Entertainment of Spring and Autumn

Chapter 598 Father and Son

"I knew Xia Zhongxing before, but I never thought he was so cowardly. How come he keeps going back as he lives longer..." Back at the City Lord's Mansion, Yue Xiaochan and Xue Mu sat side by side by the pool in the backyard, watching the night view, and murmuring at the stars in confusion. : "When I first arrived in the south and met this man for the first time, I thought he was quite heroic and heroic. He was the leader of this generation. Could it be that he was pretending well?"

Xue Mu took off his boots and swung his feet leisurely in the pool while looking at Yue Xiaochan's bare feet without replying.

Yue Xiaochan's white jade-like little feet were swaying, and they looked even more graceful next to his big feet, crystal clear and extremely beautiful.

Xue Mu couldn't help but said: "Have you not been barefoot for a long time? It seems that you have always worn embroidered shoes."

"Huh? Anyway, it doesn't matter whether you wear it or not. You can wear shoes if you want to, and if you don't want to, don't wear them. Now that I'm doing things more seriously, I'd better wear more clothes." Yue Xiaochan said curiously: "You mean you like me? No shoes?”

"Hmm..." Xue Mu was a little confused. He really liked the appearance of Yue Xiaochan's barefoot elf, but he knew that the form was a bit demonic, and deep down he was not very willing to let others look at her feet. Faced with this problem, he suddenly Don't know how to answer.

Yue Xiaochan's eyes were a little charming: "It turns out he is a pervert with a foot fetish."

"No." Xue Muyi said sternly: "I just think I should help Madam."

Yue Xiaochan watched helplessly as Xue Mu bent down to pick up her little feet and gently cleaned them for her.

That gentle look, I don't know if it's just rubbing its feet or playing with it.

Waves of strange feelings came from his feet, which seemed to be itchy and numb, and a warm current surged along the blood vessels and went straight into the bones. Yue Xiaochan bit her lower lip, her face getting redder and redder, and her eyes almost watered.

While rubbing it, Xue Mu responded to the previous topic seriously: "In the early years of Xia Zhongxing, the son of Dongxu always cheered and robbed when he went out. Of course he had a heroic spirit, but I’m not pretending. But because my father’s protective wings are so thick, the young master of a sect has abundant resources, and his practice is going smoothly, he always feels that he is invincible among his peers and has never encountered a real challenge. Many second-generation people are like this.”

Yue Xiaochan was so confused at the moment that she was too lazy to think, so she responded smoothly: "So it is often difficult to face challenges bravely?"

"In the early days of Jie Dao, he didn't dare to fight against Yu Lin when he had a huge advantage, so he was destined to be a loser. Although Yu Lin at that time would have fought tooth and nail, and I would have avoided his edge, but he is different from me. He He is not a planner, but a bandit who runs amok. Once he loses this courageous spirit, what progress can he make? No progress. The most unlucky thing is that others have made progress. He watched helplessly from the first gear. The supernova has become the tail end of the industry, and can’t even climb up the rookie spectrum. The psychological gap is huge..."

Yue Xiaochan smiled and said: "Listen to what you said, it's not bad that he didn't go crazy and kill people randomly."

"How do you know he doesn't have it privately?"

"Well……"

"Xia Wenxuan doesn't know how to teach his son, and he raised a superficial hero..." Xue Mu said with a smile, "It's better for you, my master, to raise a smart little monster."

"Of course my master is good..." Yue Xiaochan's breathing became more and more rapid at this moment, biting her lower lip and said: "Not only did I give myself to you, but I also gave you my apprentice. I have my feet in your hands and you can play with them as you like. Where else can I have them?" not good?"

"Did you give it to me?" Xue Mu lowered his voice and tentatively walked up: "Could it be today?"

"No, no!" Yue Xiaochan withdrew her foot and flew back a few feet with a splash of water. She covered her ears and shook her head: "Oh, the wind is too strong. I can't hear what you just said."

"I want to be cute again." Xue Mu couldn't help laughing.

Under the moon, by the pool, a beautiful woman is floating, with her hair disheveled and her bare feet softly shining. It looked really beautiful, so beautiful that he couldn't take his eyes away. Yue Xiaochan lowered her head and secretly looked at his expression, feeling a little sweet in her heart, and said sweetly: "Does it look good?"

"nice."

"Then... can I give you this first?" Yue Xiaochan sat down two feet away from him again, leaned back, and gently stretched out her little feet to play with him.

Is there anything bad about this? This is the first time Xue Mu has played this trick after many battles.

