In the past, Lu Xiaochan was ashamed to appear in front of Shu Wuxi in such a completely honest manner.
Because every time Shu Wuxi looked at him, Lu Xiaochan knew that he was not just looking at him, the limit of restraint was destruction.
But at this moment, Lu Xiaochan felt that the person in front of him would do everything to protect him. In order to be close to him, to be near him, even if it was just a moment like a dragonfly touching the water, Shu Wuxi could give up himself. This was true for Wuyijingtian and even for ten thousand years of cultivation.
So Lu Xiaochan hugged him as tightly as she could.
The two cats on the awning finally calmed down, but the boat was carried by the current and bumped against the shore.
The slight vibration was like a sword array falling from the sky onto Lu Xiaochan's body, tightening everything from her fingers to her heart.
Shu Wuxi lowered his head and kissed him intermittently but passionately, as if saying "Xiao Chan, don't be afraid."
At that moment, Lu Xiaochan's breathing and heartbeat were tied and pulled by the other party, just like drinking a big mouthful of "wine", revealing everything in her heart without concealment in front of the "mirror flower and water moon".
When Lu Xiaochan felt that he was really going to die in the kiss, he wanted to turn his face away, even to take a breath, Shu Wuxi would chase him and kiss him again impatiently.
This small boat was far more fragile than anything that had been destroyed in their previous battle of spiritual energy. It made a creaking sound in the spiritual energy released by Lu Xiaochan, as if it would fall apart at any time.
Shu Wuxi held Lu Xiaochan down, forcefully and resolutely, but with a pleading tone in his voice.
"Xiaochan, don't be afraid of me... don't hide from me... don't fight with me, this is our only home..."
Just one sentence made Lu Xiaochan feel soft-hearted.
At that moment, Lu Xiaochan understood that the feeling that Ling Yuan Zhenjun had when he was tightly hugged by the possessed Yang Cang was definitely not panic, but rather - it turns out that I am so important to this person.
It is so important that he cannot let go even if he loses himself.
The so-called "doing whatever you want" does not require having the whole world under your control. A small boat that is too small to accommodate others is enough.
As the morning light gradually turned into golden lines on the horizon, Shu Wuxi still held up his arms to block Lu Xiaochan's way, as if tomorrow did not exist.
The boat passed through another bridge hole, and Shu Wuxi used his spiritual energy to keep the boat inside.
In the dark space, regardless of day or night, Shu Wuxi kissed Lu Xiaochan, giving him all the warmth and coldness of tens of millions of years as if he were giving away his breath and life.
In a trance, Lu Xiaochan saw the drizzle in the spring sleep, waiting for the summer cicada.
Lu Xiaochan felt that she was really going to die.
It seems that their time and everything in the world are different.
When all things wither and flourish and revive over and over again for thousands of cycles, Lu Xiaochan is simply loved by Shu Wuxi with all his heart.
"Brother Wuxi... I like you... Don't be afraid, I really like you..."
Lu Xiaochan told him very seriously with tears in her eyes until she was kissed hard by him again.
When Shu Wuxi set the small boat free and let it leave from under the bridge hole, he could not tell how many days had passed.
Lu Xiaochan slept day and night, and vaguely knew that Shu Wuxi had wiped his forehead, blocked the sunlight for him so that he could sleep peacefully, and hugged him when he shivered to prevent him from catching a cold.
When Lu Xiaochan woke up, he found that the water town outside was replaced by a large field of duckweed.
"Huh? Where are we?"
Shu Wuxi told him that this was another town.
Lu Xiaochan rubbed her eyes and said, "Why do I feel a little hot?"
“It’s a bit hot in May.”
Lu Xiaochan was shocked by Shu Wuxi's answer. He grabbed the man by the collar and asked, "How long have you been in that bridge hole?"
Shu Wuxi just looked at Lu Xiaochan without answering.
"Ah! You've gone too far! Do you know that it can kill people?" Lu Xiaochan was so angry that the little hairs on her forehead stood up.
Shu Wuxi turned his head away with a faint smile on the corner of his lips.
