Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

Chapter 53: Honey.

The young man in black walked out of the ascension steps and looked at him with his head tilted.

His eyes were heavy, and there seemed to be a fire within.

"Master, are you going to... go with this girl? Where do you want to go?" Shen Shu repeated each word slowly.

His fingertips pinched the bloody blue flower. His thin lips curled slightly, and his expression neither showed joy nor anger. His black clothes were covered with damage and dust. The sword in his hand was unsheathed, and there were many gaps in the blade.

In order to reach the top of the ascension steps as soon as possible, he had tried his best.

In Ye Yunlan's ears, the nightmare thunderstorm stopped. A drop of sweat slipped down his pale cheek.

He looked at Shen Shu in a daze.

He hadn't seen him for a few days, but Shen Shu's stature seemed to be taller again. Now, he was able to look at him at the same level, and his aura was better than before. He felt a bit compelling.

He thought, why didn't he notice this before? Shen Shu had a pair of eyes that were similar to those of that person. Except for the pupils that were not as red as blood, his eyes were exactly the same.

It was like a stormy sea, trapped in the memory of the past. It was difficult to calm down. A horrible theory suddenly flooded his mind.

On the side, Luo Yuqing spoke up: "This one is the disciple of fellow daoist?"

Ye Yunlan closed his eyes, then said: "Yes. He is my disciple...Shen Shu."

Luo Yuqing praised: "Fellow daoist's disciple can stand out amongst the thousands of cultivators taking lead on the Floating Cloud Summit, and it only took less than ten days. He surpassed all others that have partaken in this. He is a genius that only appears once in a thousand years. Fellow daoist have such a good disciple, it really makes Yuqing envious."

Ye Yunlan: "Fellow daoist is exaggerating."

Luo Yuqing smiled: "Climbing to the top of the ranks is a happy event, and it should be celebrated. This place has a lot of random people mixed in, how about we...."

She hadn't finished speaking when Shen Shu walked closer. He took his hand and stuffed the blood-stained flower into his hand. He bowed his head to his ear and said, "Master, you said you would send me a flower, but in the end, the mountain spirit sent it to my hands. This does not count."

Maybe he was being too sensitive, but he felt that the other party's voice seemed to be different from before. His voice was low and dangerous. There was an ambiguous tone that was similar to that of the other person. Ye Yunlan's body stiffened, his mind confused. Who is the one whispering in his ear? "What do you want instead for it to count?"

Shen Shu glanced at Luo Yuqing who was beside him chuckled and said, "Master's hug... will count."

Ye Yunlan was startled.

This request...many years ago, when Shen Shu broke into the Yuntian Palace to see him, he had mentioned it to him then.

But at that time, Shen Shu was still young. It didn't matter if he hugged him. But now, he has grown into a tall and handsome young man. At Floating Cloud Summit, under everyone's scrutiny, how could it be appropriate?

He turned around: "I'll just pick another flower for you."

But Shen Shu clenched the palm of his hand.

The young man stretched out his arms, held his shoulders, and pressed him into his arms.

The scorching body temperature and the powerful heartbeat transferred, along with the smell of sweat and dust.