Self-cultivation of loyal dogs

Song Yanqing didn't know what Mo Nanchen was up to, she had kept a straight face ever since she asked him if he liked Luo Qiuyi.Although Song Yanqing didn't have any special feelings for Mo Nanchen, they had been together for several months.Song Yanqing has long been used to his presence, and now Mo Nanchen is stern and silent, which really makes Song Yanqing feel uncomfortable.

He asked the system to show him the data, [The leader's current dependence on Mr. Song is 20/100, evaluation: Even if you don't use it, you are still the leader's thing, and the leader has a strong desire to monopolize. ]

Song Yanqing had heard such an evaluation before, and Mo Nanchen didn't know why, but seemed sure that Song Yanqing would like Luo Qiuyi.

The sky was getting darker and darker, Song Yanqing looked at the only bed in the room, and at Mo Nanchen who was meditating on the bed.He shrugged his shoulders and walked to the table and chair to sit down, preparing to make do with the night on the stool.

At this moment, Mo Nanchen suddenly said, "Guardian Song is dissatisfied with me?"

Song Yanqing immediately replied: "No."

Mo Nanchen continued to ask: "Then why doesn't Protector Song come to the bed?"

Song Yanqing said in his heart that I dare not, but he still walked to the edge of the bed, wiped it and sat down.

Looking at Song Yanqing's stiff body, Mo Nanchen inexplicably felt very irritable.He stopped meditating, folded his clothes and lay on his side on the bed, propped his chin and asked, "Who is Protector Song thinking about?"

Song Yanqing shook her head. When she sat on the bed, she realized that the way she and Mo Nanchen got along seemed a little weird.

What's weird about it, Song Yanqing couldn't tell.Not only because Mo Nanchen behaved ambiguously towards him, but even his own attitude towards Mo Nanchen was very strange.

He rubbed the long sword unconsciously with his fingers, recalling the experience of this period of time, but finally did not come to a conclusion.

After Mo Nanchen made room for him, he slept with his back to him.Song Yanqing didn't know if he was asleep or not, but to be honest, Mo Nanchen treated him fairly well.Maybe because he is the Guardian Zuo of Xuanming Sect, although Mo Nanchen liked to see his jokes, he didn't do anything insulting.

Apart from killing, Mo Nanchen has no other shortcomings.

Time passed little by little, and after nightfall, the voices outside gradually disappeared.Song Yanqing turned around quietly, looked at Mo Nanchen's back, and asked in his mind: [Is he still angry? ]

The system replied: "The leader's dependence value on you has been constantly changing, fluctuating between 20--80. Congratulations, Mr. Song, you have successfully obtained Mo Nanchen's 20 fixed dependence points."You have changed from a dispensable person to a passer-by in Mo Nanchen's life. '

Song Yanqing didn't know what to say, he stared at Mo Nanchen's back in a daze.

Mo Nanchen suddenly said, "Guardian Song has something on his mind."

Song Yanqing was not at all embarrassed by being caught, he just called the leader softly, as usual.

Mo Nanchen sighed suddenly, he turned around to look at Song Yanqing, and said with complicated eyes: "How come Protector Song knows this sentence over and over again."

There was only moonlight in the room, Song Yanqing didn't see Mo Nanchen's eyes, but he heard the crackling sound of the system in his head.

Song Yanqing even heard the system prompt for a moment that the leader's dependence on him had reached one hundred.

Song Yanqing thought to herself, the person who has something on her mind is obviously you, you little tsundere.

Mo Nanchen didn't expect this wood to say anything good, he turned his head with a chuckle and said softly, "It's late at night, go to sleep."

...............

All martial arts people from all over the world gathered in Jiuhua Town, and Song Yanqing followed behind Mo Nanchen holding a sword.Mo Nanchen was wearing a white robe again today, waving a paper fan and bending his eyebrows, looking handsome and handsome.

