The villain can be teased but cannot be attacked

There is a small village in Simian Mountain, it is called Simian Village if nothing else.

The village is surrounded by mountains, one enters from the east, and another trail leads to the outside world from the west. After leaving the mountains and walking for a day or two, you will reach the boundary of Simple Valley.

Although the name of Simple Valley sounds simple and clear, it is firmly seated at the third place in the cultivation world by virtue of its own strength. The other three have their own areas of expertise, just like Simple Valley.

But they are somewhat different from others. If you say that the other three major sects have declined, it would be a pity at most, but if this simple valley disappears, ouch, it will really kill the cultivation world.

Injured, no cure.

If you lose, you lose your weapon.

It's time to cross the catastrophe, but there is no spiritual weapon and charm for body protection.

All in all, Simple Valley is the No. [-] supplier of Immortal Dao. As long as you want, there is nothing they can't forge, so it is also called "No. [-] Golden Valley" by the outside world.

Of course, if you want to go to Simple Valley, you really have to pass through Simian Village.

I heard that Simple Valley is going to hold a Spirit Treasure Conference in the near future, where some of the latest spiritual tools, spells, panacea and so on will be displayed. Everyone can bid at will, and the highest bidder wins.

To put it bluntly, it was an auction conference in disguise.

In the room on the second floor of the inn, Fu Zisu closed the window, and also isolated the noisy and chaotic sounds from the outside. He turned around and brought the herbal medicine that the waiter had just boiled to the bedside, and put it on the small table.

"The medicine is a little bit bitter, so you take it first, and I'll ask the waiter to bring some sweet candies up later."

Now Xue Xun's appearance is really not very good. There is a pillow behind him, half of his body is leaning against it, his face is pale and almost transparent, he wears loose clothes casually, and his protruding collarbone is thin and thin. The imprint of the phoenix flower is becoming more and more charming.

He moved his eyelids, opened his eyes and looked at him, then lowered his eyes to look at the steaming medicine bowl on the small table, picked it up and drank it in one gulp.

The bitter taste of medicine permeates the mouth, and the stomach is also full of nausea.

"...you are a lunatic."

Xue Xun never thought that one day there would suddenly be an inexplicable relationship between the two of them. If he said hate, he would hate, but if he didn't hate, he would feel more unwilling.

"We'll stay here for a few days now, and we'll go elsewhere when you recover from your injury." Saying this, Fu Zisu bent down to wipe off the medicine stains around his mouth.

Xue Xun looked at him, "What do you mean?"

"Literally." Fu Zisu said.

Xue Xun frowned, "Then what about your senior brother and sect? Do you plan to never go back for the rest of your life?"

To be honest, what Fu Zisu thinks in his heart, what he says on his lips, he feels a little foggy, he can't tell the truth from the fake, and he can't see the facts clearly, as if... as if he is the one who makes people laugh. The one at the mercy.

"I won't go back," he said in a very low tone, as cold as ever, "there are senior brothers and three elders in the division, it doesn't matter if I'm there or not."

But Xue Xun is different, if even he leaves...

"You are very big-hearted when you are with me," Xue Xun leaned back and sneered, "I will say the ugly things first, even if you save me now, even if you are with your master Senior brother broke up, I, Xue Xun, still won’t remember it in my heart, and I will never, ever!”

"it is good."

'Bang——' The medicine bowl on the table was smashed to pieces.

Xue Xun got up suddenly, grabbed his collar and brought him over, pressed his nose close together, gritted his teeth and said, "Fu Zisu, do you know what you are talking about and what you are doing!"

Fu Zisu lowered his eyes.

"know."

"You know what a fart!" Xue Xun really wanted to slap him to death. If it hadn't been for the accident in Ghouluya, the two of them would have parted ways by now, and he wouldn't be living so tremblingly now, without any dignity at all.

"...Let me tell you, when I recover from my injury, I still have to go back to the Demonic Way and become my Lord of the Demonic Cult. Nothing has changed, and there is no possibility of changing anything. Cough cough...cough cough..."

Perhaps it was because of the intense emotions, Xue Xun only felt that his chest was very heavy, and the coughing sound was shocking.

"...What about you?" Fu Zisu looked at him, and grabbed Xue Xun's wrist, which hurt him a lot.

Xue Xun was coughing badly at the moment, and wanted to pull out his hand to relieve the cough, but the strength was still strong, so he had to look up at him viciously.

Xue Xun was stunned.

In those eyes, there were too many emotions, pity, tenderness, and even fear.

"You always ask others to do something for you, but Axun, why can't you try to accept me too?"

Xue Xun turned his face away, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Fu Zisu leaned over and kissed Xue Xun lightly on the corner of his eyebrows. I don't know if it was because Fu Zisu was holding his wrist or something else, but Xue Xun didn't dodge.

Fu Zisu chuckled, "Look, you don't hate Axun either."

