Miss Cousin is Always Busy

The atmosphere suddenly froze, and Qianxing's expression was shocked.

"Do you have someone you like? Who? What's your name? When did you meet?"

The leader of the Demon Cult is very angry. When did my green plum get raped by a pig?

"Let's talk about this later, you said that the saints are all the wives of the leader? The adoptive father didn't tell me."

"But we are the best match. My father said that you can be my wife."

"Tch, by the way, is your mother the last saint?"

"No."

Qianxing shook his head, not understanding why Junzi Shu suddenly asked this.

"Then do you know the previous saint?"

"I have a little impression that she is not in the church very much, and she hardly sees it once in a few years. Every time she comes back, she talks to my father for a while, stays with me for a while, and then runs out."

Qianxing was trying hard to remember, and said everything he remembered,

"Then do you know where her old things are?"

"I don't know about this. I have to ask the servant who has been serving me for a long time. Why are you asking this?"

"It's nothing, handle things by yourself, call me if you need anything."

Jun Zishu doesn't plan to leave yet, one is to let Qianxing stabilize the situation, and the other is to let Shen Zheyan think calmly.

"Okay... wait a minute! You haven't answered what you just gave me!"

Qian Xing remembered that Junzishu hadn't answered his words, and he was almost taken away by Junzishu again.

"Qianxing, it's impossible for you and me, sorry."

Junzi Shu shrugged and refused again.

She didn't expect that Qianxing would like her, after all, Qianxing was always against her, and he would hate her if he had nothing to do, who knew he liked her, it would be good if the gentleman didn't hit him.

But this also means that she doesn't need to interfere with anything, and the second one is just cannon fodder?

And this is a good thing, Junzi Shu touched his chin.

Youthful feelings are always poetry, but unfortunately, she is not the right person.

So it's better to reject it early and cut it off.

If you don't like it, you don't like it, why drag others down, Junzi Shu doesn't need to use other people's likes to prove his charm.

"why?"

Qianxing is very confused, he hasn't started to express himself, he hasn't started to pursue, how can it be impossible?

"Ah, yes, I like women."

Junzishu tried to speak in a relaxed and bright tone, in line with her usual attitude towards Qianxing, without being abrupt or deliberate.

"what?"

"You will always be my good brother. If you become a woman, maybe I will be more interested."

Jun Zishu rubbed his chin, his eyes rolled around Qian Xing's chirping, with a malicious light.

Qianxing subconsciously walked behind the table, blocking his penis.

What kind of sadomasochistic love is he playing? Qianxing is actually a tsundere middle school boy, the more he flirts with him, the deeper he remembers it.

Why bother, it's better to be more comfortable.

"are you serious?"

"I never joke about such big things."

"Do you like Shen Zheyan?"

Qianxing thought of the woman in white he saw, and also thought of the gentleman's book and some words he said.

"Yeah, how about it, I have a good eye."

"How can you like her?"

Qianxing looked at Junzi's book with the eyes of a fool, and didn't even care about the pain of falling in love before he started.

"Why can't I like her? Do you know that we two are childhood sweethearts? We grew up together. Later, something happened in our village. She and I depended on each other for life. It's just that she went to learn martial arts, and I was snatched here again, so we separated. .”

"She is good-looking, has a good temper, treats me well, and is good at martial arts. Why don't I like her?"

Gentleman's book snapped his fingers, giving thousands of lines the advantages of Shen Zheyan.

"I'm also good-looking, have a good temper, treat you well, and have great martial arts."

Qianxing said unconvinced, looking at Junzi's book with stubborn eyes.

"Are you afraid that you want me to beat you? If you don't quarrel with you for a day, you will feel bad, don't you?"

Junzi Shu rolled up his sleeves and stared at Qianxing.

The atmosphere became more relaxed, and Qianxing felt much better.

"Yanxi, do you really like her?"

"I really like it, it will never change!"

"But she is a righteous person. Do you know what it means for you to love each other?"

"I know."

"You know shit!"

Qian Xing patted the table, thinking that if his father were here, he would also be angry with the gentleman.

"They are well-known and decent. As long as they have a little relationship with us, they will all scream like they are infected with the plague. Does Shen Zheyan know that you are a saint?"

"do not know."

"They don't know your identity and you want to be nice to them? Are you trying to piss me off?"

Qianxing covered his chest, thinking that the person he liked might really have a bubble in his head.

"It's not a big problem. I'll just confess to her in the future."

"There are so many enemies, and the distinction between good and evil is not as simple as talking about it. Although we don't interfere with the river water now, it is already undercurrent. If one day, you are with her, her master knows you What will happen to her if people in Jianghu know your identities? Even if she is willing, her master is not willing! If one day we fight, what should she do? What should you do!"

