Talk to The Fox (MTL) [COMPLETED]

53. Are you quarreling?

Shameless.

Ziwei rolled the two words around on the tip of his tongue.

He closed the door from the air without making a sound, and then took Bi Fang away, and then began to look at Chu Yu carefully.

They are similar in size, so they can just see each other's eyes when they are looking at each other. Ziwei's gaze froze, as if examining, he just asked in a low voice, "What are you talking about—"

"Are you yourself?"

Chu Yu smiled, her eyes extremely gloomy: "Don't you think you are shameless for stealing other people's things?"

Zi closed his eyes slightly and repeated a few words, "Grab, something."

His long eyelashes fell, casting a shadowy reflection, his tone was flat, "I don't admit it."

"I don't care if you admit it or not!" Chu Yu lowered her voice, holding back her anger, "When Fanfan wakes up, I will take her away. What did she use with you, what did she cost—I All will be returned to you!"

"What if she doesn't want to go." Ziwei asked.

"Chu Yu." He read his name, as if puzzled, word for word, "You really never felt that you were wrong? You never asked her if she wanted to."

When normal people hear this, they either deny it or think about it.

And Ziwei only saw confidence in his face.

He is laughing.

He was also wearing a white Taoist robe, with a lot of blood stained at the bottom of his sleeves. He shivered with laughter and bent down. The dazzling blood was like red plums quivering in the cold wind.

Gloomy to the point of chilling.

Chu Yu's laughter was full of ridicule, but also arrogant and unconcealed, vividly, "Why do you doubt our relationship?"

"The deed of a Taoist partner must be in harmony with each other and make an oath." He lowered his tone very slowly, as if he was satisfied from here, "I have been with her for more than ten years, how about you? Ten days, two ten days?"

He sneered: "Relying on the prophecy of the Lord of the Nine-layered Mandarin Flowers? You Tianshan Fox are so casual, just relying on an illusory fate, a fateful legend?"

Chu Yu clenched the hilt of the sword and sneered, "Your love is too cheap!"

He is so confident in himself that he casually judges whether the feelings of others are cheap.

"You seem to know a lot." Zi smiled, but his eyes were cold and dark.

"But it's all wrong."

"Your relationship is just your unilaterally affirmative conjecture. Does Fan Fan know that it is a contract between Daoist partners? Do you dare to tell her?" When you are close relatives, it is all dependence."

"That's just because you're her brother."

That's all.

"And..." Zi Wei sighed, "Who told you that the partner of the Tianshan Fox is only the Lord of Mandarin Flowers."

It was the first time he was scolded for being cheap.

But Ziwei was even a little fortunate that outsiders knew too much about them.

"The master of the nine-layered mandarin duck flower, has a fate with me."

Zi Wei smiled and said, "But there are many kinds of fate, and there are many kinds of connections between people."

"My former father, he picked up a little boy in the war, that is his master of mandarin flowers, they are master and apprentice."

He paused for a while before continuing: "And my mother is a woman."

Chu Yu's expression instantly turned cold.

The world always likes to regard all love as the love between men and women, but forgets the word fate, which originally represents the possibility of connection between people, or between people and things.

Ziwei couldn't bear to tell him the truth, "How old is Yuanfan and Yuanhua? It must be no more than ten years old."

"If you had sent her to Kunlun at that time, I would have regarded her as a junior and taught her slowly, how could she have a love between men and women."

Ziwei shook his head, both sighing and helpless. He said to Chu Yu, "One wrong step, one wrong step. It happened at that time..."

"You brought her to me yourself."

There was pity in his tone.

Chu Yu looked directly at him, suppressing her anger, she had no scruples at all, and shouted, "What do you know!"

"Do you really understand what a Dao Companion contract is! The most important person in Fanfan's heart is me... If it weren't for this, how could the contract be formed?"

His voice was hoarse, gasping for breath, even a little hysterical.

Ziwei originally wanted to say, yes, the most important thing in the past was indeed you.

Just didn't get a chance to speak.

Because the door of the boat was opened from the inside, revealing a small head, she was a little dazed, blood stains strewn across the snow-white face, like broken fine porcelain, looking both ferocious and fragile.

The little girl also seemed to think that this was not very good-looking, so she quickly covered her face with white gauze awkwardly, revealing only a pair of Qing Ling Minglai's eyes, her eyelashes fluttering.

Her voice was muffled and hoarse through the gauze, and the first sentence she said was.

"Are you arguing?"

The two men obviously haven't recovered yet, their faces are not very good-looking, Chu Yu is even more gloomy to the extreme, and the eyebrows are still stern.

They didn't answer.

Then Chu Fan frowned, his tone hesitated a lot, and asked again.

"Brother, what were you talking about... what contract?"