Ye Nu's face flushed red.
The roots of his ears were on fire.
Almost subconsciously, he wanted to touch his eyes.
Only the youth's words "I like your eyes very much" echoed in my mind.
This person... does this person know what he is talking about
"Ye Nu, are you willing to come with me?"
Hearing the young man's voice again, Ye Nu raised his head and was stunned for a while.
For the warm sunshine-like smile on the young man's face, and for the non-malicious gleam in his eyes.
He squirmed his chapped lips and was about to answer.
A sharp voice suddenly came from behind.
"Ye Nu? Ye Nu, come here quickly? Let me tell you some good news. Do you remember the elder Tu who came to my [Drunken Life Dreams] a few days ago? It was the elder of [Xun Fengmen] ten miles away. He specified that he wanted you Accompany me!"
"Everyone has said that I don't think you're ugly, as long as you can serve him well, he is willing to take you back to [Xunfengmen] and let you take the medicine that cleanses the tendons and cuts the marrow. It's a lucky time for you, boy! "
"Ye Slave, Ye Slave, where are you, little bastard? Why don't you respond quickly..."
The moment he heard this sharp voice, Ye Nu's heart that had just warmed up suddenly seemed to be poured with a basin of ice water, which was so cold to the bone.
The corner of his mouth curled into a self-deprecating smile.
He thought to himself: Ye Nu, what exactly were you thinking about just now
The person in front of him looked like a high-ranking immortal cultivator.
And my own is just a dirty ugly monster in the cheapest hook bar, who can be stepped on by anyone.
His eyes fell on the hand that the young man stretched out towards him.
Slender, fair, and well-proportioned, every inch is perfect like a work of art.
Look at my own hands that are full of mottled calluses, as if they still smell bad.
It seems to be sacrilege to touch a young man lightly.
The sound of hurried footsteps came from far to near, accompanied by flattering voices: "Elder Tu, don't worry, Ye Nu can follow you, it's a blessing he cultivated in his previous life, if he knows, it's too late to be happy You just have to wait in the front hall, how can I bother you to come and find it yourself?"
Ye Nu's face changed, and he pushed the young man in a flustered expression: "You get out of here."
The young man was stunned by the push.
Ye Nu couldn't help but glanced back, his expression became more anxious, but his tone of voice was still extremely rational and calm: "[Tu Biaobing], the elder of Xunfengmen, was sixty-seven years old at the time, and his cultivation was a high-level Nascent Soul. I like young and beautiful men by nature, and I especially take pleasure in torturing people. This news is well known within a radius of tens of miles. Have you never heard of it?"
The young man shook his head with an innocent face: "I don't live near here."
Seeing him calm and unhurried, Ye Nu was anxious, "Do you know what will happen to such a clean and good-looking little monk with low cultivation level if he falls into his hands?"
Mortals like myself were taken away by Tu Biaobing, and they were only tortured.
But those little monks who passed by fell into the hands of Tu Biaobing, not to mention being tortured, they were also used as a cauldron, sucked clean, and almost all of them died in the end.
The young man blinked and said with a smile, "Thank you for your compliment."
Only now did Ye Nu realize that when the young man laughed, he had dimples on his face.
The originally gentle and elegant noble son became childish in an instant.