priest in vest

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

When Hu Qi came back to his senses, he realized that he was extremely ashamed to say such a sentence.

His face was flushed, and he said incoherently: "That... I mean, big brother looks... tall and reliable, today... yes, what happened today, I am still a little scared, that, I..."

"it is good!"

Before he could finish speaking, the magic wind with his back turned suddenly turned around.

"What?" Hu Qi was dumbfounded.

Mofeng looked at him, still with a serious expression on his face, "I agreed, you can come whenever you want."

Until the night when Hu Qi bit the bullet and knocked on Mo Feng's door, he still couldn't figure out why Mo Feng would agree to sleep with him?

Could it be that he accidentally showed his feet and made him suspicious, and agreed to sleep together to test him?

"Come in……"

While he was thinking wildly, there was a low voice from the magic wind in the room.

Hu Qi's heart trembled slightly, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door like a strong man breaking his wrist.

Entering the room, I happened to see Mo Feng in front of the desk in the room, holding a book that looked quite old... a handbook?

His eyes lit up, and he was about to sneak over to take a look, but Mo Feng said without raising his head, "Go to bed first."

Hu Qizu paused, touched his nose, and turned his gaze to the only big bed in the room.

Maybe it's because Mofeng's figure is too tall, and his bed is also ridiculously big, which makes people feel a faint feeling of blushing and heartbeat.

Staring at the big bed in front of him, Hu Qi couldn't help but think of his strong chest and broad back, and couldn't help but feel hot in his heart, and a feeling of blushing spontaneously arose.For a while, it doesn't matter if you go, or if you don't go.

"What? Not sleepy?"

Perhaps aware of his delay, Mofeng put down the letter in his hand and looked at him again.

Facing his gaze, Hu Qi had a flash of inspiration, walked up to him quickly, and said softly, "Can big brother tell stories? I want to hear stories." As he spoke, his eyes swept away intentionally or unintentionally Letters on the desk.

Tsk, the angle is wrong, I can't see it at all.

"Do you like listening to stories?" Mo Feng had a strange expression, as if surprised.

However, Hu Qi was full of thoughts on the notebook at this time, and he didn't think about it at all. He nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, I love listening to stories. When I was young, my grandma would tell me stories almost every night before going to bed."

Saying this, he couldn't help but think of the scene when Hu Xiao told him stories before his bed when he was a child, and then thought of the scene of the Shenhu clan being slaughtered and the blood flowing all over the ground. It became dim, the small shoulders collapsed unconsciously, and the whole person became a little sluggish.

Seeing this, Mo Feng's eyes narrowed, he closed the letter, stood up and walked and said: "Go to bed and lie down."

"Huh?" Hu Qi didn't know, so he followed his footsteps.

Walking to the bed, Mo Feng said in a low voice: "Lie down, I'll tell you a story." He still had that serious look on his face, but his slightly dodging eyes revealed his unnaturalness.

Hu Qi was stunned. Although he didn't get along with Mofeng for a long time, he could feel that the leader of the Moren clan was not as difficult to get along with as he imagined.

He seemed to have a serious face by nature, his stature was as high as nine feet, his skin was slightly dark, and he usually didn't like nonsense, and his words were short, which made him look not so kind.

However, it was such a person who actually said that he wanted to tell him a story?In an instant, a strange feeling spread in Hu Qi's heart, and her heartbeat accelerated unconsciously.

He opened his mouth, but felt that his eyes were a little dry. He quickly lowered his head and patted his cheeks with his hands, trying to calm himself down.

Mofeng bent down and grabbed his hand, and said in a deep voice, "What's wrong? Is there something uncomfortable?"

Hu Qi looked up, only to see a little anxiety on his serious face, and a pair of deep eyes filled with concern.

Hu Qi's nose was sour, and the tears could no longer be held back, puffing down.

As the youngest "child" of the Shenhu clan, both the white tiger clan and the black tiger clan love him very much, and he has lived a carefree and carefree life since he was a child.But ever since the Shenhu clan was slaughtered, he never had a single person to confide in, and for all these years, he was suffering alone everywhere.

It can be said that after coming to the outside world from the elf world, he has almost forgotten what it feels like to be cared about.

I didn't expect to be cared about many years later, but it turned out to be a demon who had met me with swords and fought with me before.

When he cried, Mo Feng was obviously stunned, and then became at a loss, "You...don't cry, is someone bullying you? Tell me, I will help you out..."

