Heavenly practice

Chapter 436: It's Always You

Su Wuya squatted on the ground and looked at the teenage boy in front of him with a serious face, the more he looked into the other's dark eyes, his brows became tighter.

"Are you perverted?"

The young man in luxurious clothes looked at him innocently and asked.

Su Wuya narrowed his eyes, stretched out his hand to pinch the soft flesh on his cheek, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"I am the Ninth Prince of Daqi. If you don't let me go, be careful that my father will copy your whole family." The young man raised his chin and looked at him,

"I'm the only one in my family, but your father can't catch me." Su Wuya stretched out his other hand to pinch the soft flesh on his other cheek.

The young man was pinched by him calmly, "Are you sure you are the only one in your family?"

"Correct."

Su Wuya thought for a while and said, "My name is Xiao Wuya."

The young man pulled his hand away, took a step back with a smile, "Xiao Wuya, are you sure you are the only one in your family?"

Su Wuya frowned, and was about to open his mouth when he heard a chilling sentence behind him.

"You are the only one in your family?"

"..."

Su Wuya coughed, turned around as if nothing had happened, looked at the person who appeared in front of him who didn't know when, "When did you come back?"

"When you said you were the only one in your family."

Fu Que looked down at the beautiful young man next to him, "Where did you come from?"

"It was stolen at the time, could it be that I gave birth?" Su Wuya raised his eyebrows.

Fu Que silently looked at his stomach.

"..."

Su Wuya stared over, "...where the hell are you looking?"

Fu Que looked away and looked at the young man, "Having dragon aura, a member of the royal family, send it back."

"...What are you panicking about?"

Su Wuya squatted back muttering, stretched out his hand and pulled the boy's face, "Do you think this kid looks familiar?"

Fu Que lowered his head and stared at the young man, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, he bent down and squatted down, looking at this beautiful face without blinking.

After studying it for a long time, his expression became more serious.

Su Wuya at the side curled his lips and kicked him.

Fu Que didn't raise his head, "Don't make trouble."

Su Wuya snorted and kicked hard.

Fu Que stepped aside, frowned and looked over, "What are you doing?"

Su Wuya raised his eyebrows and looked at him, and opened his fingers against the sword, "Is this kid good-looking?"

Fu Que frowned and remembered something, "Yeah."

Su Wuya sneered, "Oh, dog man."

Fu Que: "..."

After a moment of silence, he suddenly figured it out, "You misunderstood..."

Su Wuya glanced at him, sat down on the ground, and beckoned to the boy, "Come here."

The boy walked up to him obediently.

Su Wuya hugged the boy, pinched his face, "I think he looks a bit like that."

Fu Que also looked over, "Yes."

Su Wuya's heart skipped a beat, and he let go of his hand as if he had been scalded, "No... no way?"

The boy rubbed his blushing face and looked at them calmly.

Fu Que's eyes were silent, "It's possible."

Su Wuya swallowed, stood up silently and took two steps back, seeing the boy's expression changed.

"You said... is he Shen Zhuosheng or Chang Mingsheng?"

"..."

Fu Que turned his head and looked at him expressionlessly, "Come here."

"...What's wrong?"

Su Wuya walked over in fear, "Shouldn't I say—"

"Chirp."

Fu Que hugged him and kissed him, with a calm tone, "You're kinda cute."

Su Wuya: "..."

go away.

Silently kicking someone away, Su Wuya bent down and met the boy's dark eyes, "Hey, kid, what's your name?"

"Xia Chongyu." The boy said.

"You just said who is your father?"

"Emperor Xia Qinyang of Great Qi."

"Da Qi...Xia Qinyang..."

Su Wuya looked at him thoughtfully, "Did your father say that you were picked?"

"..."

The boy looked at him with dark eyes and said nothing.

A trace of helplessness flashed across Fu Que's face, he lifted him away, and faced the young man, "Do you know where this place is?"

The young man looked up and glanced at the people passing by with flying swords outside the room, and then looked at the two handsome youths in front of him, "Is this the fairy world?"

"Almost, it's the realm of cultivating immortals."

Fu Que took a look at Su Wuya, and then looked at the young man again after seeing that the other party moved his eyes guiltily, "In addition to the dragon energy on your body, you also have spiritual energy to protect your body. Do you know where it comes from?"

The young man stared at him with dark eyes for a few moments, and then he suddenly laughed, "I once heard from my mother that a fairy came to the palace when I was born, maybe it was that fairy who protected me."

Su Wuya's eyes lit up, and he asked, "What does that immortal look like?"

"Silver-haired black robe, long hair reaching the ground."

"..."

Su Wuya silently turned around and hugged Fu Que, and buried her head in his arms.

Fu Que touched his head, then ruthlessly pushed him away, "Send him back."

"..."

Su Wuya pursed his lips, and stretched out his hand to the boy, "Let's go, I'll take you back."

The boy looked at the hand he stretched out in front of him, and smiled, "Don't bother the immortal, someone is here to pick me up."

Su Wuya was taken aback, "Ah? Who will pick you up?"

Fu Que suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled him into his arms, Su Wuya bumped him with his arm in dissatisfaction, "You..."

"I."

A faint sound as low as a bronze bell, but with an indifference that cannot be ignored.

Su Wuya froze and slipped into Fu Que's arms silently.

Fu Que held the person in his arms with one hand, and looked up at the person who stepped into the door.

Silver hair and black robe, peerless appearance, eyes as silent as a prison.

Fu Que's eyes moved slightly, "I have seen a demigod."

Chang Ming glanced at the person in his arms, then walked towards the young man in brocade clothes who was smiling at him, lowered his eyes to meet his black eyes, "You knew I would come."

The young man looked up at him, with the corners of his mouth bent and his eyes bright, "I smell you."

Chang Ming bent down and approached him, "What's the smell?"

Long silver hair fell down like a waterfall, and the young man raised his hand to catch a strand, "Flower scent."

"Pfft!" Someone beside him secretly laughed,

Fu Que frowned, and lifted the person from his arms, "Shut up."

Su Wuya raised his eyebrows and looked at the two people, one big and one small, thinking that he would have to practice for hundreds of years to kill the two people in front of him.

He probably already guessed what was going on, but he was still very upset. You said that if you find someone, forget it, and if you don’t bring him home, he will come to look for him after he has kidnapped him. Who will watch it?

Over there, Chang Ming put all his attention on the young man in front of him, "You always knew that."

"what do you know?"

The young man wrapped his fingers around his silver hair, with a half-smile, "Is it the fact that you stood in front of my cradle for a whole night 13 years ago, or is it the fact that you have been following me day and night for the past 13 years?"

Chang Ming watched his eyes darken.

The young man withdrew his smile slightly, and looked at him with burning eyes, "You're looking at me?"

"..."

Chang Ming closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he lowered his head and kissed his forehead, "It's you, it's always been you, no matter who you are."

The young man curled his mouth, looked at the handsome man in front of him, and felt quite satisfied.

Although it took a long time, fortunately, the demigod of his family finally learned what it means to fall in love.