Self-cultivation of loyal dogs

Luo Qiuyi stared at Song Yanqing's ear, not understanding why he was shy.

A thought flashed through his mind, that Song Yanqing liked him.It's just that he didn't have much contact with Song Yanqing. This taciturn Zuo Dharma practiced swords in the back mountain every day when he was in the main helm, and then went to the sub-helm and didn't come back for a long time.

Luo Qiuyi thought for a long time, and suddenly realized that the two of them hadn't even said a word.

Everyone in the world said that Protector Zuo liked Young Master Luo, and also said that the leader of the Demon Cult liked Luo Qiuyi.

Luo Qiuyi didn't know if Song Yanqing liked him or not, but the person Mo Nanchen liked was Song Yanqing.

As soon as he thought of Mo Nanchen, Luo Qiuyi immediately had the scene of Wuji destroying the sect in his mind.

Luo Qiuyi thinks of revenge all the time, he doesn't have the ability to kill Mo Nanchen, but he knows how to bring down Mo Nanchen.

He fixedly looked at Song Yanqing lying on the bed, closed his eyes, and said sorry in his heart.

"Guardian Song..." Luo Qiuyi said softly.

I don't know if it was affected by the protagonist's halo, but when Song Yanqing heard his voice, half of her body went numb in an instant.

He turned his head and tried to keep a straight face, looking like a piece of dead wood in winter.

Luo Qiuyi's eyes fell on his face, looking at him secretly, but after a while he couldn't see anything.He sat on the side of the bed, lowered his eyelids, and naturally put Song Yanqing's wrist on his wrist to feel his pulse.

Seeing this, the dancer who knew martial arts looked suspiciously at Luo Qiuyi, fearing that he would make trouble.

Luo Qiuyi's long eyelashes were slightly curled, and they fluttered gently with his movements.The worry and concern in the eyes warmed the hearts of those who watched.He looked at Song Yanqing seriously, and asked in a soft and correct voice if his health was okay.

All his movements are so natural, as if he is simply concerned about his body.It's just the hickey marks on his fair neck that made his movements suggestive.

The moment his eyes met Song Yanqing's, Song Yanqing's heart seemed to be teased severely by someone.Luo Qiuyi's fingers twirled around Song Yanqing's wrist, and the other hand was placed on his chest at some point.

Those maids looked away knowingly, and the dancer who was pillowed by Song Yanqing on her thigh looked at Luo Qiuyi as if she wanted to say something, but fortunately closed her mouth after meeting his warning gaze.

Even though the quilt is separated, Luo Qiuyi's fingers seem to be twitching on Song Yanqing's heart.

Song Yanqing took a deep breath, poked the system frantically in her mind and asked for help: "I can't do it anymore, I feel like I'm going to make a mistake!" '

[Mr. Song, don't worry, you are covered with a quilt and others can't see your reaction. ] The system replied.

Song Yanqing avoided Luo Qiuyi's gaze, thinking about Mo Nanchen's face, and screamed in her mind: "Didn't Luo Qiuyi just touch it a few times, why did my body rebel!" '

[Did Mr. Song forget one thing. ] The system replied: [In the original text, Song Hufa and the protagonist Shou had a storyline.In the original text, the plot should take place at the main helm, but now it's just a different place. ]

Feeling the touch on her wrist, Song Yanqing poked the system desperately and said, "I don't, I don't want to have a plot with him!" '

Luo Qiuyi saw that Song Yanqing's face turned red with his own actions, and even his originally calm eyes became turbulent.

He sighed in his heart, the people in the world were right, Song Yanqing really liked him.

Luo Qiuyi also has someone he likes, and he also wants to spend his life with that person.But if the protectors of the left and right are not eliminated, the Xuanming Sect will not be destroyed for a day.

He intentionally or unintentionally revealed the hickey on his neck, Song Yanqing's gaze happened to meet there, he blinked and subconsciously said: "This is?"

