This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

Chapter 117 Passionate but always seems ruthless

The range is very small, but the looming dimple is very sweet.

It was the first time Yao'er saw the fairy smile, her mouth opened wide in shock, and then she hugged Shen Yue excitedly, like a little wombat, her voice was sweet and soft.

"I like to see immortals smile, and immortals will often smile at me in the future, okay?"

He seemed to be acting like a baby, his voice was a little whiny, naive and charming.

After speaking, he picked up the flowers he had worked so hard to pick just now with his short legs, and stuffed them all into Shen Yue's arms.

"All these are for you. As long as you smile at me, I can pick more beautiful flowers for you."

His tone was so pompous, as if he had plucked gold.

Shen Yue bowed her head, her black hair drooped, her eyes were lowered and she smiled, her blue hair was blown by the breeze, her eyebrows and eyes were like clear spring water, clean and pure.

"The flowers are really beautiful."

Although she couldn't see it, she felt that it was extremely beautiful for no reason. Everything in Fengyan Valley must be extremely beautiful.

Unfortunately, she didn't have the chance to watch it.

The strong fragrance of flowers is not offensive, Shen Yue's face is surrounded by these colorful flowers, it is as white as snow in the sky and the moon on the ground.

The white jade-like fingertips gently touched the delicate flowers, but the pale pink fingertips were more conspicuous and beautiful than those gorgeous flowers.

Shen Yue suddenly asked, "Does Yao'er know the medicine for bringing the dead back to life?"

Yao'er is still in the sweet joy, and there is still some dirt on his white and tender cheeks, which he accidentally rubbed on when he picked the flowers just now.

Hearing Shen Yue's words, he was taken aback for a moment, thought about it with his own pure mind, then shook his head, "I haven't heard of it."

Shen Yue was not discouraged when she heard that, it was normal for Yao'er not to know, after all, she was just a child, she would not remember too much, so she just asked.

But Yao'er took it to heart, he took Shen Yue's hand with his fat fingers, and asked in a soft, sweet voice, "Is that thing important to a fairy?"

Shen Yue thought for a while, then nodded, "It's very important."

Yao'er secretly remembered it in her heart.

When Changsheng came back, he saw Shen Yue surrounded by flowers.

The snow-white clothes were covered with bright red petals, and the long hair like a waterfall slanted down all over her body, stained with bits and pieces of falling red.

Chang Sheng walked over quietly, stretched out his hand to grab her hanging sleeve, and tugged hard like a teaser.

Shen Yue turned her head to look over, her eyebrows were picturesque, and the eyes reflected a dim light.

"Yao'er, don't make trouble."

She thought Yao'er was playing tricks on her again.

Yao'er is chasing beautiful butterflies on the other side. Children have such a personality, they always want to give their most beautiful things to their favorite people.

He took a fancy to the butterfly and wanted to give it to the fairy.

Changsheng was thinking of playing a prank, and without making a sound, he approached silently, stretched out his hand and gently touched the tip of Shen Yue's nose, and then quickly retracted it when Shen Yue raised his hand.

So repeated, it is very teasing.

The tip of Shen Yue's nose was itchy, seeing that "Yao'er" was not obedient, she hugged him.

The overly tall and strong body made Shen Yue startled, Chang Sheng was also startled by the sudden embrace, his whole body became extremely stiff, his pupils constricted slightly, and he raised his hand subconsciously.

Time seems to be passing slowly at this moment.

The faint fragrance mixed with the strong floral fragrance turned into a very attractive smell, maintaining a somewhat stiff posture with a bit of sweet shyness.

This extremely strange and intimate feeling made Changsheng's earlobe reddish, and his hand hanging by his side unconsciously clenched into a fist.

"Longevity."

Shen Yue smelled the faint scent of medicine on the man's body, she slowly let go, raised her head and called his name.

The soft and cool body left, and for some reason, he felt a deep loss in his heart. He bit the tip of his tongue to suppress the weird sour feeling spreading in his heart.

"it's me."

Because Shen Yue was sitting, but hearing the man's voice, she could feel that he was above her. Her eyebrows were clear and her eyes were clear, like distant mountains and calm waters.

She asked very simply, "Did you touch me just now?"

The fallen flowers rustled by the wind, fluttered over and hit the shoulders of Shen Yue's white shirt, then rolled down gently, the white became whiter, and the red line was bloody.

When Changsheng heard it, his cheeks turned a faint blush in shock, his brows and eyes were shy, and his tongue couldn't be controlled, "I, I didn't touch you..."

I just want to touch you.

Chang Sheng didn't say the following words, but looked at Shen Yue with heavy eyes.

In the middle of the night, Chang Sheng was still fiddling with those medicinal herbs, and the figure of a person was stretched very long by the candlelight.

There are cicadas chirping outside, and the sound of the breeze slapping on the window, revealing a sense of coolness.

Changsheng recorded all the herbs picked today on a stack of paper, his handwriting is just like him, clear and smooth.

"If you don't sleep anymore, you won't grow taller."

Chang Sheng made a faint sound, and then the little figure who had been hiding at the door sneaking around appeared, and walked over timidly.

Changsheng didn't even raise his eyes, "It's so late and you still don't sleep, what are you doing in the pharmacy?"

Stepping lightly on the shadow with her toes, Yao'er snapped her fingers, "...I'm here to find a medicine."

"What medicine?" Chang Sheng dipped some ink and continued to record.

"The medicine that brings the dead back to life."

The originally smooth writing brush paused, and it didn't take a while to smudge with thick ink marks, but no one cared, Chang Sheng raised his head, his expression was dim under the dim light.

He asked lightly, "What are you looking for?"

Yao'er straightened her small chest, with an innocent smile on her immature face, and her voice was soft and sweet, "The Immortal said this medicine is very important to her, I want to find it out and give it to her, the Immortal will be very happy, When she is happy, I am happy."

Chang Sheng tightly squeezed the writing brush in his hand, and with a click, it was directly pinched into two halves by him.

Anger spread with distorted dark emotions, and a thick sourness flowed from the deepest part of the heart. The heart seemed to be clenched tightly by someone. Changsheng's fingertips were so hard that they lost their blood, and the dark eyes that were always calm were full of emotions.

His voice was hoarse and dry, as if he was desperately suppressing something.

"Did she come to ask you for it herself? Asked you to come here to look for it?"

Yao'er didn't see anything wrong with Changsheng, the smile on his face faded a little, he was a little distressed, he curled his lips, "No, I was looking for it, because I think that medicine is like medicine to a fairy. Very important."

Because the fairy thought it was important, he wanted to find it out and give it to her.

Chang Sheng lowered his head, feeling that his breath was tingling. He threw away the broken brush in his hand, walked to the window, and looked at the moon outside.

All ambiguous thoughts are like bubbles, and then they are pierced by a force needle, shattering the bitter delusion.

　Say, who didn't hand in the ticket today?Pull out and behead for public display
　　
　
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