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

The cat suddenly opened its eyes and rubbed against her hand, as if it were being affectionate; it was very soft and sweet.

But Fu Xuan didn't linger. He simply waved lightly at it and turned to look at Yu Chen.

"Let's go~"

"Okay, let's go!"

The Sword Saint smiled and ruffled her hair, ignoring her displeased look as he straightened up and stretched.

As soon as his hand fell down, a soft, tender little hand reached out and took his.

Yu Chen smiled slightly and didn't look.

She simply gripped it tightly, her fingers threading through her own, and they strolled leisurely back towards the Tabushi Temple, their fingers intertwined.

"Are there many things to do today?"

"If there were still many things to do, would I let you drag me here for so long?"

"Oh...it's good to wander around often."

Do you think everyone is as idle as you?

"...Fu Xuan, I'm going to be so sad..."

"... "

"...Here's a hug for you, don't be sad..."

Fu Xuan suddenly stepped forward and blocked Yu Chen's path.

Her fair face had a faint blush, and her tender ear tips were slightly flushed.

"Ah…"

He laughed, squinting at the little diviner, and said, "Do you think a mere hug can comfort this Sword Saint?"

"…So what do you want?"

Fu Xuan glanced at him, already bracing himself for a bite.

"At least... three are needed!"

He proudly raised his face, put his hands on his hips, and looked smug, as if he were incredibly valuable.

"...Ha, look at you!"

Fu Xuan glanced at him speechlessly, looked back to make sure no one was watching, then opened his arms, raised his chin, closed his eyes slightly, and smiled faintly, looking a little arrogant.

"Here you go, installment payments or full payment, it's up to you!"

Yu Chen's lips curled up slightly, and the distance between the two disappeared instantly.

Fu Xuan was held tightly in his arms, and then... he couldn't speak.

"You clearly said it was just a hug..."

"I suddenly remembered that kissing more is good for my physical and mental health. Wouldn't you like that?"

“...Bad guy.”

"Yes, yes, yes, I am the bad guy, the number one bad guy in the Immortal Ship, the number one bad guy in the universe..."

A big bad guy who'll only be mean to you!

...

Taipus.

Xingxuan was already waiting in the office. Hearing the noise behind her, she turned around and looked.

The two tightly clasped hands swayed, their swaying glaringly obvious, and she gave Fu Xuan a strange smile.

That's really impressive, Lord Fu Xuan.

Fu Xuan blushed slightly under Yu Chen's gaze and tried to shake his hand, but Yu Chen held it tightly and he couldn't shake it off. Helpless, he had no choice but to give up for now.

Back in his seat, Yu Chen sat down next to Fu Xuan as if it were a matter of course, with a stern face, staring at Xing Xuan in front of him as if he were a diviner.

"Don't let go!"

Fu Xuan suddenly turned around and glared at him, then whispered a scolding.

Yu Chen's expression froze. He released her with a bitter look, gave her a long, brooding gaze like that of a wronged woman in the imperial palace, and silently got up and left.

Well, now that her capable assistant has arrived, I, her dispensable little secretary, am no longer needed!

Hmph, women!

"Pfft..."

Xingxuan couldn't help but laugh as she watched him dawdle, turning back every step of the way, his eyes filled with resentment.

Fu Xuan glared at him fiercely, watching him slowly disappear outside the door.

"That guy, all he does is make me angry!"

"Hehe... not entirely, I think he's quite interesting. Lord Fu Xuan, don't you get bored being with him like this?"

Xingxuan chopped up the documents, organized them, and handed them over.

Fu Xuan snorted, unconvinced. "What's so funny about it? All he does is tease and bully me, and...and..."

She suddenly stopped talking, and no one knew what she was thinking about. Her face unconsciously flushed again, making her look incredibly delicate.

Xingxuan's eyes gleamed with gossip. Looking at the shy Grand Diviner before her, she couldn't help but ask:

"What else? Little Xingxuan is very curious~ Can you tell me, Master Taibu?"

Xingxuan bent down, and the big rabbit hopped twice in front of Fu Xuan. Her eyes twitched slightly, and she unconsciously hugged her chest before looking up at the woman.

It was a sincere gaze, pure and without a trace of impurity.

She wanted to scold him, but the words stuck in her throat as she stared at his eyes.

"It's...it's like that!"

Fu Xuan was incredibly shy; telling someone about this was worse than killing her.

"What do you mean by 'that'?"

Xingxuan's smile widened even more. They're so cute, so incredibly cute!

"...It's...it's..."

Fu Xuan glanced at her discreetly and caught a glimpse of that fleeting, flirtatious expression, his eyes widening instantly.

"Xingxuan!!"

...

Yu Chen placed the tea he had personally brewed on the table, pouring one cup for each of the three cups.

He then narrowed his eyes at the two people in the room with a strange look, sensing that something was off about the atmosphere between them.

Fu Xuan's face was frighteningly red, and Xing Xuan seemed to be suppressing laughter, her face also turning red.

Why is it so weird?

"What interesting topics did you guys talk about just now? I'd like to hear them too, can you tell me?"

The Type-C Fu Xuan cast a death stare at him, causing Yu Chen's teacup to tremble slightly before he decisively lowered his head and shut up.

It seems something is making little Fu Xuan shy...

I'll secretly text Xingxuan later to cheer myself up!

hehehe~

Chapter 55 Type-C First Male Virtue

On this day, the useless Sword Saint finally came in slightly useful at the end of his workday.

He carried a bag of documents and became a 'deliveryman'; it was an unfamiliar place, with unfamiliar people.

However, the other party seemed to recognize his face, and during the handover, they addressed him as Mr. Yu Chen repeatedly, being extremely polite.

But they weren't calling him the Sword Saint, so they were clearly not showing respect for his identity.

Why is that?

Yu Chen stroked his chin thoughtfully and turned to walk away. A petite figure quietly slipped past, her head lowered as she muttered something to herself.

"Sigh... why were we waiting right at the door? What a pity, my card-playing buddies..."

Qingque lowered her head, seemingly unaware that a burly man was walking towards her, and bumped straight into him.

If it were someone else, they would probably avoid bumping into her, or they would be more than happy to get close to the girl.

But he wouldn't!

Yu Chen chuckled softly, his body suddenly shifting to the side in an extremely strange manner, drifting past Qing Que as if he were floating.

But they didn't even touch a single hair on her head!

What the hell? This is the number one male virtue in the Taliban!