In-house help system

The top of the mountain is really as Jing Lie said...well, it's kind of dark, so I can't see it clearly.

The two sat on the soft grass, facing the moon, and said some innocuous words over the wine.

For some reason, the wine in the wine jug was very undrinkable, and it soon bottomed out. Jing Lie said that he wanted to take another jar, but he couldn't stop it.

Ji Wenliang couldn't persuade him, so he had to let him go.

Just now, Jing Lie's voice could be heard everywhere, noisy, although he didn't pay much attention to what he was talking about, but it was always very lively.

Now that Jing Lie was gone, he was the only one left, and the top of the mountain was quiet again, so quiet that one could hear the sound of the wind blowing the trees and the whirling leaves.

Ji Wenliang lay on the lawn, stared at the moon for a while, felt a little sore in his eyes, and closed them.

When I closed my eyes like this, I just felt tiredness pouring into my blood, and with the blood flowing into my limbs and bones, I felt dizzy.

His hands and feet were limp, and his consciousness was drowsy.

There were vaguely rustling footsteps and a few words.

"Why are you sleeping here?"

"Your Majesty said...you haven't returned, I'm afraid you're sleeping...the residence has been cleared..."

The voice was small, like a mosquito, and very annoying. Ji Wenliang frowned, put his index finger on his lips, and made a shh gesture.

Sure enough, only the sound of the wind was left in my ears again, but for some reason, the sound of the wind gradually picked up, making my cheeks hurt, and then slowed down and finally stopped.

The mouth touched something warm, and there was a smell of herbs, it must be some kind of wine brought by Jing Lie.

He was still a little sensible, knowing that if he drank again, he might have an accident, so he moved his head back and muttered: "Brother, I can't drink any more."

Unexpectedly, the other party was chasing after him, as if he wanted to pour wine into his mouth.

"Um……"

Ji Wenliang snorted softly, shook his head, dodged left and then again, but still couldn't dodge, raised his hand to sweep, only heard a loud bang, accompanied by a cry of fear.

The loud noise was quite ear-piercing in the dark silence, even though he was dulled by drunkenness, he still opened his eyes.

Looking towards the source of the sound, I saw a little rabbit demon half-kneeling on the ground, picking up broken porcelain pieces with his head down. He guessed that the loud noise was made by the broken bowl.

It turned out that I didn't know when I had already returned to the cave, half leaning on the head of the bed.

"Holding... sorry." Ji Wenliang said in a stumbling manner, moving his body to get out of bed to help.

The arm was pinned down.

He looked up and was stunned.

The person sitting beside the bed was none other than Killing God.

Ji Wenliang was overjoyed at first, and then asked in doubt: "Shen Jun... on this face... is it raining outside?"

Why is the face of Shi Shen, who has always loved cleanliness, so wet?

With his dazed effort, the little rabbit demon has already cleaned up the debris on the ground.

"Servant, serve another bowl of hangover soup."

After all, he gave a salute and backed out.

Although Ji Wenliang was dizzy, he still understood.

It turned out that what was brought to his mouth just now was not wine, but hangover soup, no wonder there was no wine smell.

It must be Shishen feeding him the soup, but he knocked over the bowl without knowing what to do, and even made Shishen make a face.

sin sin.

After thinking clearly, he got up from the bed, leaned forward, and wanted to see clearly.

As he got closer, Feng Li instinctively leaned back.

"Don't move, I... I'll wipe it for you."

Ji Wenliang spread out his right hand, and whispered the decision in a low voice.

Immediately, a square white handkerchief appeared out of nowhere in the palm of his hand, with a flower embroidered on the corner.

Holding the handkerchief, he wiped it seriously.

The handkerchief has a light fragrance and is soft in texture. When it touches the skin, it is like a breeze blowing on the face.

Feng Lishou held Ji Wenliang's wrist tightly, and said in a low voice: "No need."

As soon as the words fell, a cleansing technique was applied, and the water marks on the face disappeared, even the wet marks on the handkerchief disappeared.

In this way, it showed Ji Wenliang's stupidity.

He lowered his arms resentfully, let go of his hands, let the handkerchief flutter and fall to the ground, drooped his curly eyelashes, and said: "The gods are so powerful, so I don't need them."

