Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

Yan Ke looked at Zhao Xuehan for a while, then slowly turned and left.

Zhao Xuehan was covered in white sweat by him. He looked around and found that no one around him was paying attention to him.Although he watched Wang Wu die, the group of monks seemed to have identified the murderer long ago, and no one doubted him.

Zhao Xuehan didn't want to stay in this room any longer.When the boss complained to the monks that someone died in the kitchen and the business could not continue, he sneaked out of the room and slipped back to the guest room.

There is no light in the house, and the faint moonlight shines in through the window lattice, but it can be seen clearly.

Yan Ke was sitting at the table, saw Zhao Xuehan coming in, raised his eyes to look at him, then looked away, and didn't speak.

There is only air around his eyes, no words.No mental activity whatsoever.

It seemed that he didn't intend to deal with him now, so there shouldn't be any danger.Zhao Xuehan thought.

Although Yan Ke didn't talk to him, he still had to say something to Yan Ke.

"I didn't kill that guy today." Zhao Xuehan said. "I just came across it by chance."

"I know." Yan Ke didn't look at him.

Zhao Xuehan curled her lips, took out the silver taels that Yan Ke gave her before going out, and put it on the table.

"I spent forty Wen today." Zhao Xuehan said, "This is the remaining money."

Yan Ke didn't go to get the silver coins on the table, but narrowed her eyes slightly, and turned her head to look at Zhao Xuehan.

Seeing Yan Ke's expression changed, Zhao Xuehan couldn't read his thoughts, and his heart beat again.

"You don't need to return the money to me." Yan Ke said.

Zhao Xuehan froze for a moment.The money was spent for him, and he really didn't need to pay Yan Ke back.However, his action of repaying the money was like a conditioned reflex, without thinking at all.

Zhao Xuehan patted his head, but couldn't figure out why he would do that.He quietly cast a glance at Yan Ke, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

Yan Ke won't be suspicious again.Zhao Xuehan thought to himself.

However, Yan Ke gently closed his eyes.He shook his head slightly, a hint of helplessness appeared on his stern face like a knife.This helpless expression softened his expression a lot.

Zhao Xuehan stared at Yan Ke.He saw the corners of Yan Ke's mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

That smile was like the sun shining through the cracks in the cracked ice. For some reason, Zhao Xuehan was at a loss, and his heart began to beat faster.

"You don't have to be so obedient all the time." Yan Ke said softly, slowly opened his eyes and looked at him.

Those faint blue eyes merged with the moonlight, projecting on Zhao Xuehan with a little haze.Zhao Xuehan's heart seemed to jump out of his throat.

It's not fear.Zhao Xuehan knew, but was a little confused.He didn't know where the confusion came from.He wanted to say something to Yan Ke, but his tongue seemed to be knotted, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Yan Ke kept looking at him, but his expression gradually dimmed.He lowered his eyes, and the arc of the corner of his mouth also dropped.That smile seemed to be fleeting, but disappeared in an instant.

"Already...not here." Zhao Xuehan saw a line of words appearing in Yan Ke's eyes.Those blue eyes seemed to have a slightly sad look at this moment.

He stared blankly at Yan Ke, trying to see something from him.However, that line of words has been frozen at "not anymore", and has never changed.

Who is gone.he thought blankly.Could it be...

Yan Ke raised his head, his expression returned to his usual sternness.

"Go to sleep." He said to Zhao Xuehan.

Zhao Xuehan nodded mechanically, walked to the bed, but thought wrongly.

I can't just sleep like this.Today, I haven't even touched the beginning of the first eye spell.If I went to bed early, wouldn't I waste one-third of these precious three days?

Thinking of this, he took courage, turned around, walked to the table and sat down facing Yan Ke.

Yan Ke raised his eyes and looked at him lightly.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Zhao Xuehan swallowed his saliva.He hasn't figured out how to ask Yan Ke to learn spells so that he won't be suspicious.

"I..." He rolled his eyes, glanced at the melon and fruit bowl on the table, and immediately thought of a stupid way.

Zhao Xuehan took out an apple from the plate and put it in front of Yan Ke. "Cut me an apple," he said.

While talking, Zhao Xuehan carefully observed Yan Ke.He asked Yan Ke to cut the apple because he gambled that Yan Ke was both Zhao Xuehan's subordinate and his bed partner.If the relationship between the two is so close, cutting an apple should not be considered an excessive order.

But if Zhao Xuehan usually cuts apples for Yan Ke, that's a different story.He had to think of other ways.

Fortunately, Yan Ke seems to have done such a thing.He glanced at Zhao Xuehan, didn't speak, and his expression didn't change. He reached out to take the apple away, but Zhao Xuehan blocked him.

"Don't touch it with your hands, I..." He hesitated, "I think your hands are dirty."

