The host wants to be human today

Chapter 1007
After coughing, the boy frowned slightly, stretched out his fingertips, and cleaned up the snow that fell on his neck.

Then he looked up at it.

Litang blinked guiltily, and silently put away the little paws she was about to say hello to.

Ah, she forgot that she was a tree.

One person and one tree stared at each other for a while, and the boy slightly looked away.

Hearing the movement from here, the young man who hadn't gone far quickly rushed over.

Then I saw my temple master standing under a peach blossom tree, his body was covered with a lot of snow, so that several places were darkened, obviously soaked through.

Looking again, there is still a pile of white snow on the ground.

His eyelids twitched, and he hurried over to pat the young man's clothes, persuading him.

"Monastery Master, go back to your room and change your clothes. I'll come over to the hot pot of ginger soup later. You drink it to dispel the cold."

After speaking, he looked around subconsciously again, with a puzzled expression.

There's nothing to see around here, it's worth running out for them.

Although it is rare to see peach blossoms blooming in mid-winter, it has been more than ten days, and I don’t think it’s a big deal after watching too much, not to mention that I didn’t see the temple owner interested in it a few days ago.

Coughing twice with his fingers against his lips, the boy slowly pursed his lips, and finally answered.

The young man came back to his senses, finally heaved a sigh of relief, and carefully helped him to leave.

Looking at the backs of the two, Litang blinked her eyes, tried hard to control her fingertips, and then swayed.

A slight "click" sound made the person who had just taken two steps subconsciously stop.

The young man looked over puzzled.

"Guardian?"

The boy did not explain to him, but turned slightly sideways, looking at a peach blossom that appeared out of nowhere on the ground, his crow-colored eyelashes quivering slightly.

Finally, he walked back silently and stayed in front of it.

The figure in the purple Taoist robe paused for a moment, then slowly bent down, stretched out his snow-white fingertips, and picked up the peach blossom branches on the ground.

After being outside for a long time in the cold, the already fair fingers were even paler at the moment, only when picking up the branch, the fingertips pressed a little hard, and a few streaks of blood were pressed out.

The snow-white fingers, brown branches, and those few bright pink petals seem to constitute the last color of this snow-white field.

Straightening up and looking at the peach blossom tree, the boy turned around and walked back again.

Although the young man felt strange looking at this scene, he was concerned about the other party's body and didn't think about it that much for a while.

After all, although the master of his family is kind, he doesn't have much interest in these decorations, and he doesn't want to pick this peach blossom specially.

After returning to the room, he waited for the young man to change his coat. He packed up his wet clothes and prepared to leave.

"Monastery Lord, you should rest well first, I'll make a pot of ginger soup."

The young man hummed, and when his eyes touched the peach blossom on the low table, he suddenly remembered something, and said in a low voice.

"Find a vase and raise it."

The young man was stunned for a moment, until he followed his line of sight, then remembered such a thing, and nodded quickly.

"Okay, I'll go find a glass bottle later."

After the young man left, the room became quiet, and the young man standing by the window coughed, went back to the table and sat down.

...

When the young man came in with ginger soup, he was not surprised to see this scene.

He sighed, handed the bowl to the boy, and went to the table to put the branch of peach blossom in a vase.

"Monastery Lord, drink it first and then watch."

He paused and added carefully.

"It's only a few days before that person comes over. If you are found to be sick then, the imperial physician will be alarmed."

(End of this chapter)