Captive King [ABO]

Duanmu Xiyue had imagined many times before seeing Fang Xiao.

The portrait is actually very different from the person himself, just like two people with the same appearance, if one is a high-ranking official and the other is a groom, people will have different views of him.

About appearance, half of it depends on your parents and half on yourself.

Whether it is Princess Xian or Lord of Morals, Fang Xiao can be regarded as a very special person.

He may be noble, or wise, or indifferent, or he likes to wear white, or he likes something different. Most Van Gogh people have more or less quirks.

Can an expert without quirks be called an expert?

At least among the people that Duanmu Xiyue has seen, those who have been famous for a long time have some problems.

For example, the sword does not leave the body, even if he is famous with his fists; for example, like an old naughty boy, who can’t fit in the rivers and lakes where there are already many old naughty boys; for example, white clothes, white hair and white beard, there is no fairy at all. Duanmu Xiyue has always felt that putting this white in the snow is a good dress for assassination!

However, Duanmu Xiyue never thought of a silly father who smirked and kept talking nice things in his arms.

Yes, father, not mother and father.

When Duanmu Xiyue thought about it, he knew Fang Xiao's intentions. Don't you want to be an Omega? Same as yourself?

Duanmu Xiyue wore a dark black dress, with long bangs sparsed to one side, blocking the mark on his eyebrows, a bit less charming and a bit more deep.

Such a dress, not like a leader, but like a killer.

Duanmu Xiyue led the horse, walked up to Fang Xiao, and asked politely, "Dare you ask if you are Fang Xiao?"

"It is, presumably the son is Duanmu..." Fang Xiao put down the ink and wash, looking at Duanmu Xiyue with curiosity in his eyes. The world's No. 1 demon leader in martial arts, this is a proper big boss in martial arts novels. In the popular comics, it is a highly popular male partner who keeps stealing the protagonist!

Duanmu Xiyue can be regarded as the best in appearance, figure or family martial arts.

And such a person, like himself, is an Omega, or even an unexpectedly innocent older Omega who has never been in a relationship? I have to say that Fang Xiao's curiosity was provoked, and his first impression of Duanmu Xiyue was also very good.

"Daddy, who is this elder brother?" Shui Mo pulled the corner of Fang Xiao's clothes, trying to get Daddy's attention back.

Duanmu Xiyue's eyes lit up at Fang Shuimo, and he decisively touched Fang Shuimo's bones.

"...Father, daddy, um..." Fang Shuimo, who was touched, filled his eyes with tears. Did he meet a pervert?

"Ahem, brother Duanmu, I know that my son's bones are surprised, so don't touch him, he is shy." Fang Xiao looked at his son's blushing face, and a secret pleasure and sensation rose in his heart. Oh, son The shy ones are so cute.

"Sorry." Duanmu Xiyue reluctantly put down his hand and touched Fang's ink head. "His internal skills are good. If I read it correctly, it is a long-lost faculty. The imperial palace really has a deep heritage." It is impossible to learn his martial arts after learning the utmost knowledge. If Fang Shuimo can learn his martial arts, maybe he can also teach him the best in the world.

"Thank you." Fang Xiao was in a good mood when he heard Duanmu Xiyue praise his son, "Ink and wash, this is your father's friend, you shout Duan... Uh, call Uncle Yue."

"Uncle Yue." The ink painting screamed out of face, and then ran behind Fang Xiao, leaning half of his head out, looking at Duanmu Xiyue curiously.

It's... so cute!

Duanmu Xiyue has always liked furry cute little things, but because the martial arts is too insidious, little animals dare not approach him. Now the uncle of ink painting really hit his cute soul.

"Good." Duanmu Xiyue took off his bracelet, and carefully wrapped it around his ink wash wrist twice, "This is a meeting gift from my uncle. Just stay there, you can be invincible."

"Ink and wash, thank you Uncle Yue."

"Thank you Uncle Yue... the bracelet is very beautiful."

The ink and wash looked at the silver bracelet on his wrist, with a few leaves carved on it, vividly and distinctly. Seeing the joy of Lie, the child immediately forgot the behavior of Duanmu attacking the moon just now.

"I heard that you will be celebrating your birthday soon. At that time, Uncle Yue will give you a great gift." Duanmu Xiyue wanted to pinch the ink face, but thinking that he had just met now, she had to change to pat the ink on the shoulder.

Hey, let's wait until I get acquainted with him.

"The guest room has been cleaned up, please, Master Duanmu."

"Just call me Xiyue." Duanmu Xiyue smiled, "Is it good for me to call you Big Brother Fang?"

"En." Master Fang Xiao is more than four years old, and many younger brothers are not at a loss. "It's just that I live in a place close to Wudang, so I should be fine." How can I say that there is no balance between right and evil in the martial arts. The leader of the demon sect lives under Wudang Mountain, will it be too provocative?

"It's okay. When I was young, my appearance has changed. It's okay to be careful. Even if something happens, it doesn't matter. Isn't this seat still afraid that this group of Taoists won't succeed?"

Duanmu Xiyue said with great confidence, only then did he show the domineering master of the demon cult.

Speaking of a fourteen-year-old child who beats invincible hands all over the world, how frustrated the martial arts of those who participated in the martial arts conference back then? You can't lose so fast even if you fight internally?

Fang Xiao murmured silently, holding his small ink hand, while talking to Duanmu Xiyue about the scenery of Wudang Mountain, he also asked Wen Duanmu Xiyue about how to celebrate the New Year.

"Um, Chinese New Year? In Demon Sect, the elder hall masters are usually gathered together, eat, drink, and send some beauties. Duanmu Xiyue, as the master, doesn’t need to do anything by himself. He only needs internal strength. It’s enough to make the domineering look of a generation of martial arts masters to frighten the unkind hall masters.