Looking at the stern Qianyun, Jun Zishu knew that he was doing it for her own good.

The future does not look optimistic.

But there is no way, Shen Zheyan is her mission target, no matter how difficult it is, she must approach her, unless Shen Zheyan doesn't want to.

But since in the original plot, the leader of the Demon Cult can drink with Shen Zheyan, why can't she be a saint?

"Qianxing, I know you said so much for my own good."

Gentleman Shu sternly looked at Qianxing seriously.

Qianxing let out a soft hum from his nasal cavity, and raised his chin.

"I will not change my decision, but I will never betray the Devil's Cult. If she loves me, then I am willing to overcome all kinds of difficulties."

"What if she doesn't love you."

"Then I'll kill the person she likes, and let her kill me in the end?"

Junzishu blew on his fingers and said with a smile.

"It's crazy."

Qian Xing was taken aback by her words, rubbing the center of his brows, very distressed.

It is simply double unhappiness, superimposed together.

"If no one picks up trouble, it's impossible to fight. If someone picks up trouble, then deal with that side. The way is what people think."

Junzishu shrugged, very calm.

Qianxing didn't know what to say, he felt a headache and a little heartache.

"Qianxing, I suspect that you like me because..."

"Because of what?"

"I've been the only woman by your side since you were a child."

"Isn't the maid a woman?"

"Apart from this?"

"Six elders?"

"Your age determines your impossibility."

"Who wants to have a chance with her!"

"Okay, let's not talk about this. I'll go first. If you have something to do, let someone call me. I won't leave until your place is stable."

"Qianxing, you will be an excellent leader in the future."

"You still need to say this?"

A conversation that was supposed to break up unhappy just ended like this, and the atmosphere can be considered relatively harmonious.

Qian Xing's young boy's heart was torn apart, and then he was smashed to pieces by the gentleman's book, and then forcibly stuck together, he has to take it easy now.

Gentleman Shu went to inquire about the older servants who served him, and successfully found some things left by the previous saint.

Many things were gone, only some were received in a wooden box, Junzishu blew the ashes and opened the box.

It contained some jewelry and nothing else.

Jun Zishu saw the curtain with some bells that Yun Sheng said in it, and took the whole box away.

In the evening, Qianxing came to Jun Zishu for a drink.

Gentleman Shu thought about Qianxing's broken love and no one to drink with him, so he could only let her, the "culprit", be with him, so he sat down and drank with Qianxing.

Her alcohol capacity is not bad, and she drank one cup after another with Qianxing.

Qianxing might have drunk too much in the end, so he hugged the wine jar and dragged her to chatter.

"I like you so much, why don't you like me."

"There are so many people who like me, why should I like them one by one."

The gentleman book waved his hand, no appointment or no appointment.

"Yanxi, you are an idiot."

"You're an idiot."

The gentleman book is not happy, who is it to call a fool?

"You're still blind, I don't like this, what kind of shitty woman do I like?"

"You also like bullshit women, okay? You're blind."

Junzi also drank a lot of books, and he babbled back, although he felt that there seemed to be something wrong with what he said, but there seemed to be nothing wrong.

Xiaohuaxian said that she couldn't bear to look directly at this kind of elementary school students' scolding, and its host was much naive.

Qianxing finally lay down, but Junzishu was able to stand up.

Jun Zishu dragged Qianxing to a room in her yard, threw him up, and then wandered back to his room.

Jun Zishu lived comfortably on the side of the Devil's Cult, but Shen Zheyan on the other side fell into depression.

On the ninth day of parting from the little demon girl, I miss her.

Shen Zheyan found that she couldn't get motivated to do anything, so she wandered around Hangzhou every day, occasionally went to sit with Yun Sheng, drink tea, listen to stories, and there was nothing else to do.

In fact, I don’t really think about it, but when I am alone, I feel that the surroundings are too quiet, and I feel as if the gentleman’s book can push the door in the next moment, and then smile and say how it is today.

Shen Zheyan once again tasted the taste of longing, which is different from missing the deceased parents. It is not just worrying, sour and swollen, but also sweet.

Shen Zheyan thought, Junzi Shu should like her.

But she was not sure, after all, Junzi Shu didn't care about that matter so much, and she has always been very clingy to her, which stems from childhood intimacy.

What if Junzishu just treats her as a good sister?

Shen Zheyan sighed, feeling a little worried.

It was raining outside again, pattering.

The mountains and rivers here are gentle, and the rain is also gentle.

The damp water vapor seemed to have entered Shen Zheyan's heart, making her heart moist.

Is the little liar back today?

No.