I'm sure to get the luck of my fairy wife

Perhaps it was because of the fairy wine that she felt inexplicably melancholy tonight.

"Back then you were just a child who couldn't even hold a sword, but now you have become a great man, with eternal fame and respected by the world... You even have several Taoist companions."

Xiao Wuyou, who was happily listening to the praise from his junior master, couldn't help but tremble at the corner of his mouth.

Bei Ming Long Yue noticed his disciple's embarrassment with his peripheral vision, and then said softly: "It's okay, this is also good."

No matter how good a disciple is, there will come a time when he has to leave. Bei Ming Long Yue had long thought that one day Xiao Wu You would surpass him and leave him.

However, she thought she had already prepared herself and could face it calmly, but she didn't expect that when the moment really came, her heart would feel so empty and cold.

The forging of the Wuyou Sword is the best example. The day when Xiao Wuyou departs for his apprenticeship is not far away.

No, today we are here to celebrate for Xiao Wuyou, so we should be happy before we say it.

The young master took another sip, using the flowing fragrance to suppress the loneliness in his heart.

At this time, Xiao Wuyou whispered: "I will always be the disciple of Little Master."

He then raised his glass in a toast and took a sip as well.

Bei Ming Long Yue's loneliness was slightly diluted, and the corners of his mouth softened.

"Even if you have so many companions?"

Xiao Wuyou's expression froze: "Well, a Taoist companion is a Taoist companion, and a master is a master, they cannot be compared."

The effect of the immortal wine was taking effect, and Xiao Wuyou felt a tingling sensation in his head and a beating in his chest, but his mind was not as flexible as before.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but my little master seems to be different tonight than usual.

Of course, the other person's expression is always calm.

But her originally fairy-like silver hair now looked a little disheveled, and her waist, which was always as straight as a willow, leaned forward slightly and was shaking a little.

Whenever she leaned forward, the thin lining fell down, revealing a glimpse of her snowy skin.

Xiao Wuyou engraved that scene in his heart and then looked away guiltily.

He could no longer simply regard the other party as his master.

"Actually..." Xiao Wuyou paused slightly.

"There is no conflict between a Taoist companion and a master."

The air fell silent.

It was just a few seconds, but it felt like centuries.

"I'm sorry." Bei Ming Long Yue quietly lowered his head and used all his strength to squeeze out a mosquito-like hum of guilt.

In fact, she knew it, not because of this question, nor because of the kiss in Wangyue Pavilion. A long, long time ago, although she had never thought about it at that time, let alone understood what love was, she noticed the emotions hidden in Xiao Wuyou's eyes.

only.......

Bei Ming Long Yue closed his eyes.

Xiao Wuyou, you must have been deeply hurt by yourself.

But precisely to protect him, I couldn't tell him the reason.

Bei Ming Long Yue did not regret her decision. However, at this moment, Bei Ming Long Yue did not dare to look at him.

Whether he was throwing the cup in anger or sighing in dejection, even if it was to protect him, Bei Ming Long Yue could not face the fact that he had hurt Xiao Wuyou.

However, unexpectedly, a laugh rang out in the evening breeze.

"I see."

Bei Ming Long Yue opened her eyes in surprise, but saw that Xiao Wu You's face was not depressed at all, and he was as warm as usual.

But it was this warmth that made her even more heartbroken.

"Why?"

"Firstly, the young master must have his own reasons. Secondly..." Xiao Wuyou smiled happily: "In fact, I already knew the answer."

Bei Ming Long Yue's heart trembled violently, and the indifference on his face finally disappeared.

She covered her face with one hand, unable to pretend to be calm any longer, and her voice was tinged with sadness.

"I don't deserve it."

"Whether it was ten thousand years ago or in this life, I have failed you... I am not worthy of you at all..."

The young master must be drunk.

Xiao Wuyou had never seen the other party lose his composure like this before. He was no longer as immortal as before, but so fragile that he seemed like he would disappear with the wind in the next second.

If it were normal, he would definitely hug her and take care of her until she fell asleep peacefully.

But he was also drunk.

Seeing the delicate appearance of the young master, the emotions that were usually suppressed erupted like an uncontrollable volcano.

"Since you have failed me, why don't you make amends now?"

Bei Ming Long Yue raised his head slightly, and felt that the disciple's eyes were more blazing than ever before.

She felt like she was being burned, and once again avoided the other person's sight, humming: "But, we can't..."

"Why not?"

He interrupted the young master again.

If it were normal, I would definitely be stomped on and beaten by the other party with a cold face.

But tonight is different.

Tonight the wind is roaring and the moonlight is hazy. The young master has become so pitiful because of being drunk, and Xiao Wuyou's heart is also deeply moved.

Xiao Wuyou stood up directly and pressed towards the young master.

The usually aloof swordsman now became a panicked little rabbit, dodging backwards at a loss, but in a few seconds he was forced to the edge of the balcony with no way to retreat.

Xiao Wuyou leaned against the guardrail and looked down at the little moon rabbit in front of him: "Why not? Tell me."

"Because..."

"Master-disciple relationship? I don't mind. Does the young master mind?"

