Chapter 3797: My name is Lan Chuxi, I'm glad to meet you (1)

Ye Nu's face turned red.
The ears are burning.
He almost subconsciously wanted to touch his eyes.
In my head, only the words "I like your eyes" are echoed.
This person ... Does this person know what he is talking about?
"Yanu, would you follow me?"
Hearing the voice of the youth again, Ye Nu looked up, and for a while stayed.
For the warm, sun-like smile on the youth's face, and for the absence of a malicious light through the eyes.
He squirmed a cracked lip and was about to answer.
There was a sharp voice behind him.
"Night slave? Night slave, come here? I'll tell you the good news. Do you remember the Elder Tu who came to me [Drunk Life and Death] a few days ago? Is that the [Elder Wind Gate] elder ten miles away, he specified that he wanted you. Accompany me! "
"Everyone said, I don't want to abandon you for being ugly, as long as you can serve someone, he is willing to take you back to [巽 风门] and let you take the elixir for washing your muscles. Your kid is working now! "
"Night slave, night slave, where are you, the little bastard? You should not hear it soon ..."
The moment he heard this sharp voice, Ye Nu's heart that had just warmed up suddenly seemed to be poured into a basin of ice water, which was so cold.
He laughed at the corner of his mouth.
Secretly in his heart: Ye slave, what are you just thinking about?
At first glance, this person is a high-level cultivator.
And his own, just one of the ugliest in the lowest bar, anyone can step on it.
The eyes fell on the young man's hand reaching out to him.
Slender, fair and well-balanced, every inch is perfect as a work of art.
Look at your own mottled calluses, as if still smelling hands.
It seems to be blasphemy to touch the youth lightly.
The rapid pace of footsteps went from far to near, accompanied by a charming flattering voice: "Elder Tu, rest assured, Ye Nu can follow you, it is the blessing he repaired in his last life. If he knew it, he would be too late You just have to wait in the lobby, where can I bother you to come in person? "
Ye Nu's face changed, and he looked at the young man in a panic: "You leave here."
The youth were shoved.
Ye Nu couldn't help but glance back, his expression was even more anxious, but his tone of speech was still extremely rational and calm: "[Biao Bing Bing], Elder Feng Fengmen, was 67 years old, and was repaired as a senior infant. By nature, I like young and beautiful men, especially torture people. The news is well known within dozens of miles. Have you never heard of it? "
The young man shook his head, with an innocent expression on his face: "I can't help this neighborhood."
Ye Nu was anxious when he saw him unhurriedly. "Do you know how you look so clean and look like a low monk, and what will happen to him?"
These mortals themselves were taken away by Tu Biaobing, but only tortured.
But those little monks passing by fell into Tu Biaobing's hands, and they were tortured, and they would be treated as furnaces, sucked clean, and died almost miserably.
The young man blinked white and smiled, "Thank you for your compliment."
Ye Nu only realized at this moment that when the young man laughed, there was a dimple on his face.
The gentle son, who was originally gentle and gentle, became childish in an instant.