Every day the puppet is playing dead

Yuan Wuxin walked towards Chongyu very slowly. He looked at Chongyu with strange eyes, not like looking at a puppet who had been with him for many years, but at some strange species.

Chongyu knew he was wrong, so he knelt down on the spot obediently, without saying a word.

At the same time, he rejoiced in his heart, fortunately, his intuition was wrong, and he quickly came out of the secret room. If he was caught by Yuan Wuxin in the secret room, it would be a dead end.

Yuan Wuxin walked to the desk, he glanced at the mess on the desk, picked up the half-burned memorial on the desk, and asked:

"What have you done?"

Chong Yu shivered all over, then he lowered his head, pretending to be very wronged, and said:

"I want to help the master tidy up."

"Oh?"

Yuan Wuxin's voice could not hear happiness or anger,

"Is this the result of your arrangement?"

Chong Yu shrank her neck, a little guilty:

"I didn't know they fell over when touched."

This sentence is the truth.

In order to avoid Yuan Wuxin seeing any flaws, Chong Yu kept his head down all the time, but at this moment, he still felt that Yuan Wuxin standing in front of him was examining him from top to bottom with his eyes.

That gaze was like substance, and when it swept over Chong Yu's skin inch by inch, Chong Yu involuntarily tightened his body.

At the same time, Chongyu couldn't help feeling a little remorseful.

As a "puppet", his actions now are too lively and free.

Yuan Wuxin's unintentional connivance before gave Chongyu an illusion, thinking that Yuan Wuxin would completely tolerate everything about him, but he forgot that his former identity as "Chongyu" was still Yuan Wuxin's heart disease.

"Forget it, get up."

Yuan Wuxin was silent for a long time, he threw back the half-burned memorial in his hand, and asked Chongyu to stand up in a flat tone.

Chong Yu stood up tremblingly, he raised his head and looked at Yuan Wuxin.

After Yuan Wuxin glanced at Chong Yu, he turned around and began to tidy up the messy desk by himself.

He didn't seem to care about it at all.

It's just that the more Yuan Wuxin remained silent, the more flustered Chongyu became. Before Yuan Wuxin could continue to give orders, Chongyu hurriedly picked up the memorial on the ground and put it back on the table.

"Have you seen these memorials?"

Yuan Wuxin asked abruptly.

Apparently, Yuan Wuxin discovered that these memorials had obvious traces of having been read.

"I'm... a little curious."

Chongyu was in a very disturbed mood, he explained carefully, while avoiding the serious and taking the light of it,

"The master is always sitting here, looking at these things."

Hearing this, Yuan Wuxin smiled, he didn't know if he was amused by Chong Yu's words, or if he sensed Chong Yu's thoughts.

"never mind."

Yuan Wuxin let out a long sigh.

How long does it take to tidy a desk?

It doesn't take long.

After a while, after Yuan Wuxin put the memorial back in place, he turned around and handed the things he brought from outside to Chongyu:

"For you."

Chongyu was very surprised and flattered. He thought that when Yuan Wuxin left, he said "bring a gift" was just to "coax the children", but he didn't expect that Yuan Wuxin really brought him a "gift" ".

"Thank you...Master."

Chong Yu almost couldn't even speak clearly, he quickly took the gift, opened it, and found that the gift was a sword——

The sword body is simple, clean and neat, without any extra decorations.

Chong Yu touched the sword, feeling extremely surprised.

This sword, how should I put it, is very similar to his favorite sword in the game.

Compared with all kinds of magical weapons in the game, Chongyu's favorite feel is the most common white iron sword, which is often used as dog food to upgrade.

He didn't even hesitate to spend a lot of energy to upgrade the forging.

It's a pity that when he "died" in the end, because the sword was too "ordinary" and no one liked it, the sword disappeared.

Now, the sword that Yuan Wuxin gave him is exactly the same as the white iron sword from the outside, but after pulling the sword out of the scabbard, the cold light...

If it is still a game now, Chongyu will find that there will be several buffs popping up on this sword, which already belong to the level of ssr.

