximen Chuuxue invited him to fight, he knew that these two people must be looking for someone.Thinking about the process of fighting two years ago, he also guessed Fang Siming's confidence.

But what if they got the man back?

Compared with grandchildren, sons are more important.

If he reconciles with his son, will he be able to reduce the chance of abducting his grandson in the future?

Even if there is no reconciliation... Huh, if you can steal once, you can't steal the second and third times?Anyway, his identity as "grandfather" will definitely be confirmed. Isn't it easy to kidnap a child?

So he was here leisurely waiting for the two of them to come back.

"It's not as far as my Wansheng Pavilion." Fang Siming looked at the three newly added seats, and finally frowned and sat opposite Lu Xiaofeng.

"Hey, good grandson! Come to grandfather." Before he could quarrel with Fang Siming, Yu Luocha saw Ximen Junxuan who was dragged in by Yan Qingping.

Yan Qingping was fine, he immediately realized that this monster was his son's grandfather.Ximen Junxuan was solidly startled: Who is this?Wasn't my grandfather a cloud of fog?

Yan Qingping turned cold, squatted down, and whispered something to the little boy.The little boy opened his eyes wide, looking a little hesitant.

The people present here are all extremely skilled in martial arts, but Yan Qingping deliberately used sound transmission to isolate them from eavesdropping.

Ximen Junxuan could only be seen hesitantly looking at the expressionless Ximen Chuuxue and Yu Luocha with a bewitching smile, and finally nodded.

Under the watchful eyes of several adults, he approached their table in small steps, and then sat on the seat next to Ximen Chuuxue.

"Are you... are my father?" He opened a pair of phoenix eyes that were exactly the same as Ximen Chuuxue's, and looked at the sword god in white.

"...I am." Ximen Chuixue said.

Yan Qingping lightly evoked a smile.

That's great.

He glanced at Yu Luocha in disgust, then moved a stool, and sat beside Fang Siming.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at Yan Qingping who was sitting at the corner of the table with downcast eyebrows, Fang Siming who was expressionless, Yu Luocha who was trembling with laughter, and Ximen Chuuxue who looked calm but was already frozen.

It seems that Shura Field is destined to be provoked by him.

He put down the wine jar in his hand and cleared his throat.After noticing that all the bosses at the table were looking at him, he said with some embarrassment: "Then the question is, you are all the elders of Xiao Junxuan, who is Xiao Junxuan with?"

……

Five years later.

Lantern Festival.

Yan Qingping stood by the cauldron, gently scooped up a spoonful of glutinous rice balls that were as green as jasper, put them into a delicate small bowl, and then handed them to the young boy waiting at the side: "The last one, this is your Uncle Lu's. go."

"Okay." The handsome young man who had grown a lot taller smiled and took the last glutinous rice balls, and walked lightly to the dining room.

Time did not leave a trace on Yan Qingping's body, but instead carved out his already elegant temperament, even holding a spoon did not affect his immortal aura.

Yan Qingping, who was full of immortality, sighed, and took out the last serving of glutinous rice balls with a spoon - this glutinous rice balls were snow white, and each one was as crystal clear as mutton fat white jade.

He put the last serving of glutinous rice balls under a big bowl, turned around and went to the dining room.

The dining room was brightly lit, and there were a few hearty laughter from time to time.

At the round table, everyone should be there.

Ximen Junxuan, who has grown into a reliable boy, has the cold Ximen Chuuxue on the one hand, and the much gentler Sun Xiuqing on the other.Next to Ximen Chuixue is the Jade Rakshasa that is still young, next to it is Lu Xiaofeng, next to Lu Xiaofeng is Huamanlou, and next to Huamanlou is the empty seat that belongs to Yan Qingping.

In front of everyone, there is a bowl of glutinous rice balls.

The one in front of Yu Luocha is yellow, the one in front of Ximen Chuuxue is transparent, the one in front of Ximen Junxuan is pinched into the shape of a kitten's claw, the one in front of Sun Xiuqing is light red, and the one full of flowers is the most beautiful. have.

Lu Xiaofeng was wailing: "Why is mine green!"

"Some are not good to eat." Yan Qingping sat down.There was nothing in front of him.

"Little Junxuan, shouldn't it be time to come to Grandpa's side after the next year?" Yu Luocha asked with a smile.

"Don't worry, I haven't come to my house as a guest as promised." Hua Manlou, who was rarely at home for the Mid-Autumn Festival, said with a smile. His mother had wanted to see this child for a long time.

"No, I haven't been with my son for a long time as a mother." Sun Xiuqing raised her eyebrows, "Jun Xuan has been following Qingping's free clinic before, so he can't take care of me as a mother anymore."