"Xiao Chan, if we can really be together forever... if not this, what else would we do?"
Lu Xiaochan's heart skipped a beat. He always felt that his brother Wuxi had learned bad things.
The boat was swaying and drifting. Lu Xiaochan was lying on the side of the boat, with two strands of hair on his forehead floating in the air. He stretched out his hand and grabbed a large leaf floating on the water, wondering if it was edible.
Nonsense, of course it can’t be eaten—the name of this leaf is water lily!
Although it is unlikely, what if after I eat it, Brother Wuxi becomes fickle
Although his idea was ridiculous, Lu Xiaochan still pondered it very seriously, not realizing that he was the one who ate it. Why would Shu Wuxi be the one who was so fickle
He glanced sideways and quietly looked at Shu Wuxi who was sitting next to him.
He was still dressed the same as when he first came to Lushu Town to look for Lu Xiaochan, like a gentle and serious young scholar. His hair was tied up with a headband, revealing his forehead, which made him look so noble that people would not want to infringe on him.
The story of this sword master was spread everywhere, and some people even regarded the huge pit left by Wuyijingtian as the remains of the sword master Yangcangjun who ascended to become a god, and temples were built everywhere to worship him.
Just today as I walked down the river, I saw two of them.
Lu Xiaochan was very excited to go ashore to take a look, but Shu Wuxi looked uninterested.
Now, Lu Xiaochan was watching Shui Xingyanghua and daydreaming, while Shu Wuxi was peeling nuts attentively beside her, and when the kernels filled a teacup, he would pass them to Lu Xiaochan.
Snap, snap, it was the sound of nuts cracking, and Lu Xiaochan's mind was gradually attracted by Shu Wuxi's fingers.
He first squeezed the nut in the palm of his hand. The nutshell cracked, but the kernel remained intact every time. More importantly, no spiritual energy was used at all.
Then, he loosened his palm slightly, moved his wrist, and the nut shell fragments fell into the water. He pinched the nut kernel from his palm with two fingers and put it into the teacup.
The whole movement is natural and casual, yet with a hint of elegance.
Every time Lu Xiaochan felt that she was getting tired of looking at Shu Wuxi, she would find that she still loved looking at him.
"hungry?"
Shu Wuxi held the small teacup and placed it in front of Lu Xiaochan.
As soon as he raised his hand, Lu Xiaochan came closer, first rubbing the tip of her nose against Shu Wuxi's little finger, who stiffened for a moment, and then Lu Xiaochan's lips pressed against his palm. One kiss was not enough, and while Shu Wuxi didn't take his hand away, Lu Xiaochan kissed his wrist directly.
"Little Cicada—"
Shu Wuxi lowered his voice and his throat became a little hoarse.
Lu Xiaochan raised her eyes to look at him, and saw that his gaze was indeed gloomy. Even the sky was gloomy as well, as if it was finally going to rain after being sunny for so many days.
Shu Wuxi's breathing became faster. Lu Xiaochan liked to hear such sounds. He kissed Shu Wuxi's fingers, moved closer to him, felt him hugging him tightly, and fell backwards without any guard.
Something fell out of Shu Wuxian's sleeve. It was the Qiankun bag that Kunwu gave them.
"What else is in here?" Lu Xiaochan asked.
"There is nothing left except the golden mountain in Wuyijingtian."
Lu Xiaochan opened her eyes wide and pulled the Qiankun bag over.
"I would have cracked this ship if I had known! If you didn't think I had no money, why would I let you be so arrogant!"
"Little Cicada?"
"Don't get up! Who said that if we could stay like this forever, we would do something else!"
The author has something to say: Brother Wuxi feels very aggrieved. I didn’t know you cared so much about money!
I want to write a story about a little cicada who is turned into a puppy by Yehua Yuanzun and can only be raised by Brother Wuxi. Every day Brother Wuxi sucks the puppy, oh no, it sucks the little cicada, hahaha, will it be bad
And the modern version, there's no interesting identity setting? As for the young master and the housekeeper, I'm afraid Xiao Chan will be too arrogant and then die...