This is a sword that is completely dedicated to forging, which consumes energy and mind.

Chong Yu stroked the blade lightly, feeling the subtle tremors of the blade, as if it resonated with him, and couldn't help laughing immediately, revealing the dimples at the corners of his mouth, and even his eyes became more active, and he looked no longer dull and friendly. stiff.

"do you like it?"

Yuan Wuxin watched the puppet's every move calmly, and suddenly asked.

"like."

Chong Yu almost blurted out, and when he realized that he answered too happily, Chong Yu's body stiffened.

In the next second, Chong Yu slowly put the sword back into the scabbard, then knelt down to Yuan Wuxin:

"My subordinates are wrong."

"Humph."

Yuan Wuxin snorted coldly, pulled Chongyu up, and said impatiently,

"Aside from admitting your mistakes, what else can you do?"

Chong Yu grabbed the sword, muttered for a while, and said in a low voice:

"To share worries for the master?"

"Where did you learn all this? Sharing your worries? Just kidding, let's see how you made my bedroom look like?"

"...The subordinate knows his mistake."

"Humph."

The two stared at each other for a long time, and finally Yuan Wuxin felt that it was really stupid to do so. He rubbed his temples and said:

"I still need to finish reviewing the rest of the memorial, you..."

"The subordinate is here."

Chong Yu quickly continued the rest of the sentence.

Yuan Wuxin looked at Chongyu suspiciously, then he looked at Chongyu and said:

"Since you read the memorial, you must know how to read."

In an instant, Chong Yu's whole body tensed up.

He didn't know whether he should admit it or not.

If he is really a puppet who doesn't understand anything, then naturally he should be illiterate;

But he has already read the memorial.

After deliberating for a while, Chong Yu gritted his teeth, finally nodded and admitted:

"know."

"That's fine, go to the bookcase and read by yourself, don't bother me."

Yuan Wuxin waved his hand impatiently.

Chong Yu: "..."

Is he thinking too much?

The current appearance of Yuan Wuxin is very similar to the appearance of parents who have to work, so they leave their children aside and let them read picture books by themselves.

But since Yuan Wuxin gave him a step up, he would be an idiot if he couldn't go down a step.

Chongyu quickly said yes, then walked to the bookcase behind the desk, pretending to choose books, and opened them for reading.

Yuan Wuxin was sitting at the desk at this time, looking down at the memorial.

For a moment, in the study room, there were only the quiet breathing of the two people, and the sound of pages being turned.

Chongyu originally wanted to find one or two books about the common sense of the Three Realms from the bookcase, but Yuan Wuxin's series of actions before were so strange that he couldn't rest assured, so while flipping through the books, Chongyu adjusted his position. bits——

In the end, Chongyu held a book and stood behind the bookcase, peeping Yuan Wuxin's back through the gap of the bookcase with a secret gaze.

Yuan Wuxin was reviewing the memorial.

After a while, Yuan Wuxin's posture relaxed a lot. He sat on the spot and stretched his waist. Then his body changed, and two fluffy animal ears and a black tail appeared again.

Chong Yu:? !

He knew that Yuan Wuxin's animalistic features were still there!

Chong Yu covered her nose and mouth with a book, and took a deep breath quietly.

He really liked the beastly appearance of the opponent, and even had the illusion that Wuxin wasn't that scary, but after waking up, Chongyu became more and more frightened and confused.

Didn't you say that Yuan Wuxin was suspicious?

He really...doesn't want to ask something?

The more bland Yuan Wuxin was, the more disturbed Chongyu was.

He was restless all the time, even if he wanted to concentrate on reading the book, but as soon as Chongyu's eyes fell on the writing, there was a black fluffy tail dangling in front of his eyes, which made Chongyu upset.

Taking a deep breath, Chongyu raised his head again, secretly peeping at Yuan Wuxin, trying to detect a slight difference in Yuan Wuxin's movements.

"eleven."

Yuan Wuxin turned his back to Chong Yu, he didn't look back at Chong Yu at all, and knew that Chong Yu was peeping at him.

