Starry Sky Railway: The Slacking Sword Saint is Keeped by Fu Xuan

Chapter 231 The Doting Sword Saint's Wrathful Slash... Trash Can

Of course, Yu Chen couldn't refuse the loving breakfast his wife had made, so he immediately put aside his doubts and hurried to the bathroom.

Fu Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, closed the door, slipped inside, picked up his jade tablet, and began frantically calling Bai Lu.

The little dragon girl, who was fast asleep and eager to grow taller, was awakened from her slumber. She hung up the phone with her eyes still closed…

drop drop~

After seven or eight times in a row, a vein finally bulged on her forehead.

She struggled to open her eyes, glanced at the screen, and angrily hung up the phone again after seeing the caller. Then she swiped to view Fu Xuan's profile picture.

The Little Dragon Girl from the General's Mansion: Are you trying to kill me?!

Being held in someone's arms is also a high position: Help me

The Little Dragon Girl of the General's Mansion: Even if you are a diviner, disturbing my beauty sleep will still make me unhappy!

Being held in someone's arms is considered high: Help me

The Little Dragon Girl from the General's Mansion: Are you a broken record?!

Being held in someone's arms is considered high: Help me

The Little Dragon Girl of the General's Mansion: ...

Being held in someone's arms is considered high: How to heal quickly without leaving a wound after an injury (image).jpg

The Little Dragon Girl from the General's Mansion: Why not just find a doctor to treat it? Besides, it's such a small cut, can't you just find a band-aid?

Being held in someone's arms is considered high: I don't want to be seen.

The Little Dragon Girl from the General's Mansion: Are you a child?

Fu Xuan sighed and continued typing.

Fu Xuan: Is there no other way?

Bai Lu: Yes, take your pants off, lie on the bed and admit your mistake. Let him hit you a couple of times and he won't be angry anymore.

Fu Xuan: ...I'm going to tell the general that you want to get beaten up!

Bailu: You can't take a joke, huh!

Fu Xuan: Is there really no other way?

Bai Lu: He's too busy feeling sorry for you. It's such a small wound, it'll be gone on its own in a couple of days. What are you afraid to say?

Fu Xuan: I understand…

After leaving Yu Zhao behind, Bai Lu sighed deeply.

She really couldn't understand the diviner's thought process. Then she looked around in confusion, her expression somewhat downcast.

"Where is the general...?"

...

Fu Xuan sighed, having no choice but to face the cruel reality.

I took a few deep breaths, walked to the door, and opened it…

Cardiac arrest!

Yu Chen stood silently at the door, staring at her with a ghostly gaze!

Fu Xuan's lips twitched, and she couldn't help but bump his head against him.

"What are you doing?! You scared me to death!"

"Give me a hug, give me a hug and I won't be afraid anymore..." Yu Chen said as he gently pulled her into his arms.

Fu Xuanyi went up to her, somewhat speechless.

However… I was scared because I was feeling guilty… I really don’t want to talk about it.

Yu Chen pursed his lips and whispered in her ear, "I still feel like there's something wrong with you. Can't you say it?"

Fu Xuan sighed, her face turned pale, and she clenched her fists, reaching out her arms to hug him.

"What's wrong?" Yu Chen gently lifted her up and rubbed his face against hers.

Fu Xuan stared at him for a moment, then whispered, "I accidentally cut my finger..."

For some reason, even though it was just a very simple, small, and insignificant thing, my eyes couldn't help but well up with tears and my nose felt sore when I told him about it.

I've experienced things that were countless times more painful and unbearable than this before...

So strange…

She stretched out her hand with a pitiful expression. Yu Chen paused for a moment, his gaze slowly shifting to the fingers wrapped in a white cloth.

"..." He took a slow breath, calmed himself down, and asked softly with a calm expression, "It's not serious, is it?"

"It's just a little cut, and there's a bit of blood..." Fu Xuan felt a pang of sadness and grievance as he spoke.

Although I knew it was nothing serious, the emotions surged up uncontrollably.

"Does it hurt?" Yu Chen asked, looking at her.

Fu Xuan pursed her lips, nodded and then shook her head, before simply hugging him and hiding her face.

"Just a little bit..."

Be careful next time, okay?

"Um…"

Fu Xuan closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths to ease the churning, aching feeling in his chest.

I don't know why, but I almost cried while I was talking just now...

But... he doesn't seem angry? Oh, he could never be angry with her anyway, but... his calm demeanor seems a little off?

Although... although it really wasn't a big deal, given Yu Chen's personality, shouldn't he have been comforted and then given a long, concerned look, telling him to be careful?

Fu Xuan swallowed hard, glanced at his face, and felt inexplicably uneasy.

She now had the illusion of the calm before the storm…

"Husband...are you angry?"

"Why should I be angry? Who should I be angry at?" Yu Chen looked at her with some confusion.

Fu Xuan opened his mouth, somewhat powerless to refute, "That's true..."

He calmly carried Fu Xuan into the kitchen, his calmness almost frightening.

The noodles in the pot were still cooking when Yu Chen's eyes immediately fell on the knife on the cutting board that had cut his wife's hand.

He slowly approached, pointed at the object, and asked softly, "Did you use this?"

"Um…"

Fu Xuan nodded, then stole another glance at him before hiding her face.

I guess I won't talk about myself today, right?

Click...

A sharp crack startled her, followed by the sound of glass shards being crushed.

She stared blankly, her expression dazed, as Yu Chen grabbed the kitchen knife and slowly ground it into powder...

Unlike her delicate little hands, Yu Chen's hands were enveloped by an invisible force, like a steel claw, instantly turning the knife into mincemeat...

He remained silent throughout, his expression completely calm, and after completing all this, he lifted the cutting board and threw the foam on it into the trash can.

That wasn't enough. He carried the trash can and Fu Xuan outside the yard, then tossed him aside.

The entire trash can flew towards the sea of ​​clouds to one side, and a long sword appeared in its hand, which it then slowly swung.

A terrifying sword aura suddenly appeared, cleaving the trash can and its contents into nothingness.

Fu Xuan stared blankly at everything, somewhat dumbfounded…

She said that with Zhao Yuchen's doting nature, how could he be so calm...

So that's where they were waiting...

Turning to look at him, the sword slowly disappeared from his hand. Yu Chen was closing his eyes and letting out a long sigh of relief, his hand supporting her buttocks tightening its grip.

When he opened his eyes again, that familiar feeling returned…

He grabbed his silly little fortune teller and carried her back to his seat without saying a word. Then he held her tightly in his arms, trying to meld her into his body.

"If you hurt yourself even a little bit next time, even if it's just losing a single hair, I'll chop this kitchen up."

The voice was eerily calm, and Fu Xuan, chuckling foolishly in his arms, had no doubt about its authenticity.

"But I also lose hair when I wash it~"

"You know what I mean, I'll change the subject and then I'll spank you!" Yu Chen grumbled, holding her tightly.

Fu Xuan's tearful and aggrieved expression as he explained things had broken his heart...

God knows how much willpower he used to endure until now...