100 Ways to Get the Male God

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She looked up at the boy.

Sitting on the bed, he was also looking down at her, with his tender and fair cheeks, but his expression was not suitable for his age, and his eyes stared at her quietly.

"What's your name?" Yu Chu asked again.

The boy still didn't answer, pursed his lips, and the pale lips showed a hint of crimson because they warmed slightly.

He's so good-looking, even at a young age, it's a bit hard to look away.

You can imagine how graceful he will be when he grows up.

It's no wonder that in the original plot, the name of the Demon God Xuanling spread, in addition to his strength against the sky, there is also his boundless beauty, which is so beautiful that it is dazzling.

Yu Chu looked at it for a moment, then pursed his lips, concentrated on helping him warm his hands, and wrapped him with a quilt.

The young man sat on the bed, covered by a snow-white quilt, only showing a small head, beautiful eyes, and tender white cheeks.

Yu Chu brought a bottle of ointment, dipped some on his fingers, raised his hand and wiped it on his fair forehead.

The young man avoided vigilantly, and a pair of dark red pupils stared at her without blinking, obviously alert.

Yu Chu was stunned for a moment, then smiled helplessly, and gestured to the ointment in his hand: "I'll apply the medicine for you."

The boy's gaze shifted to the ointment.

He pursed his lips, and the light-colored crimson faded again because of the tight action.

The eyelashes are drawn down like two small brushes.

Yu Chu stared at him for a while, before tentatively reaching out to touch the wound on his forehead.

The young man still stepped back alertly, because the back movement was too big, and he was wrapped in a quilt, so he didn't pay attention, and slammed into the back.

The child climbed up with his small white hands, pursing his thin lips and said nothing.

Yu Chu smiled and handed him the ointment:

"Then you paint it yourself?"

Xuan Ling bit his lips slightly and looked at her quietly, his eyes swept over the ointment in her hand.

He paused for a while, but silently shrank back and wrapped his small hands around his knees.

"Not painted?" Yu Chu was a little surprised.

After thinking for a while, she glanced at the blood on the little boy's forehead and decided to resort to violence.

She snapped her fingers slightly, and the boy suddenly showed a look of astonishment. The two small white hands were bound by Xianli and pulled away. The slender fingers of the woman in front of him lifted his chin and smeared the ointment on his forehead.

The young man pursed his lips tightly, and his blood-colored pupils were full of confusion, but he calmly said nothing.

He didn't stop struggling until the wound on his forehead felt a little cold, staring at the woman with a pair of beautiful blood-colored eyes without blinking.

not hurt him.

Her movements were very gentle.

The ointment melted in the wound, relieved the pain, and brought a cool feeling.

The young man stared blankly at the woman, his thin red lips parted slightly, but he did not speak. The white and tender cheeks, lined with red lotus between the eyebrows, were beautiful and beautiful.

He has been called a devil since he was a child, and everyone he sees is full of malice. Either he is afraid of the red lotus between his eyebrows, or he covets the pure beauty of a little boy. He never met anyone who was really nice to him.

After Yu Chu applied the ointment, he met the young man's beautiful dull eyes.

He pursed his lips and asked in a hoarse voice:

"……Who are you?"

The voice is tender and sweet, and the mood is very calm.

Yu Chu Weile, straightened his snow-colored robe, raised his eyebrows and said, "I am one of the Four Immortals, named Fengchu. Would you like to be my apprentice and follow me back to Xianshan to cultivate?"