"That's because I didn't escape."

"I know," Fu Zisu said, "Axun likes duplicity the most."

Xue Xun said with a headache: "Fu Zisu, are you mentally ill?"

"Well, I got a disease called 'Xue Xun', and it's terminally ill, and there's no cure for it."

Xue Xun didn't know what emotions he should show at this moment, but just looked at him expressionlessly: "When did you become so thick-skinned?"

"Learned from Axun."

"..." Xue Xun felt an inexplicable irritability in his heart, and raised his hand, only to find that his wrist was still being held, and the anger that had just subsided rose up again, and he kicked him directly through the quilt, "release!"

"Not loose."

Another kick, "Go away, I'm so annoyed."

"Okay," the strength on the wrist increased, "You let me kiss you."

"!!!"

Xue Xun immediately became angry, "Kiss, kiss, kiss your uncle! Fu Zisu, you are more than thick-skinned now, you are so, so..."

His grandma has a leg!

Wasn't it just a fight on the cut deer cliff? Whether he was mentally ill or Fu Zisu was mentally ill, his skin was almost as thick as the thick cliff of the cut deer cliff.

Fu Zisu got closer again.

"Hey... let me give you a kiss..."

"No, there is no need to discuss it." Xue Xun struggled.

"Then give me a kiss."

"……roll!"

Xue Xun was struggling, but the strength on his wrist suddenly loosened. He was taken aback, and subconsciously looked towards Fu Zisu, but he could only see the back of Fu Zisu standing up and turning around.

"You have a good rest, I'll ask the store for some sweets."

"Hey……"

With a 'creak' sound, the door was opened and quickly closed tightly.

"..."

For some reason, Xue Xun suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of guilt in his heart, and soon he shook his head, throwing out this unrealistic idea.

Just kidding, just thinking about it is enough, dear?Kiss him a grandma!

However, I really want to kiss you when I was in the small bamboo house, um...

Xue Xun scolded irritably, rolled inside, threw the quilt over his head, and there was no movement at all.

When Fu Zisu came in, what he saw was a round ball on the bed, a huge glutinous rice dumpling.

His eyes moved, he closed the door slightly, put the tray in his hand on the table with light steps, and then walked over.

"A Xun?"

Pushed and pushed, nothing happened.

Fu Zisu called again.

But he saw that the ball on the bed just moved irritably, then wrapped the quilt tightly again, and there was no movement again.

Fu Zisu had no choice but to back away, sat down at the table, and then took out a few pages from his bosom.

This is what he tore out of that book.

When he passed the kitchen that day, he was only able to hear the words 'Xuantian Jiuyue' that his uncle said, and Xue Xun snatched the book later.

Xue Xun's character is arrogant and good-looking, but if it is ugly, he is lazy in his bones, and he is interested in things that are beneficial to him, and other things are superfluous.

Also, Xue Xun's recent series of abnormal actions.

There were only a few pictures drawn on the paper, and a few words of introduction. Although Fu Zisu understood it, he never went deep into it.

Forget it, let him ask his senior brother when he has time.

As for Xue Xun...

In just an instant, he buried all the emotions that had arisen in his eyes again.

In the middle of the night, Xue Xun was bored. As for why, probably only the big brother beside him knew.

'boom--'

"..."

Fu Zisu rubbed the center of his brows with some headaches, and immediately the cold touch of the ground woke up his confused consciousness. When he looked up, he saw Xue Xun staring at him with burning eyes and gnashing teeth.

"...Axun?"

It’s okay if he doesn’t talk, but Xue Xun immediately exploded when he spoke, “Fu Zisu, what are you doing on my bed in the middle of the night? Also, you still sleep with me under the same quilt?! You can’t even think about dying!”

Just say it if you want to die, he doesn't mind knowing him now.

"..." Fu Zisu felt aggrieved, "Just this one bed."

Xue Xun got angry, picked up the pillow and threw it on him.

"You are still wronged, you are still wronged by me, you cough...cough..."

Xue Xun clutched his chest, coughing non-stop.

Seeing this, Fu Zisu stopped sitting on the ground, and immediately poured a cup of tea over to his mouth, "Drink some."

Xue Xun didn't shirk, just took a sip from his hand, and the coolness went into his throat, and he felt better.

"...Fu Zisu, I really want to slap you to death!"

Fu Zisu put the teacup aside, smiled and squeezed the quilt that had fallen off to him, "You can't beat me now."

As soon as the words fell, Xue Xun's face turned cold instantly.

Fu Zisu was taken aback for a moment, and immediately realized that he had said something wrong, and said quickly, "Ah Xun, I..."

The quilt was lifted in front of him, and the whole person lay down again in an instant, shrinking into the innermost part without saying a word, but there was a big space outside.

Fu Zisu looked at him, sighed softly, had no choice but to get up and walk to the table, planning to simply make do for the night.