Right, right, how did he forget?

Killing God doesn't need his help.

What should... what should I do?

The sound of footsteps coming from the hole interrupted his train of thought.

The little rabbit demon just now came back again, holding a green bowl in his hand.

"The hangover soup is ready."

"Thank you." Ji Wenliang took the bowl, smiled faintly at the little rabbit demon, and drank it up.

Seeing the gentleness and politeness of this honored guest, the little rabbit demon only thought that he was already sober at this moment, and was secretly amazed at himself, but at the next moment, he raised his arm and let go.

Seeing that the bowl was about to fall to the ground again, she caught it firmly with sharp eyesight and quick hands.

But Ji Wenliang fell down a long time ago and lay back on the bed, looking like he was going to sleep.

It turned out that it wasn't that I was sober, it was just that I was quieter after being drunk.

Seeing that he was fine, the little rabbit demon turned around and said to Feng Li: "Shenjun, your residence has been cleaned up, and this servant will take you there..."

In a daze, Ji Wenliang seemed to hear that Shi Shen was about to leave, and sat up from the bed.

He looked at the little rabbit demon with wide eyes, and then at the frowning Killing God.

He remembered.

Be enthusiastic, take the initiative, and stalk.

Ok.

So amidst the exclamation of the little rabbit demon, Ji Wenliang threw himself into Feng Li's arms.

"Don't go."

Feng Li's whole body was stiff, and he didn't know where to put his arms.

Seeing the little rabbit demon blushing and standing like a stone sculpture, he said unnaturally: "Go down first."

The little rabbit demon even forgot the basic etiquette, and ran away without a trace.

Feng Li raised and lowered his arm, and finally landed on Ji Wenliang's back, encircling him.

"what happened?"

The voice was very soft, as if afraid of disturbing the quiet night.

He used a gentle tone that he didn't even notice.

Ji Wenliang buried his head in his neck, and said sullenly: "It's okay."

It doesn't matter, the first demon king is not with you, I will be with you.

In the future... If I die in the future, the heroine will accompany you.

Anyway, you won't be left alone.

Feng Li thought he was talking drunk, pulled him out of his arms, looked into his eyes and asked, "What's the matter with you? Huh?"

Ji Wenliang didn't dare to look him in the eye, but just said: "Can you not go?"

"Then where do I sleep?"

Ji Wenliang patted the bed.

Feng Li didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he didn't expect this person to look like this when he was drunk.

It's unreasonable to talk to a drunk person. He pressed Ji Wenliang's shoulder and told him to lie down, "Go to sleep first."

Ji Wenliang stared into his dark eyes and asked, "Then you won't go?"

Feng Li was silent for a while, and finally said slowly: "I won't leave."

Only then did Ji Wenliang fall asleep in peace.

Feng Li said he couldn't leave, and he really didn't. He sat by the bed and watched Ji Wenliang all night. When it was almost dawn, he leaned against the bedpost and closed his eyes.

There is a hole on the top of the cave, which is sealed with an enchantment, and the wind and rain cannot enter, but the sun can pour down without any scruples, illuminating the room brightly.

Ji Wenliang shook his eyelashes and opened his eyes, only to see a black shadow.

He shuddered, fully awake.

Why did Shi Shen... why did he sleep here?

Memories come back bit by bit, yesterday when Jing Lie told him about the former Demon King, he was a little drunk.

Later... Later he asked Jing Lie such a stupid question, how could Jing Lie fail to realize that he was talking about killing gods?

Jing Lie also gave him an idea, what is it?

Ah!

Ji Wenliang stroked his forehead.

He remembered.

Be enthusiastic, take the initiative, and stalk.

What kind of bad idea is this?

After that, there was a big and round moon, the whistling wind in my ears, and the faint fragrance of hangover soup...

Then, he hugged Shishen and told him not to leave...

Ji Wenliang blushed all of a sudden.

He sneaked a glance at Killing God, seeing that he was still awake, he couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief.

As the saying goes, what you say after drinking is all nonsense, and you can't take it seriously, presumably... presumably Killing God will not blame him.