Yan Ke's movements stopped.Cold sweat broke out on Zhao Xuehan's body, if he didn't want Yan Ke to use eye surgery to cut apples so that he could observe for himself, he wouldn't be so beating and say such words.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, Zhao Xuehan didn't even dare to look at Yan Ke, for fear that a hard fist would hit his face in a short while.

However, Yan Ke didn't seem to have such a plan, Zhao Xuehan only heard a slight sigh, and then there was a click, the apple split in two in front of him, revealing the black core.

Can't see anything!Zhao Xuehan was afraid and anxious, so he couldn't help gritting his teeth. "You...you slow down," he made a disgusted expression, and carefully glanced at Yan Ke, "the juice is splashing on me!"

Yan Ke raised his eyes and stared at Zhao Xuehan coldly.Zhao Xuehan was trembling when he saw it, and couldn't help looking away. "Forget it..." He was about to give up, "I won't let you cut it, I'll just eat it like this..."

However, before he finished speaking, the apple on the table slowly rose into the air.Yan Ke stared at the apple quietly, a breeze gushed out of the air, slowly sliding along the surface of the apple, peeling off the peel little by little.

Zhao Xuehan stared at Apple intently, and at the same time paid attention to Yan Ke's movements.He flicked his fingers slightly, and the wind in the air changed direction, cutting off the flesh one by one.

Yan Ke cut very slowly, so slow that during the cutting process, the apple juice slid down along the direction of the wind, dripping onto the table drop by drop.Yan Ke frowned slightly, and took out a new plate to catch the pulp and juice.

He cut the apple for a while before slowly cutting the apple.Zhao Xuehan didn't dare to blink his eyes, and watched with all his attention until Yan Ke pushed the piled fruit in front of him.

Zhao Xuehan settled down.Although he had just carefully observed the whole process, he was still a little puzzled.He cleared his throat and decided to play the clean freak to the end.

"It's well cut," he praised pretendingly, "I just don't know the wind here." He waved his hand in the air, "Will it be clean..."

"It's not the wind here." Yan Ke interrupted him briefly, "It's my wind."

He looked at Zhao Xuehan coldly: "If you think I'm not clean enough, then don't eat it."

"How...how could it be?" Zhao Xuehan smiled stiffly, and immediately picked up an apple and threw it into his mouth.

It seems that Yan Ke didn't use the air to use the exercises by manipulating the air, but directly emitted "qi" by himself.He thought as he chewed the apple.If I can vent out and control my qi, I should be considered to have learned the eye-first technique.

But the question is how to release this "qi".This certainly cannot be directly consulted to Yan Ke.Thinking of this, Zhao Xuehan tried her best not to show a frowning expression.

Master Lu's group of monks should know how to control "Qi".but……

Zhao Xuehan thought for a while, but still shook his head secretly.

This apple was sour, and Zhao Xuehan's teeth fell down after eating it.However, under Yan Ke's watchful eyes, Zhao Xuehan didn't dare to push the plate of apples he specially cut aside, and could only stuff them into his mouth mouthful.

Yan Ke silently looked at Zhao Xuehan for a while, then reached out and took the plate away.

"Don't eat it," he said, emptying a dish of pulp back into the fruit bowl.

Zhao Xuehan was secretly heaving a sigh of relief, but was suddenly hugged by Yan Ke.Before he could panic, he felt the back of his head hit the hard bed with a bang.

"Hurry up and go to bed." After throwing Zhao Xuehan onto the bed, Yan Ke ordered in a cold voice, and then sat down with her back to Zhao Xuehan.He looked like he didn't want to mess around with him any more.

Zhao Xuehan rubbed his head, staring at Yan Ke's back.The bump made him dizzy, and he didn't care about thinking about anything, he turned over and fell on the bed, and fell asleep as if fainted.

In the dimness, he felt as if someone came to his bedside, sighed and gently rubbed the painful part of him.But that human hand was very hard, and after a few touches, it turned into an awl and pierced his head fiercely.

Zhao Xuehan let out a loud cry and quickly bounced up.But I saw the old actor I saw on the stage during the day.He was wearing an indigo robe, staring at himself gloomyly, with a big blood bag in his mouth, spewing out blood.Spray this and that, and after a while, the place where Zhao Xuehan stayed was all red.

Zhao Xuehan suddenly felt a pain in his neck.He reached out to touch it, and found a long wound.Blood flowed from the wound like a waterfall.

There was a panic in his heart, and he covered the wound with his hands.

"I'm back at last," he heard himself say to himself. "I didn't think I'd go, and I didn't think I'd come back."

Zhao Xuehan looked up at the old man, and the old man also looked at him.The wrinkles on the old man's face gradually disappeared, revealing a young face.

"What are you afraid of?" The young man asked in a low voice with a cold face.

Zhao Xuehan suddenly opened his eyes.

It was just dawn.The lobby, which had been noisy for most of the night, was also extraordinarily quiet at this time.Zhao Xuehan sat up from the bed, stretched out two fingers and pressed his temples.

Yan Ke was not in the room, so he didn't know where he went.