Ximen Chuuxue didn't speak.

If his father hadn't dragged him here, he would still be living in Wanmei Villa.

Yan Qingping watched them fight for the child gently, being a quiet bystander.

He is leaving.

The system had told him about it before, and he explained to his friends that he had to leave for a while.

Probably just a few days ago.

Fortunately, before leaving, I can have a happy year and get together with these people.

The boy in the center of the Shura field is no longer the white dumpling he used to be, he has become a black belly dumpling.He didn't say where he was going, he just picked up a glutinous rice ball: "Oh, the glutinous rice balls made by my adoptive father, I want to taste it."

He bit off half of the cat's claw - black sesame.

Knowing that he didn't want to talk too much, everyone began to eat glutinous rice balls with peace of mind.

It's Mid-Autumn Festival, it's better to take it easy.

Yan Qingping sat for a while, then got up and said, "I'm going to clean up the kitchen."

No one kept him.

They all knew that Yan Qingping definitely wasn't there to clean the kitchen.

When he left, Ximen Junxuan sighed and muttered: "I don't know when Uncle Fang will become my adoptive mother."

Lu Xiaofeng almost choked to death on a glutinous rice ball when he heard the phrase "benevolent mother".

After leaving the restaurant, Yan Qingping walked into the darkness alone, with the full moon hanging in the sky, he took a deep breath of the cold air, quietly experiencing the loneliness at this moment.

……Um?

Yan Qingping suddenly turned his head and looked at the door leading to the courtyard from the restaurant.

Fang Siming was standing there quietly, half of his body was illuminated by the light in the room, his golden pupils shone like a meaningful painting.

Suddenly looking back, the person was there, dimly lit.

Yan Qingping looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"Brother Siming, let's go, I left you meat-filled glutinous rice balls."

A hand with well-articulated bones held a slender white hand, and two tall figures dragged their long backs under the moonlight.

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Blackening

"Now that you know what kind of person I am, do you want me as a 'friend'?" Under the moonlight, Fang Siming, with white hair and black robe, looked at the Taoist priest quietly, the brilliance in his golden pupils flickering.

The Taoist priest looked at him and thought, how could he not?You don't need anything else, but you can't.

But when he spoke—

"I don't have a friend like you who can't tell right from wrong, good from evil!"

No, that's not what I want to say!

I want to tell you that I have always believed in you!

I want to tell you, I don't care about General Xu, or the good and evil of Jianghu!

I want to tell you, don't be lost, don't be sad...

But he couldn't do it.

His choice has always been in the hands of the "god" who controls him.

Every move, every expression, every word...

"Oh, that's true." Fang Siming sneered, seemingly indifferent.But the Taoist priest clearly saw that the brilliance named "Hope" was extinguished in those beautiful golden pupils.

"In that case, please tell Chu Liuxiang that the first day of next month..."

"Or, will you be the next one to die?"

Fang Siming glanced at Dao Chang with dead eyes, then turned around, ready to leave.

Daoist wanted to reach out and grab him.

But an invisible force imprisoned his whole body.

Don't be sad, Fang Siming...

Break free, break free, break free!

A little more force, hold on for a while, and it will be fast!

I don't want...don't want to be with you again...

The rapid flow of internal force.The power that imprisoned him was broken little by little.

Finally, his fingers trembled, his eyes blinked, and he finally shouted——

"Fang Siming!"

The thin figure stopped.

"I……"

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"I... from now on, I will cut off all kindness and righteousness with you." The Taoist chief said slowly, word by word.

The black figure paused, and then left.

The Taoist priest was left standing there in a daze.

At some point, Chu Liuxiang was already standing beside him.

He raised his hand and patted the Taoist priest's shoulder lightly: "Don't be sad, little friend."

The Taoist priest gave him a forced smile, then lowered his head.

In the dark eyes, the red light flashed away.

Time flies, and the first day of junior high school will arrive soon.

Dao Chang and Chu Liuxiang went to the ruins of Mingyue Villa together, and met Xiao Shuhan, the head of Wudang.

"Little friend has been very silent these past few days, I wonder if it's okay?" Chu Liuxiang asked with concern.

"It's nothing. Don't worry, Xiangshuai." The Taoist priest paused, still expressionless on his face.

If memory is correct, the opportunity will be tonight.

Everything is so natural.

Zhu Wengui appeared, and left with Lin Qinghui, leaving Fang Siming behind.Fang Siming, who knew he had been abandoned, went up to him without hesitation, and was eventually subdued by them.

Just when Chu Liuxiang was about to ask Fang Siming something, Mr. Bat came out of nowhere and was about to snatch away the injured and weak Fang Siming——

"Where are you taking him?" A quiet voice suddenly sounded, and at the same time, there were five Wudang flying swords that blocked Yuan Suiyun's surroundings.

