I heard that Xiandao No.1 was dumped

King Scorpion Jing shook an empty wine jug with orchids painted on it, and his frowning eyebrows frowned, "Brother Nan drank this jug of wine too."

The little demon at the side asked cautiously: "My lord, what kind of wine is this?"

"Bitter wine, Jiuxian's special brew." King Scorpion Jing rubbed his messy hair and replied indifferently.

"Could it be that this wine has some special effect." The little demon asked curiously.

"Of course this wine..." The Scorpion Spirit King was about to say it, but as if he had thought of something, he snorted coldly, "It's not very useful." At most, it just makes people feel that it's a tragedy that they are pitiful and helpless.

Nan Ming came to Shen Guhong's Tinghua Xiaoyuan staggeringly, blinked his eyes, looked left and right, and made sure that it was the same building as at that time, so he nodded in satisfaction, thinking that he had hit a building before. If the frame destroys this place, the little exorcist will be homeless.

Shen Guhong sensed that familiar aura the moment the other party approached, he unconsciously clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, then relaxed again, as if he didn't notice anything.

Nan Ming shook his dizzy head, and followed his memory towards Shen Guhong's room. The room was still lit, and it seemed that the other party was there.

Nanming hesitated a little when he walked to the door, his chaotic mind seemed to regain a bit of clarity, and an inexplicable sadness hit his heart just like that.

There is a door across, the other party is inside, and the other party must know that he is outside, but why is that person so indifferent.

The stamina of the wine made Nan Ming's nose sour. There is only one door, why does it make him feel that there is a world apart? It's strange, as long as... just push the door open, and you can see each other when you open the door up.Slowly push the door open with fingertips, a little wind from the door lifted Shen Guhong's hair, he was looking at the sword with the lamp on, the soft candlelight could not soften his stern face, Shen Guhong only heard the sound coldly He said coldly, "What are you doing here?" He didn't even lift his head.

"Little Demon Exorcist." Nan Ming let go of the sour feeling in his heart, and muttered unhappily, with a hint of being coquettish, he was about to throw a bear hug at Shen Guhong.

Shen Guhong frowned slightly, put the sword across in front of him, and shouted in a cold voice: "Back off!"

However, Nan Ming is obviously not in a state of sobriety at the moment, the whole body exudes a strong and mellow aroma of wine, his cheeks are slightly red, as if smeared with rouge, and his whole body has a bit of a flirtatious atmosphere.He was taken aback by Shen Guhong's drink, and twitched his upturned nose, as if he had been greatly wronged, the corners of his eyes were red, and the golden vertical pupils unique to snakes formed a mist, and his eyes were blurred. , full of beauty.

"How can you do this?" Nan Ming complained in a low voice, the mist in his eyes gathered more and more, and it was foggy, as if he was about to cry in the next second.

The fearless high priest Shen Guhong panicked rarely, his face changed, his fingers moved slightly, subconsciously wanting to comfort the other party.Shen Guhong's heart trembled, he resisted the impulse, and finally put down the sword in his hand, instead of facing the opponent's sword, he lightly moved his gaze towards Nanming, and said in a more indifferent voice: "You If you leave now, I will treat it as if I didn't see you, and don't appear in front of me in the future, and I won't take the initiative to trouble you." In this way, he will pretend that he has never found the Qianwu Valley Snake Demon.

Shen Guhong's lips unconsciously showed a bitter smile, why is he always subconsciously soft-hearted towards this heartless snake demon?

"But you...you promised to marry me, little demon extermination master, how can you keep your word, this is wrong, how can you lie to the demon?" Nan Ming said in a rough voice.

Shen Guhong: "..." When did I say that.

What a monster full of nonsense.

However, noticing the crying voice in Nan Ming's words, Shen Guhong turned his head in surprise, only to see a wronged Nan Xiaoming whose tears were like a broken thread.

Seeing the rain-like tears of pear blossoms from the young priest, he asked himself that there was nothing in his heart, but seeing Nan Ming like this, his heart seemed to lose all squareness at once. The tears obviously ran across the other's cheeks, but why did he It felt as if his heart had been scratched, throbbing with pain, and just a single tear made him flustered.

This kind of emotion came too violently, as if he and the other party hadn't just met and fell in love, but had been in love for a long time, many years. The strange surge of emotion was enough to break all his calmness. He had no time to care about other things now, just Thinking, just want to hold the other person in his arms to comfort him, how...how could he make this person cry.

Nan Ming's tears really came as soon as he said it, and the more he cried, the more he felt wronged, sobbing slightly, before he could rudely wipe away his tears, a slender white hand had already gently stroked him Tears under the eyes, wipe away the tears.

Shen Guhong gently wiped away the tears from Nan Ming's eyes, looked at the crystal tears on his fingertips, couldn't help but put them in his mouth and tasted them, his expression was still so calm, but his tone was unexpectedly gentle, "Bitter, don't cry .”

"You...you despise me." Nan Ming choked, and didn't know whether it was because of the catalysis of alcohol or why, but felt pitiful and helpless, hugged his knees and squatted on the ground, curling himself up It became a ball, and no one wanted to see it.

A beauty is breathtakingly beautiful even when she cries, not to mention someone as exquisite and handsome as Nan Ming, but Shen Guhong has no intention of seeing how the beauty is weeping, he just wants to comfort her, the tears came too suddenly .

He also squatted down with the other party, rubbed the other party's head, hugged him into his arms, and comforted him softly: "Don't cry, what's the matter?"

"I want you to take care of it." This was Nan Xiaoming who was crying so hard.

"Okay, okay, don't cry, where am I? I won't ignore you like this again." This was the first time in my life that the high priest was not as gentle as himself.

"You said it, don't lie to me." Nan Ming sobbed, wiping tears on Shen Guhong's white robe.

Shen Guhong patted the other person's back helplessly, and said softly: "I'm really afraid of you, I won't lie to you, a gentleman's words are hard to follow."

The author has something to say: Well, I’m confessing, I just want to see the crying Nan Xiaoming in Brother Shen’s arms begging for comfort and hugs