Fu Sauna pointed her finger to her lips, took a step back, stroked her chest a few times, and exhaled a big breath, as if facing a great enemy: "Girl's family, do you know how ashamed!"

Cen Duxiao was dazed and flustered for a while, her mind was blank, she paused for a few seconds, and took a step forward.

He's angry again? Do you think she's frivolous?

It doesn't matter, if he retreats, she will enter. When he was angry, she coaxed him!

She lowered her head slightly, like a docile and clingy cat, she bit her lower lip and apologized again and again: "Okay, it's my fault, don't go, I won't kiss you." ”

Fuso seemed to feel that he was in serious trouble, and he was very distressed and held his forehead.

He pondered for a long time and stammered, "I ...... What can I say?"

Cen Duxiao looked at him with a burning light in her beautiful eyes, a little flustered, a little confused, as if waiting for a gift that she had been waiting for a long time to be opened.

Fusang scratched the back of his head and said with a smile, "I'll tell you the truth, I might disappoint you." ”

"You say ......"

Cen Duxiao's heart seemed to have a string suddenly broken, "Zheng", her voice trembled, worried that he in front of her was fleeting, afraid that he would not believe in his mind.

Is he unwilling to forgive her......

Is it that he has no heart and doesn't like her anymore?

He's no longer the one who can be coaxed with a few words? He's died once, and he's seen it?

Fuso said, "I'm not Fuso. ”

When he said this, he seemed afraid that she would be upset, and squinted slightly to watch her reaction carefully.

"You liar?!I know I can't stand you, you...... You don't want to ...... either You don't have to lie to me like that, do you?" Cen Duxiao couldn't hide his panic, but his voice couldn't hide his panic, because his expression didn't look like he was lying.

Fusang was always full of affection when he looked at her, and there was her reflection in the eyes in front of him that looked exactly like him, but there was no emotion.

He pointed to Wangshu in Cen Duxiao's hand and said, "I am a sword spirit, a sword spirit born in Wangshuli, not Fusang." ”

Cen Duxiao raised her hand in a daze, looking at the dimming Wangshu sword blade, and there was a "boom" in her head, as if the sky had collapsed.

"Impossible! Sword Spirit, how can the Sword Spirit be you? How can you look so similar to him! This can't be ......"

Cen Duxiao shook her head, her ears believed Wangshu's words, but she didn't want to believe it in her heart, stubbornly denying that he was Wangshu.

When she was about to wake up, Wangshu spoke, and it was the voice from Wangshu that pulled her out of the darkness.

He and Fuso's voice was almost identical, and she was taken aback at the time.

Originally......

No...... Impossible, where could it be so coincidental, he is not a public face, he looks so amazing, how can the sword spirit happen to look exactly like him!

Wangshu has been following her master for a while, and she knows her master's temperament, and she is one line away from collapse like this.

When she was holding him, he didn't break away from her immediately because he didn't want her to be disappointed and sad.

However, he is a genuine Wangshu, and he can't pretend to be Fusang all his life in order to make his master happy.

Hey, it's just a matter of showing up! What is this called!

Wangshu had an expression of being well versed in the truth of the world, and persuaded bitterly: "Don't be sad, I can accompany you to Fusang." If you miss him, I'll talk to you, I don't mind you treating me as him, but don't you humans have a saying? People have to look forward, you can't always live in the past, right?"

Cen Duxiao's eyes were covered with a layer of mist, his vision was blurred, and he couldn't see him clearly, and he was silent and didn't say a word.

Wangshu wanted to ease the atmosphere, and said jokingly: "However, explain in advance, I am cultivating a male body, and you are my master, and you are not allowed to be interested in me." Therefore, I am limited to talking to you, and I am not allowed to do anything to me like Fang just did. ”

Cen Duxiao sniffed and looked at him in a daze.

Seeing that she was speechless and choking, Wangshu panicked, her long and thick eyelash curtains trembled, stretched out his hand to her, gritted his teeth and said, "That...... Then you can still hold hands, you can hold hands, it's all right?"

Cen Duxiao was still silent.

Wangshu had to stick to his bottom line, covered his clothes, and said seriously: "I can't give in anymore! I can only hold hands, but other than that, the others really can't work...... I'm a serious sword spirit, I don't dedicate myself!"

As she spoke, Wangshu's face turned red all of a sudden, and she kept comforting herself, anyway, she held the sword blade every day, and they had been holding hands for a long time, and it was normal for the master and the sword spirit to have contact on their hands.

Cen Duxiao was silent, she was looking for a loophole for Fusang's lying, she kept thinking and looking for it in her mind.

Finally she found it, and her tone was sad but a little proud of seeing through Fusang's lies: "If you are not Fusang, then you, then how do you know Hades? How do you know some of the words that Hades said?"

When he reasoned with the old ferryman, how could it not be Fusang!

He must be joking with her, or, he did it on purpose, he hated her, so he deliberately didn't admit that he was Fusang, he wanted to see her sad, he wanted to take revenge on her, just like he pretended to be intimate with Mo Ran in Jiuli, he was testing her.

Yes, that's it!

Wangshu thought for a while, and said honestly: "I don't know the Hades King, I made it up, maybe because I had Fusang's blood on my body, so I remember something he knows." ”

Cen Duxiao didn't believe it, and asked again: "Then why are you the same as his voice, appearance, and figure!"

Except for the absence of the woody scent on his body, it's really the same everywhere!

Wangshu was helpless: "It's not because you think about him all day long, the sword spirit will be formed according to the appearance of the master." ”

"I don't want to look like him!" Wangshu touched his face, looking worried, "It's also a kind of trouble to look like a country and a city, you say, I go out with this face, those little girls can't line up in a long line to chase after me, hey, this doesn't fit my low-key personality......"

Wangshu tried his best to laugh, wanting to make Cen Duxiao happier, and stop treating him as Fusang.

"No, it's not like that. Cen Duxiao held his hand, "Don't make trouble, I know you hate me, but don't punish me in this way, I'll wait for you, when will you forgive me, when will I see you again, okay?

"Cen Duxiao, you're enough!" Wangshu shook off her hand and became serious, since the joke was useless, he could only be reasonable, "He is dead, he guarded you with his life, you replaced him as the incarnation of Shenmu, his mission is your mission from now on, you have to live well, cheer up, and face reality." ”

"Don't listen, don't listen, Wang Ba recites the scriptures. Cen Duxiao's ears were buzzing, she couldn't hear Wangshu clearly, and she didn't want to hear clearly, so she plugged her ears with her hands.