Song Yanqing didn't know much about Jianghu affairs, but Mo Nanchen squinted his eyes, covered his head with a fan and whispered, "Look, the Blood Knife Gate and the Impermanence Gate."

Guardian Zuo stayed in the Western Regions all year round, and Song Yanqing didn't go down to Mount Yuehua much after Song Yanqing came.So when Mo Nanchen asked him to watch, Song Yanqing didn't know who to look at.

He looked blankly at the martial arts people coming and going, and nodded earnestly with a straight face, pretending that he understood it well.

A chuckle came from next to his ear, Mo Nanchen closed his fan and pointed in another direction and said with a smile, "Guardian Song, where is he?"

Song Yanqing looked in the direction Mo Nanchen pointed, and saw a few men with big knives talking outside the teahouse. They were wearing red clothes, half of their shoulders were exposed, and they looked burly and powerful.The martial arts practitioners passing by deliberately avoided them when they walked, and the Xuedaomen disciples were talking and laughing, and one of them was holding a human head in his hand.

"The Xuedao people kill and kill, and they don't make sense. They do things according to their preferences." Mo Nanchen looked at those people, and seemed to think of something and turned his head and said: "Although the ancestors of the Xuedao can't get into my eyes, their meritorious deeds The method is indeed somewhat evil. If I remember correctly, their skills can just restrain your swordsmanship. If I am not around, Song Protector must not conflict with the people of the Xuedao Sect."

Song Yanqing was a little taken aback, he didn't expect Mo Nanchen to tell him these things.He hugged the sword tightly, glanced at the people in the Blood Sword Sect, took a deep breath and said, "Thank you, Hierarch, for your concern."

After all, this is the territory of righteousness, and Mo Nanchen didn't want to cause trouble and expose himself.It's not that he's afraid of these people, he mainly wants to surprise those martial arts people by popping up at the martial arts conference.

Therefore, Mo Nanchen deliberately tilted his head to speak in Song Yanqing's ear, and the heat from his breath fell on Song Yanqing's earlobe.Zuo Hufa's ears were extremely sensitive, and Song Yanqing's whole body was numb from his breath, and he shivered with a tense face.

Originally, Mo Nanchen just wanted him to pay attention, but seeing the blush gradually spread over Song Yanqing's cheeks, Mo Nanchen rolled his eyes, and immediately figured out the reason.

Intentionally or not, he blew into Song Yanqing's ear, and Song Yanqing felt her heart beating.He pursed his lips tightly, slowly retreated behind Mo Nanchen, and called out to the leader in a low voice.

Mo Nanchen looked interesting, and he wanted to continue playing. Several heroines walked up to him, and one of them in red boldly waved at Mo Nanchen.

Mo Nanchen was in the right mood, just as he was about to return the gift, the people from the Blood Sword Sect suddenly walked over and faced the woman in red.

Song Yanqing looked at the handsome appearance of the heroine, and then at the foul-smelling expression of the Xuedao Sect disciple, and couldn't help but let out a sigh in her heart, holding the sword in her arms tightly in anticipation.

Mo Nanchen just took a look and then looked away. He was not interested in being a hero.But when he turned around to talk to Song Yanqing, he saw Song Yanqing frowning and staring at those blood knife disciples.

Mo Nanchen raised his brows and said, "Don't think about being a hero to save the beauty. There is an elder of the Blood Sword Sect over there. Your skills are mutually exclusive. You can fight him for three rounds at most."

Song Yanqing didn't intend to do anything at first, anyway, those women were well-known teachers at first glance, so someone will protect them if something goes wrong.He looked over curiously, wanting to see what that elder looked like.

Immediately afterwards, among the disciples of the Blood Knife Sect, a middle-aged man turned his head and gave him a cold look, then looked away.

Song Yanqing hugged the long sword uncomfortably, and heard Mo Nanchen's sarcastic voice from beside him.

"Tsk, I'm afraid the Blood Knife Sect looks down on my Xuanming Sect."

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