It was fine if he didn't speak, but when he spoke, Hu Qi couldn't help but threw himself into his arms, crying loudly.And the more I cried, the more vigorously I seemed to want to vent all the pain I had suffered in these years.

Seeing that he just kept crying but didn't speak, Mo Feng's brows were tightly frowned, and there was a chill in his eyes, but what was more distressing.He was bent over, but now for the convenience of Hu Qi holding him, he slowly knelt down on the ground and patted his back lightly.

After an unknown amount of time, the crying of the little person in his arms gradually became quieter, and finally there was no sound, and the whole person fell limply in his arms.

Mofeng took a look and found that Hu Qi had fallen asleep just holding him like this.

He picked him up and put him on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and walked gently to the front of the case.He looked at the "notebook" on it, and then looked at Hu Qi on the bed. After thinking about it, he flipped through his hand, and a notebook book that seemed obviously smaller than the one on the desk appeared on his desk. palm.

He picked up the big one and put the small one on the big one.

……

When Hu Qi woke up, he found that it was still dark, and the room was still lit with dim candles.He moved slightly, but encountered a warm... body?He stared and thought for a moment, then suddenly remembered that he...were crying?Still holding the magic wind and crying?

So, this warm body is... the magic wind?Did he really "share the same bed" with Mo Feng?

After all the memories returned, his face in the darkness suddenly became hot like a fire.

At the same time, he couldn't help but think of the handbook Mofeng put on the case earlier...

I wonder if he put it away?

Thinking like this, Hu Qi couldn't bear it any longer, and gently got up from Mo Feng's side, and tiptoed to the front of the case, his eyes couldn't help but brighten, the letter!

He hastily picked up the notebook and flipped through it, and the first thing that caught his eyes were four large characters and two small characters: Memory Letter——Hu Jun.

Sure enough, it was the handbook lost by the old man!

Hu Qi clenched his fist excitedly, and put the letter into the storage bag without thinking.

Taking a deep breath on the spot, after he calmed down, he slowly walked back to the bed, looked at the man sleeping soundly on the bed, his eyes softened unconsciously, and a sense of guilt crept into his heart.

After thinking for a while, he took out a Shenhu token from his storage bag, put it beside Mofeng's pillow, and murmured: "Gorilla, I'm sorry, if I can..."

What is it, he did not continue after all, gritted his teeth, then turned and left.

After he left, Mo Feng, who was sleeping soundly, opened his eyes suddenly. His eyes were as clear as stars, how could he look like he was asleep at all?

He tilted his head slightly, picked up the Shenhu token next to his pillow, looked at the lifelike white tiger on it, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

As if he remembered something, he flipped his hand, and the letter he put away appeared in his palm again.

Opening it casually, what came into view was the picture of two naked, naked, and naked little people entangled together. Thinking of what Zhu Qingchen said intentionally or unintentionally before leaving, he couldn't help shaking his head amusingly.

Early the next morning, a decree from the Demon Palace was transmitted to the Red Maple Palace, which probably meant:

"For the sake of the development of the Demon Race, the chief leader, Mofeng, should try his best to cooperate with the third leader, Moyun, to complete a series of missions in Shengyin Village. There must be no difference!"

……

Blue Cloud Palace:

"What did you say? They got away?"

Mo Yun looked at the man in front of him with a chill in his eyes.

The man said: "When I went to the Red Maple Palace to read the devil's decree in the morning, that's what the chief said."

Hearing this, Mo Yun's expression changed instantly, and he lost control and said, "Impossible, I was still there yesterday, how could it be possible for someone to escape after only one night? Did you search carefully?"

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, and said coldly: "Could it be that the three chiefs are doubting the efficiency of this envoy?"

"I..." A chill surged up in my heart, which instantly calmed down Mo Yun's out-of-control emotions, and quickly bowed and said: "I was too anxious, and the efficiency of Master Demon Envoy is naturally beyond doubt."

Looking at her lowered head, the man snorted disdainfully, and said: "I have nothing to do, so I left. There are many things in the palace." After speaking, he turned and left.

After gradually going away, he could still be heard muttering to himself intentionally or unintentionally: "What the hell? A mere bitch who can only spread his legs and climb up is so arrogant..."

"Boom...boom..."

After a while, there were bursts of sound of things being smashed on the ground in Blue Cloud Palace, as well as Mo Yun's furious cursing...