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

Chapter 151 Passionate but always seems ruthless

So Shen Yue would set the tranquilizing technique for a longer time, so that the little tree spirit wouldn't come running over foolishly every day.

This little tree spirit couldn't help it either, it leaked as soon as it came, Shen Yue had no choice but to comfort her all the time, but she really couldn't understand what it was chirping, and there was a language barrier between the two of them.

Xuancheng didn't pay much attention to the little tree spirit who seemed to have little spiritual power.

Shen Yue's complexion did not change because of going down the mountain, she was still pale and sickly, but her lips were full and bright red, with three thousand silver threads in a small bundle, her hair looked particularly silky, maybe she was really sick, let her Her eyebrows are a little more sick.

It really doesn't look good.

"Brother." Xuancheng said with concern, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Shen Yue lowered her head slightly, stretched out her jade-like fingertips to support her forehead, silver threads were hanging down, her noble and indifferent eyebrows revealed an unattainable coldness.

She spoke, her voice was unexpectedly soft: "No problem."

She didn't seem to like talking more about this matter, she turned around and was about to leave, but Xuancheng suddenly grabbed her wrist, and with a bit of brute force, pulled Shen Yue in front of her abruptly, lifting her up. Hands touch her cheek.

The skin of the tentacles was soft and cold, Xuancheng frowned his pretty eyebrows almost instantly, and even his usually flamboyant face turned cold, without the slightest smile.

"Is this what you mean by nothing? Do you have something to hide from me?"

Generally, when one's cultivation reaches the Mahayana stage, there will be no birth, old age, sickness and death. With Shen Yue's cultivation, it should be impossible for her to contract any cold or other diseases, unless she is injured.

But it does not prevent other diseases, such as heart disease.

Shen Yue's whole body was stiff, her lips pursed slightly, and the little tree spirit lying on her shoulders seemed to have sensed Shen Yue's emotions, and began to howl.

With a sullen face, Xuancheng grabbed her wrist, but before he could check it, he was already freed.

He was short of breath, and felt more and more that there was something wrong, and even his voice became stronger, "Xiyu, are you really hiding it from me?"

Shen Yue hid her wrist in her sleeve, with a calm expression on her face: "No."

If Shen Yue hadn't retracted her wrist so quickly, maybe he would have believed it, but her evasive attitude is very doubtful.

"If it's really not there, why don't you let me touch it?" Looking at Shen Yue's pale and sickly face, he felt a sense of irritability and depression in his chest, which made him feel agitated all over his body, "Or, you Don't want me to touch it?"

In fact, Xiyu has disliked being touched and approached by others very early on. She rarely smiles, as if she is not close to all her seniors and is often alone.

But for a young man, she is always indulgent. Her preference for that young man is seen by everyone, some are jealous, some are envious, but most of them are unwilling.

He couldn't touch it, so could that boy be able to touch it?

Fearing that Xuancheng would probe his wrists again, Shen Yue retracted her hands into her wide sleeves, she didn't like to have such direct contact with people, her hands hidden under her sleeves trembled, she forcibly endured it, and didn't show anything strange, " There is no cure for heart disease, so you don't have to guess any more."

Xuancheng also didn't quite believe that someone in this world could hurt Shen Yue, but Shen Yue's pale face still made him a little worried.

All the expressions on Xuancheng's restrained face returned to the usual unrestrained spirit, and when he spoke, he spoke in a lazy, loose tone, and softly asked: "Don't think too much, isn't there a hot spring in Yunling Mountain? ? When you are free, go to take a dip, don't stay in the Ziqing Palace all day, you will get sick if you are not sick."

Xuancheng knew better than anyone else that Shen Yue's heart disease was not suppressed, but existed from the very beginning, since hundreds of years ago.

It's just that he didn't say it, and he didn't want to say it because of his own selfishness.

He looked at the white-clothed fairy in front of him seriously, his hair brushed his brows as cold as frost and snow. Over the past few years, the expression on her face has almost become less and less, and Xuancheng has almost never seen her smile.

Xuancheng didn't stay here for long and left in a hurry. Apart from cultivation, he would also be in charge of some matters of Qingyun Sect, and Shen Yue was no longer the head of the sect. Many things were resolved by the elders themselves.

Shen Yue also wanted to be clean, without any trivial matters, and she was light-weight, playing chess and making tea alone without feeling bored.

Qing Yun Sect has been very lively these days, some new disciples have come, and all of them will make a fuss. At the beginning, they are all arrogant and difficult to train. After learning, the arrogance will be worn away, followed by maturity and growth.

It can be regarded as peace of mind to recuperate, Shen Yue is completely Buddhist now, she doesn't hear anything outside the window, she doesn't care about everything in the door, and has become the most leisurely person in Qingyun Sect.

After all, the little tree spirit is still a little fairy, drinking dew, and sucking the essence of the sun and the moon, Shen Yue found that this little tree spirit is not only chirping, but also chirping, but only those who are in a good mood Only then will it squeak.

For example, she has been with the little tree spirit for the past few days. It should be very happy. It hugs her fingers sticky every day and makes a creaking sound. Being happy made her feel a little better.

Shen Yue played chess with herself on the stone table under the peach tree. The little tree spirit has been very active recently, running around every day, chasing butterflies, but if she catches them, she can't catch any of them, but she is very energetic.

She would always pick some flowers and put them by Shen Yue's hand.

Holding the flowers in her hand, Shen Yue was stunned for a moment, as if there was a child hundreds of years ago who would pick a lot of flowers for her every day. They were very fragrant, but they were not pungent at all, and on the contrary they smelled good.

In fact, she didn't remember very clearly, she just knew that she had an agreement with the child, but when she rushed over, there was no sign of the child.

There are many peach blossoms in Ziqing Palace, but there are few other types of flowers, and Shen Yue doesn't know where the little tree spirit picked this flower.

Seeing Shen Yue staring at the flowers in a daze, the little tree spirit groaned.

Shen Yue came back to her senses, her brows and eyes were soft, and her cold voice seemed to be tinged with incredible warmth.

"It looks good and smells good, I like it very much."

The soft green creature was so happy that it almost got knotted, bouncing and squeaking in her palm, squeaking very cheerfully, and rubbing against Shen Yue's fingertips, it was very sticky.

Knowing that it was happy, Shen Yue couldn't help being happy.

It's so easy to be content.

The fragrance of the flowers is charming, and the pink petals are slowly falling, fascinating people's eyes.

(End of this chapter)