In other words, he couldn't make any suggestions.

Fang Xiao touched his forehead. Since this one doesn't know, just follow his own thoughts. There are many children on Wudang Mountain who just need red envelopes.

Wudang Mountain has strict control of children's education and strict control of pocket money. If Fang Xiao packs a silver bill, it is estimated that a penny will not be in the hands of the children, so he came up with a good idea.

Use glue to stick the copper plate on a piece of white paper, stuffing the red envelopes with three pieces for each red envelope.

This project is relatively big. Ink painting is a child, and he can't help with this kind of eye-consuming thing. Now that there is such a skilled labor force, Fang Xiao is not welcome.

It just so happens that Duanmu Xiyue hasn't seen the red envelopes very much, and he usually dumped the banknotes directly.

It hits it off, and it's embarrassing.

Cough cough cough cough, it doesn't seem right.

The two went back to coax the ink and wash to sleep, and began the journey of making red envelopes without mentioning it.

Under the double blow of firecrackers and the red color, the new year is coming soon.

"Happy new year, I wish you all the best and all the best..."

"I wish you martial arts in the coming year, and you will have a lot of money..."

"Where? Your child is a little skinny, but the person is still very smart. There will be no problem with homework next year."

...

"Mr. Fang's cousin is really handsome, and he is really beautiful." A bold voice came.

This person is the third elder in Wudang, Yan Rusi, known as the "Wudang White Eagle".

"Big Brother Yan is absurdly praised." Fang Xiao hurriedly greeted the people in, squeezing sweat silently in his heart. Nima, he is not familiar with this lord! The people who came to him for New Year's greetings before were basically the parents of the students. This brother Baiying didn't have any children or nephews with him.

The most important thing is that this one seems to have been highlighted by Duanmu Xiyue, who played in the martial arts conference that year, Duanmu Xiyue's men were defeated.

This will not be recognized, will it? I always feel that Yan Rusi's eyes look strange at Duanmu Xiyue.

"Sit down, please." Fang Xiao sat up to meet him, and secretly squeezed Duanmu Xiyue's hand underneath, hoping that he could speak less. Duanmu Xiyue squeezed Fang Xiao and signaled that he understood.

Alas, it's just a defeated man.

There are not too many people who lose to him. Ah, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha o (*￣▽￣*) ブ "Oh, this time there is a ruthless please." Yan Rusi finally shifted his eyes from Duanmu Xiyue’s face. Open, "I heard that Mr. Fang, you will leave after the Chinese New Year? But is it true?"

"This... this is indeed the case. This year, everyone from Wudang has taken care of it." Fang Xiao looked ashamed, "Originally, it takes three to five years to become a horseman, but the ink painting is still young. I hope he will do well. Apprenticeship to learn art. Wudang Mountain's martial arts is very good, but unfortunately my child is frail, it is estimated that he can't stand the suffering of Qingxiu in the mountains, so..." Fang Xiao is already full of helplessness, and his father's heart is beyond words.

Duanmu Xiyue held a face and silently complained in his heart. In addition to being shy in temper, your child's body is really not weak. Have you beaten a few influential adults, okay?

"Since it's for the children, I'm not so cheeky to ask your husband to stay." Yan Ru thought for a while, full of regret. "If the husband changes his mind, I hope to inform you in time. Also, this...teacher, Please be merciful next year."

Well, they were all discovered by others.

Yan Rusi's heart is really broad.

"It's easy to say." Duanmu Xiyue smiled brilliantly, "If you are at a Wudang party in the coming year, you must do it lightly."

"...Thanks a lot, then."

Yan Rusi probably also left after knowing that the leader's temperament and complexion hadn't changed much.

"Is Uncle Yue's martial arts very powerful?" the ink and wash tilted his head and asked, "Uncle Yan's martial arts are very powerful."

"Would you like to learn from me? I'm much better than him." Duanmu Xiyue squeezed the ink face, oh my hand feels so good. If he could be abducted to be an apprentice, it would be no better.

"Daddy?" He looked at Fang Xiao with ink-and-wash eyes.

"Ahem, whatever you want. Your Uncle Yue's martial arts is the best in the world. It's up to you to learn how much you can." Fang Xiao cleared his throat and said. He doesn't have the idea that righteous and evil are incompatible, and being able to have the top master to teach his son is simply a pie from the world, okay?

"Really? Who is that Uncle Yue's martial arts or Xian Wang?" asked the ink.

"King Xian?" Duanmu Xiyue was stunned. He has not been compared with King Xian. One is a master of the rivers and lakes, and the other is a royal prince. There is no intersection at all.

However, Xianwang's reputation has been relatively large recently, and perhaps children are also admiring heroes.

"One-on-one, I am definitely better than King Xian." Duanmu Xiyue said seriously.

"It's great, so I can protect Daddy." Ink and wash his claws, "I learned with Uncle Yue."

The daughter-in-law he is going to marry in the future must be very beautiful, and he will definitely be seen by the prince. When that happens, he can steal his daughter-in-law back.

Fang's soft-tempered ink painting, the only way he thought of was to steal it. Even if the grab is actually faster.

Fang Xiao pretended not to hear anything, he knew exactly what his son was thinking.

"This is your red envelope, hit the moon, happy new year." Fang Xiao handed out a red envelope.

"Hey? Give it to me?" Duanmu Xiyue took the red envelope, the weight is not heavy, it should be a silver ticket or something, but Duanmu Xiyue really has not received the red envelope.

"thanks."

"you are welcome."

"Bump~", the door of the house was kicked open, and outside the door was an angry Xuanyuanyu.

"Where is my red envelope?"