The young master opened his mouth blankly, unable to answer.

Xiao Wuyou couldn't help but smile, no longer as gentle as usual, but with a hint of disrespectful teasing, and then he pressed his hand on the delicate shoulder.

"Those are just excuses."

"No, don't...!"

Under the noisy evening breeze, Xiao Wuyou leaned down and did not give the other party any chance to refuse.

The tingling intoxication and the passionate love were all indulged with this kiss.

The silver-haired fairy grasped the corner of Xiao Wuyou's clothes tightly, and her little feet in white socks trembled slightly, but although she said no, she did not push away the kiss after all.

Xiao Wuyou knew that she could refuse, but she would never do that.

But at this moment, Xiao Wuyou felt his face wet, and then he realized that it was the girl's tears.

The courage and restlessness brought about by drunkenness were extinguished in an instant, and Xiao Wuyou was so scared that he quickly separated from him.

"It's all your fault..." The young master's expression seemed to be frozen without any fluctuation, but the crystal tears kept falling.

"I'm sorry! I..."

Before Xiao Wuyou could finish his apology, the young master suddenly grabbed his collar and pulled him over.

Under the bright moon, their lips overlapped again.

Chapter 29: Master and Disciple Under the Moon

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After the kiss ended, Xiao Wuyou finally realized that the other person had already given her a seductive look, and her supposedly cold face was tinged with a lovely blush.

But Xiao Wuyou had no time to appreciate the girl's adorable appearance. He was only worried about her crystal tears.

"Little Grandmaster, is it really okay? The reason why you haven't crossed this line..."

The slender fingertips reached out and blocked his worries.

"It's all your fault. I couldn't help it anymore." The young master sighed softly with wet eyes.

"So, it's really okay?" Xiao Wuyou confirmed for the last time.

The young master took a deep breath and whispered, "It's okay tonight."

She raised her head and looked at me quietly. There was a hint of charm in her drunken eyes, and her soft and cold voice had never been so sweet.

Xiao Wuyou's heart trembled violently, and the restlessness that had been temporarily suppressed was ignited once again.

After receiving a positive answer, Xiao Wuyou did not hesitate and became bolder in his actions.

And the fairy, who had always been cold, gave him an eager response for the first time.

Another kiss.

I don't know if the young master was too eager or couldn't let go of the master's face, but he would come up with kiss after kiss after kiss, only taking a few seconds to catch his breath.

The young master was bolder than he expected, and he actually took the initiative to lift up the tip of his soft and fragrant tongue.

Unfortunately, no matter how bold she was, the fairy had no experience in this kind of thing. In a few seconds, she was pinned down by Xiao Wuyou, who ravaged her at will.

Compared to the young master's hand that was tightly grasping the corner of his clothes, Xiao Wuyou even had the leisure to take off his own robe and help the young master at the same time.

The loose outer robe fell to the ground, followed by the thin lining.

When the young master came to his senses, only a thin suspender lining was left on his body. His icy skin and bones were exposed under the moonlight, looking delicate and crystal clear.

"Wait, wait..."

As their lips intertwined, the young master began to breathe softly.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Wuyou glanced at the girl's flat chest with good intentions.

I thought she was shy about covering up the last piece of clothing, but she awkwardly lifted up a section of her white and tender calf and asked stupidly, "Um, socks, don't you need to take them off?"

Xiao Wuyou was a little amused: "You don't have to take it off."

Just as he was about to lean over to get closer, he saw the young master shrink slightly and cover his chest, the cute blush on his face becoming more obvious.

"Well, you better take it off."

Are you still shy?

Different from the girls who inherited the memories of their previous lives, this was the real first time for the little master.

Xiao Wuyou pinched the fairy's slender ankle, and saw from the corner of his eye that the young master was slightly relieved, and suddenly he had a bad idea.

It's a rare opportunity, wouldn't it be a shame not to bully someone?

Xiao Wuyou sat aside, holding the jade feet tightly in his hands, and gently took off the soft white cotton socks, revealing the exquisite little feet under the moonlight.

The little master's toes are as slender as bamboo shoots, and her toes are as round as cardamoms. It's like holding a crescent moon in the hand, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Noticing Xiao Wuyou's direct gaze, Bei Ming Longyue instinctively shrank her feet.

Unexpectedly, her good disciple simply bent down.

"Hmm......!"

Bei Ming Long Yue was tense all over and felt extremely shy. She only felt warmth and numbness coming from her toes.

Much more comfortable than expected.

But this is just the beginning.

First the toes, then the instep, then the calves, thighs, and lower abdomen------

The warmth surged up little by little like a hot spring, making the young master feel comfortable and Bei Ming Long Yue so comfortable that she was speechless for a moment.

When Xiao Wuyou finally came in front of her and placed a kiss on her slender neck, she could no longer hold on and became soft and fluffy like a ball, clinging to Xiao Wuyou's arms.

"Traitor..." The young master's tone was heavy, but his voice was weak.

"But it's comfortable, right?" Xiao Wuyou breathed into her ear.

"Are you still nervous now?"