Daoist has facial paralysis

Zhou Yibei frowned, shook off Longhuan's wrist and held it in his hand, squeezed it hard, "Say it again!"

"Hey, hey, I won't say it, okay?! I won't say it, let go!" The dragon corpse screamed twice, Zhou Yibei let go and put the dragon ring on his wrist again.

Zhou Yibei returned home with a sullen face, but it was still empty, except for the ghost king who guarded the door and the black-haired zongzi who wiped the floor, there was no one there.

"Will something happen to my uncle..." Zhou Yibei sat on the grand teacher's chair that my uncle often sat on, with a worried expression on his face.

The dragon corpse lay silently on his wrist, and there was a look of disgust on the little dragon's face. This kid never talked about others. He has a senior uncle on the left and a senior uncle on the right all day long. Is it annoying? .

The atmosphere was dull for a while, and suddenly there was the sound of the keyhole being turned open at the door. Zhou Yibei stood up abruptly, couldn't help showing a smile, and ran from the hall to the door, "Uncle Master..."

The Southwest Daoist stood at the door, looking a little tired, "Help me prepare hot water for a bath."

Zhou Yibei stared blankly at the Taoist priest, resisting the urge to hug him and nodded, "Got it..."

The Taoist priest didn't eat anything all afternoon. He stayed on the third floor after taking a shower and never came down. Zhou Yibei didn't worry about making some food and serving it up. He didn't see anyone in the small hall on the third floor. On the table, looking up at the door in the inner room... He has lived in more than two years, and he has never entered his uncle's bedroom.

"Uncle Master? I made supper, do you want some?" Zhou Yibei asked softly when he walked to the door, but there was no movement inside, and he suddenly became worried. Is Uncle Master asleep?Could it be that he was injured and fainted?

"Master Uncle?" Zhou Yibei called out again, and said impatiently with the dragon ring in his hand, "You just go in and have a look, why not?"

"Hush," Zhou Yibei frowned, put his hand on the handle, and pressed it down...there was no lock.

He opened the door and looked in. The window of the room was huge, covered with thin gauze curtains, the moonlight shrouded the white bed, and a slender figure lay on it, the quilt just casually covered the small half of his body.Zhou Yibei walked in slowly, and squatted beside the bed without making any sound.

Daoist Priest's straight face faced the moonlight with a gentle breath, Zhou Yibei looked at this face, his heart felt weak, he couldn't help but get closer, their breaths were entangled.

"Little ruffian, is this interesting to you? You can kiss directly," the dragon corpse complained over there again, the Southwest Taoist priest frowned slightly, Zhou Yibei squeezed the dragon ring tightly in a panic, and looked at his uncle With a calm sleeping face, he breathed a sigh of relief, helped pull up the quilt and walked out.

"Hey..." Zhou Yibei carried the food downstairs, and the dragon corpse sighed in his hands, "If I were you, I would definitely kiss you..."

"What did you say?" Zhou Yibei's face turned cold, and he tightened the dragon ring again, "Who do you want to kiss?"

Long Shi shouted in his heart that his mother would sell him, this kid definitely has problems with reading comprehension!Hastily explained: "Let me make an analogy, I don't like your uncle, if you pinch me again, I won't teach you cloud Gu..."

Zhou Yibei let go of his hands and put the prepared dishes into the refrigerator.

Long Huan's eyes rolled around, with a wretched expression, "Have you ever thought about doing that kind of thing with your uncle? I guess you must have thought about it a lot, right?"

Zhou Yibei's face darkened, and before he could speak, a coughing sound came from upstairs, his hands trembled slightly, and he ran up nervously, "Master?" He ran up and saw the bloody Daoist standing by the table I was so distressed that I almost shed tears, "Where are you hurt? Let me see, okay?"

"I'm fine, just spit out a few mouthfuls of blood." The Taoist priest of Southwest took off his bloody clothes, revealing bloodstains all over his body. The Taoist priest threw the bloody clothes to the little nephew and helped himself I took a few sips from a glass of water, "Send your clothes to be washed tomorrow."