Luo Qiuyi seemed to have just reacted, and hastily withdrew his hands and pulled up his clothes, but following his movements revealed a little blush on his wrists.

He pursed his lips tightly, and his face became paler.

His bright eyes were clouded with mist, and I felt pity for him, and Song Yanqing's desire to protect was raging on the Internet.

He thought about it and asked, "What, what's the matter with you?"

Luo Qiuyi was obviously not well-informed, he was taken aback by Song Yanqing's weird sentence, the tears brewing out of control dripped down his pale cheeks into Song Yanqing's palm.

Song Yanqing patted the back of his hand and comforted him, "But, what's on your mind."

Luo Qiuyi looked at him blankly, and Song Yanqing's heart trembled when he saw him.

He sighed in his mind: "No wonder those people like him, he is so cute, I like it when I look at it." '

The system voice answered gracefully: [Mo Nanchen and him have a plot of about [-] words. ]

Song Yanqing withdrew the hand that was comforting Luo Qiuyi, and let out a sour sound.

Luo Qiuyi was awakened by his withdrawal. He tried his best to ignore Song Yanqing's strange speaking habits, and said sincerely: "I have heard for a long time that the protector of Song Dynasty is high-minded. Although he is in the Devil's Cult, he has a righteous spirit in his heart. To be honest, Qiu Yi didn't want to stay here, but Master Mo..."

He didn't continue talking, but his face was full of humiliation and embarrassment.

Song Yanqing hissed, and said to the system: "It's pitiful to be robbed by the enemy."I remember that when I met him in Jiuhua Town, this kid was fine, and now he wants to have a plot with me for revenge. '

The system didn't say anything, but just played the plot of Luo Qiuyi and Mo Nanchen in his mind.

Song Yanqing glanced at the plot, and then at the mark on Luo Qiuyi's neck.With an iceberg face paralyzed, his heart was sour.

Under Song Yanqing's gaze, Luo Qiuyi said with a painful expression: "I only ask Protector Song to save me from the sea of ​​suffering. I can take whatever Protector Song has on me. I have some money, and I also have a sword passed down from my ancestors. I also have... besides……"

He spoke anxiously, almost throwing everything he had in front of Song Yanqing, grabbing his wrist like he was grabbing the last straw.

Song Yanqing looked at Luo Qiuyi enviously, the sea of ​​misery he had always wanted to escape from was a paradise Song Yanqing couldn't squeeze into.

"Please..." Luo Qiuyi said desperately.

Song Yanqing thought of the plot of the original text, and felt even more desperate than him.He broke away from Luo Qiuyi's hand and said briefly: "Okay."

The moment he spoke, the system seemed to want to say something, but he happened to interrupt it.

He asked in his head: 'What were you trying to say. '

[Mr. Song, I want to say that the leader is eavesdropping, please think carefully before answering, Mr. Song. ]

Immediately afterwards, the door opened and Mo Nanchen, dressed in red, walked in from the outside.

He was holding a pot of wine that Song Yanqing had never seen before, his eyes were slightly squinted, and there was a soft smile on his face.

Luo Qiuyi was originally worried that the matter would be exposed, but seeing Mo Nanchen smiling, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Song Yanqing was different, he remembered Mo Nanchen's expression when he smashed those bandits' heads before.

Mo Nanchen glanced at Luo Qiuyi, suppressed the inexplicable throbbing in his heart, strode over and sat down on the bedside and said, "Guardian Song was very hot a few days ago, but it's getting better today."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to touch Song Yanqing's forehead, Song Yanqing shrunk his neck subconsciously, and a system prompt sounded in his mind: [The leader's dependence on you is 30/100, evaluation: The leader touches your head, and if you hide again, you will be fine. kill you. ]

Song Yanqing looked at the smiling Mo Nanchen and his hands that were stopped in mid-air, and obediently moved her head towards him, rubbing against his palm expressionlessly.

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