"Huh?" Yuan Suiyun couldn't see it, but his intuition told him that it wasn't Xiao Shuhan who shot.

Of course not Xiao Shuhan.

Is Taoist.

The handsome Taoist priest appeared opposite Yuan Suiyun at some point, standing there with a smile.

The majestic internal force firmly blocked every inch of Yuan Suiyun's aura.

Yuan Suiyun couldn't see it, but Chu Liuxiang, Xiao Shuhan, and Fang Siming, who was restrained, could clearly see——

The ink-colored Wudang internal energy that tightly entangled the man in black who claimed to be the Bat Master turned into blood red inch by inch.

And the master of internal force, the rookie in the world, the young hero praised by everyone, also broke free from the crown of his long black hair, and gradually faded away.

His eyes, which were covered in blood at some point, looked at Yuan Suiyun bently: "I said, where do you want to take him?"

Yuan Suiyun thought something was wrong.This internal force locked on him, for some reason, is no less than that of the head of Wudang, and it is full of murderous intent.

I can't get rid of it for a while, and Chu Liuxiang and Xiao Shuhan will come over soon. I'm afraid I won't be able to achieve my goal tonight.

Yuan Suiyun gritted his teeth secretly, threw Fang Siming forward, and at the same time jumped up, about to escape!

"Well!!"

Suddenly, four flying swords flew from nowhere, pierced through his limbs, and nailed him to the ground!

How can it be! !There are only five swords in the Wudang sword box, what happened to these four! ?

The Daoist firmly caught Fang Siming, turned his back to Yuan Suiyun who was screaming in pain, and didn't turn his head: "The bat boy is nothing more than that..."

He looked tenderly at Fang Siming who was frowning tightly in his arms, looked at Chu Liuxiang with complicated complexion and Xiao Shuhan who had no expression with blood red eyes, and finally disappeared in place without saying anything.

"Master Xiao..." Chu Liuxiang said in confusion.

Xiao Shuhan looked up at the blue sky.

"Blessed Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate."

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Daoist hugged Fang Siming, and suddenly appeared in his home.He jumped to the bedroom a few times, sealed Fang Siming's internal strength, and threw Fang Siming onto the bed.

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"You..." Fang Siming's exquisite white eyebrows were tightly frowned, and he looked at the strange Taoist priest in front of him.White hair like waterfalls, red eyes like blood, and a sickly smile on his handsome face, it is full of possessiveness and obsession.

"Fang Siming." Daoist smiled and gently stroked the half of his face that was not wearing a mask, "Finally, you are mine."

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Fang Siming didn't speak.

Daochang supported the bed with one hand, and pressed his whole body directly above Fang Siming.He looked at Fang Siming without blinking, his white hair was scattered, and he merged with Fang Siming, regardless of you and me.

"I've heard enough of your friends." His hand moved down slightly, delicate chin, swan-like neck, protruding collarbone... Then he let out a contented sigh.

"You're crazy." Fang Siming said coldly.

"Yeah, I'm crazy. I want to have you crazily, but I watch you leave again and again, and lose you again and again..."

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"Now, you are finally mine." The Taoist priest with white hair and red pupils was dressed in white, like a god fallen into the clouds.He lowered his head slightly, his thin lips resembled the long-coveted snow-white neck.

"What are you doing?" Fang Siming was controlled by him, and he couldn't struggle. He could only feel the Taoist priest buried his head on his neck, and the thin heat hit his collarbone.Something warm and damp touched his skin, making him uncomfortable.Then, hard teeth pressed against him.

"Well……"

The Taoist raised his upper body.

Above Fang Siming's white collarbone, there was a bloody tooth mark.

The Taoist priest smiled slightly, removing the blood from his lips.

"tasty."

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Fang Siming clasped the bed sheet tightly with his fingertips, and memories of training when he was young came to his mind.He was obviously used to it, but there was still an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

"Do you...do you like this face?" He turned his head to one side, not looking at the Taoist priest.

"Of course it's not for this face." The Taoist pinched his chin, forcing the face that was too beautiful on the man to turn to himself, "It's for you, Fang Siming."

【three……】

"Fang Siming, remember."

【two……】

"I never regarded you as a friend. I like you and love you, understand?"

【one……】

"Remember well, don't forget."

Daoist smiled, and lightly touched the red lips that were close at hand.

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Fang Siming suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He saw that the Taoist priest's body suddenly became blurred, and then just turned into nothingness.

As if it never existed.

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The author has something to say: ah... how poorly written

Just wait and see, don't give up

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