After drinking the water, the Taoist priest seemed to want to go in and continue to sleep again. Zhou Yibei stood still and held the Taoist priest's hand. Looking at the scars on his uncle's body, his heart tightened with pain, as if the streaks of blood It seemed to be on him, "Uncle Shi, what did you do in Chongqing?"

Dongxinan held his nephew's head, moved closer, looked at him and suddenly smiled, "Don't worry about adults' affairs, children... go to sleep, don't disturb the uncle, the uncle is a little tired today .”

Seeing the Taoist priest walk into the bedroom, Zhou Yibei clenched the bloody coat in his hand, loss and worry condensed in his lowered eyes... Uncle, I want to protect you, I want to protect you in my arms ,do you know?

……

One morning after a few days

Daoist Priest hasn't been home during the day for the past two days, but the injuries on his body don't seem to be serious. Zhou Yibei served the meal silently, and looked at the bloodstain on his uncle's parted neckline, the color had already faded a lot.

"I'm going out for three or four days," the Taoist said calmly when he was halfway through eating.

Zhou Yibei just paused for a moment, and replied with his usual expression: "Understood."

Dongxinan glanced at him, with a slight smile on his lips, "Uncle Shi will bring you something nice when he comes back."

"Yeah," Zhou Yibei nodded with a slumped face, staring at the bowl while eating silently.

The Daoist of the Southwest looked at him suspiciously, why did he feel that the little nephew was so cold these two days?Do you think his uncle is too busy and lost his temper?Dongxinan shook his head and smiled, this little bastard is becoming more and more like a child.

But no matter how indifferent the little nephew is, the Taoist priest still has to go out as usual.

Hearing the door closing downstairs, Long Shi finally couldn't hold back anymore, "I said you won't go with your uncle?"

"I'll trouble him when I go," Zhou Yibei calmly washed the dishes.

"Tsk tsk tsk, so sensible? Then you are going to be a little wife at home?" Long Shi asked with a smile.

Zhou Yibei put the last bowl into the bowl rack in silence, then tore off the dragon ring on his wrist and put it on the table, staring at it expressionlessly, "Tell me what Gu skills you know."

"You almost know what I know," Long Shi couldn't help being a little jealous when he said this, what kind of brain is this kid?It's a black dragon who has been learning the art of cloud Gu for decades, but after being squeezed by this pervert for two or three years, it's exhausted. It doesn't even have time to keep a second hand... Learn, learn, learn, forget it, die pervert.

"Then do you know who knows more advanced Gu skills?" The more familiar with cloud Gu, the more Zhou Yibei became obsessed with the sharpness and mystery of cloud Gu, and Maoshan Daoist's rigidity paled in his eyes.

"Ah?" Long Shi blinked his eyes, hesitating, "Where... how can there be such a person? I know I won't learn it?... Oh, I'm going! Why are you pinching me again! Let go!"

"Do you know?" Zhou Yibei pressed the dragon ring into the pool, and a black dragon with thick arms pushed his hand away and a dragon's head popped out from the water, "I didn't tell you for your own good, you Now the practice is fast enough, and you can consolidate it well, if the foundation is not stable, you will train yourself carefully to death."

Zhou Yibei grabbed its head and pressed it under the sink, with a cold tone, "Say it or not? If you don't tell me, I'll stew you into snake soup," he pulled out a kitchen knife as he spoke, and the dragon's corpse lay on the ground. Struggling in the water, "Is I a snake? Look clearly, I have horns! Does your snake have horns?"

Zhou Yibei didn't answer its words, and swung the dragon's body onto the cutting board, and the kitchen knife slashed straight down. The dragon's corpse shook off its own tail in panic, watching the kitchen knife hack into the cutting board, sinking into a finger-deep hole. , is this TM playing for real?Is this kid learning voodoo and brain learning watts?

The dragon corpse became serious, and raised a dragon claw, "Wait for me! I tell you! But you have to go by yourself, I will definitely not accompany you to find ancient books of cloud gu."

"An ancient book on cloud Gu?" Zhou Yibei pulled out his kitchen knife and looked at the dragon corpse suspiciously.