So, is it because of the painting that Killing God came back?Although according to Jing Lie, that painting is useless...

Ji Wenliang probed his chest, and suddenly froze.

Why is that painting gone?

Feng Li was awakened by the sound of cloth rubbing against each other. He opened his eyes, thinking that he had misread.

Ji Wenliang was wearing a white singlet, standing on the bed, shaking his black robe.

His behavior became more and more weird, could it be that he was infected by Jing Lie?

"Cough," Feng Li felt that it was inappropriate to keep staring at him, coughed, turned his head to one side, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Seeing that Feng Li woke up, Ji Wenliang didn't care about the embarrassment of last night. Seeing that there was no painting in his robe, he started turning the quilt again, saying, "I lost it."

"What? What's missing?"

At this time, Ji Wenliang had searched the entire bed, but still did not see the shadow of the painting.

She said with shame on her face, "I... I lost the painting."

Feng Li thought it was something important, and just about to throw it away, he just threw it away, but saw that Ji Wenhao seemed to have remembered something, hurriedly put on his shoes, put on his robe, tied his hand with a belt and said, "I want to I got up, I went to the mountain last night, I... I'll look for it."

After all, before Feng Li could speak, he ran out.

In the tunnel, he seemed to have bumped into someone, he was anxious and didn't stop.

It was none other than Jing Lie.

Seeing Ji Wenliang running out in a panic and disheveled clothes, Jing Lie felt strange, when he raised his head, he ran into Feng Li again.

A sentence popped into his mind instantly.

Wine is a sex matchmaker.

Brother, I asked you to be enthusiastic, active, and stalking, and you don't have to be like this... just.

Alas, love makes people so humble.

Jing Lie's gaze was warm and strange, it was hard to ignore.

"what are you doing?"

Not afraid of Feng Li's cold tone, Jing Lie moved closer to him, showing a malicious smile, "Do you like him?"

He asked so bluntly that Feng Li's expression changed.

However, it was only for a moment, he straightened his expression, and returned to his neither happy nor angry appearance.

Without even looking at Jing Lie, he left directly.

"Hey," Jing Lie called out looking at his slender back, "Do you want to know what he thinks?"

Feng Li has been alone for thousands of years, and has never stopped for anyone.

Jing Lie's words made him stop.

Jing Lie said that the scenery on the mountain is good, it is really good.

It is spring, and all kinds of flowers and plants have accumulated the strength of a winter, only waiting for the moment when the ice and snow melt, they will all be released, desperately showing their vitality.

The flowers in the demon world are different from other places. They disdain to compete for beauty in one place, and have a strong sense of territory.

You are on this mountain, and I am on that mountain. We each have our own beauty, so there is no need to compete.

But the leaves are also very considerate, they try to hide their figure as much as possible, so that those extreme spring colors can be connected together without gaps.

So looking around, there are patches of crimson, patches of bright yellow, patches of light pink...

In this colorful color, there is a touch of pure white, which is not very outstanding, but Feng Li recognized it at a glance.

With a light push, he flew towards that hillside.

Clusters of flowers gradually became distinct, and the fragrance gradually became stronger.

In the depths of the flower forest, there was a very conspicuous black figure, it was Ji Wenliang.

Feng Li quietly stopped behind him.

Ji Wenliang obviously didn't notice Feng Li, he was busy looking for the lost painting.

Unknowingly, the sun has risen to mid-air, and the sunlight is gradually getting warmer.

I saw that I had already walked half of the hillside, but I still haven't found the shadow of the painting.

That's right, it's been one night, and the mountain wind is strong, maybe it's gone somewhere.

But there is still a trace of unwillingness in my heart.

No matter how slim the hope is, it is still hope. Let's look for it again.

He made up his mind, straightened up, and took a breath.

His eyes swept across the treetops not far ahead, and he was determined.

It seems that the painting is hanging on the branch swaying gently in the wind.

The cluster of flames in his heart that were about to disappear suddenly lit up, and he ran forward like the wind on the soles of his feet, jumped slightly, and grabbed the corner of the painting.

Unexpectedly, the center of gravity was unstable, his arm shook, and the painting fell off his hand.