There is no other reason, but Chong Yu's eyes are so hot that it is difficult to ignore them.

The end of his tail was bent, and the tip of his tail pointed at Chongyu.

Being called by Yuan Wuxin's name suddenly, Chongyu couldn't help shivering.

If it wasn't for the fact that the puppet's body was already icy cold, his back would definitely be covered in cold sweat.

"Yes, it is."

Chong Yu bit the bullet and responded.

Yuan Wuxin didn't continue to ask any questions immediately, he tilted his body, tapped lightly on the desk with one hand, and the triangular ears on the top of his head trembled.

Under Chong Yu's terrified gaze, Yuan Wuxin gently wiped the table with his fingers, and then he sniffed.

The next second, Chongyu saw with his own eyes that the two ears on the top of Yuan Wuxin's head slowly fell back and turned into a pair of airplane ears. At the same time, the tail that he had been swaying comfortably suddenly froze in place. move.

Seeing this scene, Chong Yu's bloodless face suddenly turned pale.

Sure enough, Yuan Wuxin discovered his flaw.

Yuan Wuxin put down his hand, he turned his head and looked at Chongyu with a blank expression.

Seeing Yuan Wuxin looking back at him, Chong Yu was terrified, all the cells in his body, from his toes to his scalp, trembled as if electrified.

He guessed that Yuan Wuxin's sense of smell became more sensitive after becoming a beast, so he could smell the bloody smell he left on the table.

He found out.

He knows that I have regained my sanity, not just a puppet.

Chongyu yelled madly in his heart, his ears were rumbling, he was dizzy, and he could hardly hear any sound. With the only remaining rationality, he lowered his head in embarrassment, averted his eyes, put it on the book, and tried to pretend to be dead to avoid it.

And the more he did this, Chongyu could only see the pages of the book, but his hearing became more sensitive.

He heard the sound of a chair moving on the ground not far away, and then footsteps.

The footsteps were getting closer, until a black fluffy tail gently brushed Chongyu's arm.

Yuan Wuxin's voice sounded in Chong Yu's ear, and he asked:

"looking at what?"

Chong Yu:? !

Shouldn't you be asking this question?

His mind went blank, and all the words Chong Yu had thought up were completely useless in front of this unexpected question. He stammered back:

"Look, read a book."

His eyes fell on the black fluffy tail wrapped around his wrist, and his whole body was stiff.

After such a long time, until Chongyu's arms holding the book were numb, Yuan Wuxin took the next step.

He stretched out his hand, took out the book from Chongyu's hand, and asked:

"Yeah, what are you looking at?"

Chong Yu was taken aback. He wanted to reach out to take the book back, but just as he stretched out his hand, a black fluffy tail began to tap his wrist, repeatedly.

The slapping of the fluffy tail was naturally painless, but Chongyu felt that it was a silent warning.

After thinking about it, Chongyu honestly withdrew her hand and gave up the idea of ​​snatching the book back.

"Are you afraid of me?"

Yuan Wuxin asked slowly, her tone was still full of joy and anger.

The black tail slowly climbed up Chongyu's arm, and then gently wiped Chongyu's chin with the tip of the tail.

The force of the tail sweeping across the chin was very light, like a silent provocation, but Chong Yu subconsciously followed the force of the tail and was forced to raise his head;

Such a movement happened to meet Yuan Wuxin's gaze.

Yuan Wuxin's blood-red eyes reflected Chong Yu's current appearance, a little embarrassed.

"a little bit."

Chong Yu replied honestly.

Such an honest answer made Yuan Wuxin stunned for a moment. He chuckled, and the oppressive atmosphere around him suddenly dissipated. He also touched Chongyu's cheek quite gently, and the ears on the top of his head stood up again:

"Are you aware of fear at this time? Forget it, I think you are just talking, what should be done or what should be done."

This sentence seems to be vaguely warning something.

Chong Yu frowned, unwilling to think about it.

"Let me see what you are looking at."

Yuan Wuxin lowered his head leisurely and looked at the book he had snatched.