Looking up, the girl moved her feet lightly, but her face turned red with embarrassment and she tilted her head slightly not to look at him. The opposite temperaments of coquettishness and shyness blend together and hit people's hearts, just like the pool water around them, rippling around in circles with long ripples.

…

Xue Muyue and Xiaochan gently invited Fengyue, and Xia Zhongxing was also venting his violence on the maid at this moment.

Xue Mu's guess was correct. There was a huge psychological gap between the favored man of heaven and a member of the demon sect. How could he hold back his suppressed sullenness in private?

The reason why he didn't show it to the public was because he was in the core area of ​​Xingyue Sect, with Xue Qingqiu on his head, and there were all the people in the Six Paths, so he couldn't do anything awesome. He didn't dare to flaunt his young master's prestige here, which would not only make people in the Six Paths look down on him, but also make his father lose face. But inside Hengxingdao's headquarters in Lingzhou, Xia Zhongxing's temper became even louder, beating and scolding his subordinates at every turn, and abusing his maidservants.

But for those within Hengxingdao, this is nothing. It is common for the demon sect to use violence to control others. Xia Zhongxing is afraid of his father. At least he has not bullied his family members or done anything beastly to his fellow disciples and sisters, and has not lost his bottom line. The people in Hengxingdao are just complaining, and they have not yet rebounded.

Of course, no one knows to what extent it will develop if it continues.

A wisp of breeze passed by, carrying an unparalleled sense of destruction. The bright pearl in the room dimmed, as if the light was trying to escape the chilling aura and was suppressed into darkness.

Xia Zhongxing thumped, rolled up from the maid, and fell to his knees directly: "Father..."

Xia Wenxuan's figure appeared in the room, but his slightly elegant face was indescribably fierce and ferocious.

With sharp eyes like a falcon, he glanced over the lifeless maid on the bed. Xia Wenxuan's voice was as cold as his blade: "What a majestic young master Hengxingdao."

Xia Zhongxing didn't dare to raise his head.

Xia Wenxuan waved his sleeves and robe, and the maid was carried out of the room by the thin quilt.

The door closed automatically, and the father and son were left in the quiet room, and the atmosphere was depressing and solemn.

"What do you think you are doing?" Xia Wenxuan squeezed out a voice from between his teeth: "I am a Taoist man, the sky is high and the sea is vast, everything is accessible, everything in the world is useful, gods and Buddhas are in the way and I can kill them with a single blow. Is it like you, in this world? Showing off to your maid under the covers? What a rampage!"

"I, I..." Xia Zhongxing kept saying "I" for a long time, sweating profusely and unable to say anything.

"If you are tyrannical in Lingzhou, even if you are stopped by the Xingyue Sect, I will be quite happy. Want to play with women? Okay, you can snatch them from outside. This is my way. If Xue Qingqiu has any objections, I will help you fight with her. , if Xue Mu has an opinion, he will break up and end up going back to become a bandit. But what about you? You are cowering like a quail outside, bending down to toast Xue Mu, and using your domineering attitude to quarrel with your own family? "

Only then did Xia Zhongxing realize that his interaction with Xue Mu had been seen by his father. He was unable to explain, wiping his sweat and said: "I, I am not a quarrel..."

"What's the use of you if you don't know anyone in the house!" Xia Wenxuan kicked him out angrily: "Trash!"

Xia Zhongxing rolled around in embarrassment and hit the corner to catch his breath.

Xia Wenxuan stared at his son coldly for a long time, and suddenly said: "I have always been too domineering, and I can only forcefully beat and scold you, causing you to lose your own blood? Externally, you often let Bupo and others protect you, and it is the result of shouting and cheering. Have you lost your ability to stand alone?"

"No, no, my father is so powerful in the world, it's the child's own problem..." Xia Zhongxing kowtowed: "It's because of my stupid qualifications that I failed to live up to my father's expectations."

The anger in Xia Wenxuan's eyes subsided a bit and became a little complicated.

Xia Zhongxing was very proud of his father, respected and afraid of him. Maybe this kind of mentality is the root of his loss of blood courage? But if there are any benefits to this mentality, of course it does. A second-generation martial artist like him has not developed into a brainless, ignorant, self-righteous, dandy boy. He still knows how to consider everything, and is always afraid of embarrassing his father, and is also afraid of getting in trouble with his father. of scolding.

This is why I am afraid of me.

From a father's perspective, apart from hating iron for not being able to become steel, is there also a sense of relief? Especially for Xia Wenxuan, who witnessed Ji Qingyuan's poisoning and collapse, is there nothing wrong with his son's temperament?