The painting rolled up and fell with the wind, wobbled on the ground several times, and finally stopped under a tree.

Ji Wenliang picked up the painting half-kneeling, unfolded it gently, and saw that it was indeed what he was looking for.

I couldn't help but smile, and my mood suddenly brightened.

Just about to stand up, a pair of black cloud boots suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Raising his head, he bumped into Feng Li's deep eyes.

At that moment, the rustling of leaves blown by the wind and the chirping of birds were all gone.

He suddenly remembered that when he first transformed into a human form, he saw such a pair of eyes, and for a moment he couldn't tell what day it was.

No... it seems to be different.

In the past, those eyes were like deep pools in the dark night, as if they had been frozen for thousands of years, with the slightest touch, the chill would seep through.

Now, the cold ice that has been accumulated for many years seems to be shattered and gradually melted, revealing the faint pool of water, with waves of light.

When he recovered, Ji Wenliang had already been lifted up by Feng Rui, and the hand holding the painting was gently held.

He was startled, as if he had touched an extremely hot iron, he struggled to withdraw his hand and took a few steps back.

The back bumped into the not-so-thick tree trunk, the branch shook violently, and a few pure white petals fell down.

She moved her lips, wanting to say something, but couldn't.

Head down.

His body became hot all of a sudden, and his heart was slightly flustered.

"Magnolia."

A deep and magnetic voice sounded, breaking the watery silence.

Ji Wenliang reacted for a while before realizing that Feng Li was talking about Hua's name.

At the beginning, it looks like a spring bamboo shoots and a weaving demon, and it looks like a lotus and white feathers when it is dismantled.

Feng Li raised his arm and stroked a petal on Ji Wenliang's shoulder, "It will fall soon."

Ji Wenliang didn't know what to say, so he hummed lightly.

"It's so beautiful, what a pity."

Ji Wenliang looked at Feng Li suspiciously, and found that he had turned around, and his eyes fell on the flower forest from afar.

Graceful magnolia trees are blooming quietly.

However, this kind of beauty didn't last long, and after that, a lot of flowers bloomed one after another.

At that time, they had already melted into the soil.

"There is always something in the sky, there's nothing to do about it," Ji Wenliang shook his head, "But... it's not a pity to be able to bloom once in such a spring day, after all, no one's life is endless."

As soon as the voice fell, I regretted it.

Isn’t God’s life endless?

Ji Wenliang was annoyed inwardly, why did he always say wrong things and do wrong things when confronting Killing God?

Feng Li didn't say anything, and said softly: "Let's go."

"Ah?" Ji Wenliang didn't understand where he was going when he said "go".

"Yo, this is... Flower viewing." A teasing voice sounded from behind.

Ji Wenliang looked back, it was Jing Lie.

With hands behind his back, Jing Lie approached with leisurely steps, and proudly said: "My magnolia on the mountain is blooming well, right?"

"That's right." Feng Li nodded.

It is easy to get the affirmation of others, but Jing Lie is simply flattered to be affirmed by Killing God.

He secretly marveled, and suddenly felt something was wrong, and the alarm bells rang in his mind.

Sure enough, the next moment, Feng Li turned his head to look at Ji Wenliang, pretending to seek advice, and asked, "Didn't you say you want to plant some trees in Luojing Mountain, how about this magnolia?"

Killing God, you are not in charge of catching monsters, but you specialize in smashing and looting!

Ji Wenliang was embarrassed at first, but then his heart moved.

This... is this going to leave me in the demon world?

Although I don't know what caused Shi Shen to change his mind, but the result is always good.

"Good good."

Say yes three times in a row.

A big robber and a small robber, this is really like marrying a chicken and following a chicken, marrying a dog and following a dog.

Jing Lie felt a heartache.

That's all, all right, let's treat it as a thank you gift for returning the Broken Formation Orb.

So the magnolia all over the mountain took root in Luojing Mountain.

The flowers bloom and fall, and it will take a hundred years in a blink of an eye.

The author has something to say:

Lord Slaughter God, you are really a serious person, if it was someone else's attack, you would have kissed him a long time ago.

By the way, today I am going to correct the typos in the previous chapters. There may be update reminders, so don't bother.