And looking at it this way, Yuan Wuxin's raised mouth quickly smoothed out, he narrowed his eyes subtly, then he held up the book, pointed at the portrait on it, and said with a sneer:

"I don't know that you are in the demon world, and you still care so much about the monks in the human world."

Why does this sound a bit sour?

Chongyu blinked, not understanding why Yuan Wuxin's face suddenly changed. He took a closer look and found that the book he was flipping through before turned out to be a book introducing various sects in the human world, and the portrait that Yuan Wuxin was pointing at— —

The portrait is of a priest.

The Taoist priest has a handsome appearance, with silver hair and shawls, and a little cinnabar on his forehead, but the most profound impact he left on people is his eyes.

Cold and cold, deep in the pupils is a bone-chilling chill, like frost that has not melted for a thousand years.

The moment he saw the portrait, Chong Yu recognized that the Daoist in the portrait was Yun Zixiao, the sword-wielding elder of Qingyun Sect, the largest sect in the human world.

The flower of Gaoling, the madman who practiced swords.

In the game, because Chongyu had a natural liking for Baimao, he once approached this Daoist Yun, thinking about improving his liking;

But Chong Yu never expected that the way for this Flower of Gaoling to increase her favorability was to practice swords.

After several years of sword practice with this Daoist Yun, Chongyu realized——

He is here to make friends, not to be a free sparring partner.

So Chong Yu left again without saying goodbye.

It is said that not long after he left, Yun Zixiao went to the world to travel, saying that he wanted to experience the world of mortals and find an old friend.

It's just that during that time, Chong Yu really didn't want to be a training partner anymore, so he kept avoiding Yun Zixiao deliberately, and kept avoiding Yun Zixiao until he "died". He never saw Yun Zixiao again.

Well.

It seemed a bit strange that he was in the demon world, and was still beside Yuan Wuxin, paying special attention to such a righteous leader.

Chong Yu blinked, and looked away from Yun Zixiao's portrait, trying to play dumb:

"I don't know who he is, but I just think he looks good, so I took a few more glances."

Yuan Wuxin was silent.

His face turned greener: "There are so many characters in this book, why do you have to look at him more?"

Chong Yu: "..."

He sneaked a peek at the top of Yuan Wuxin's head, and found that both ears on the top of Yuan Wuxin's head were frayed, and so was his tail, which was quite fat.

For a moment, Chong Yu felt speechless.

He can't tell Yuan Wuxin, because he likes white hair, right?As long as it is white hair, he will take a few more glances.

But Chongyu's silence caused Yuan Wuxin to misunderstand something. With a dark face, he tore the book in his hand into pieces:

"Look at something else."

After turning into a beast, Yuan Wuxin also had sharp claws. With almost no effort, he tore the thick pages of the book into pieces like snowflakes.

Looking at the scattered fragments, Chongyu thought for a while, and decided to express his sincerity and temporarily comfort Yuan Wuxin, because he didn't want to end up like these pages.

Thinking of this, Chong Yu plucked up his courage and said to Yuan Wuxin:

"No one can compare to the master, I like the master more."

This sentence is true, Chongyu doesn't think much about the white-haired priest now.

The white-haired Taoist brought him more painful memories as a training partner, and what was even more exasperating was that he couldn't beat the white-haired Taoist at all.

"Prefer... me?"

The puppet's sudden confession was beyond Yuan Wuxin's expectations, he repeated it, raised the corners of his mouth as if there was nothing, and the hair on the two ears on the top of his head gradually recovered.

Chong Yu lowered his eyes, and he glanced at the black tail that was rubbing against his leg. Judging from the accelerated frequency of the tail rubbing against him, the owner of the tail was not at peace.

"What do you know as a puppet?"

After a pause, Yuan Wuxin said,

"Don't rummage through my things in the future."

Yuan Wuxin said that he was kind and let Chongyu go.

Chong Yu: "..."

Quite strangely, he suddenly had the illusion that he just seemed to be unconsciously brushing a furious cat that was about to show its claws and attack.