Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

His brows were slightly narrowed, and he kept his last stubbornness with silence.

Yu Zihui was taller than Wen Song, so that when he faced him, he could clearly see the young man's eyelashes trembling slightly, like a blue bird skimming over the sparkling lake, so lightly With a light touch, circle after circle of screw spindles will emerge.

The boy's silent appearance made him realize his slip of the tongue belatedly. He bent his fingers and apologized: "Junior Brother Wen, I didn't mean to hit you."

"I know," Wen Song said, "Senior Brother Yu, don't take it to heart."

Yu Zi looked back at Wen Song's relaxed eyebrows, and his heart relaxed accordingly. His mind turned and he changed to a lighter topic, "Master, have you gone out to practice these days?"

"Well," Wen Song leaned on the railing, and the misty breeze from the mountains blew over his fingertips, bringing a burst of coolness, "After the Feng Wen meeting, something happened, so I didn't go back to the sect."

Yu Zihui heard that Wen Song didn't mean to say much, so he didn't want to ask more, he said: "If Junior Brother Wen wants to accept the mission of the sect, you can send me a voice transmission."

Wen Song responded with a smile, "I will, thank you Senior Brother Yu."

"Senior brother..."

"Song Song."

Wen Song rolled his eyes when he heard the familiar voice, and then ran down the corridor like a gust of wind, "Susu, you're here."

Yin Su said "hmm", he nodded slightly at Yu Zi who was not far away, then turned to Wen Song, "Let's go, let's go back."

"Okay," Wen Song waved back at Yu Zi, "Senior Brother Yu, I'm leaving!"

Yu Zi looked back at Wen Song who was smiling at the corners of his eyes and brows, and swallowed back the unspoken words, "Yeah."

He knew Yin Su, the two had fought against each other at the last level of the Nine-Storied Pagoda, and he lost a bit. He never thought that Wen Song would be so... close to Yin Su, which was completely different from the politeness he treated him.

He vaguely remembered Wen Song lying on his back in Bikong Mountain, pinching his ear and laughing and teasing. At that time, their relationship should also be close, but they were separated for a long time, after all, they were much stranger.

After jumping onto the flying sword, Wen Song leaned on Yin Su's back naturally, "Su Su, you promised to accompany me to find the strange fire in Ciyou City, do you still count on it?"

"Naturally," Yin Su asked, "Want to go now?"

"Well," Wen Song repeated the words of Zhenjun Chongyao with him, and then said in frustration: "The natal pill fire is so important, but I don't have it. I feel like I have lost at the starting line."

Yin Su was amused by Wen Song's metaphor. He reached out to hold his wrist and comforted him: "The whereabouts of the strange fire still need to be found out, and it will take a while."

Wen Song looked down at Yin Su's slender wrist, and rubbed his back shoulder, "Okay."

After the two returned to the cave, Wen Song suddenly turned into a little fox. He got out from under his clothes and crawled along Yinsu's clothes to his shoulders, "Susu, I haven't eaten the spiritual fruit today yet. !"

Yin Su looked at the impatient look in the little fox's eyes, and slowly took out three red cherry fruits from the ring. The fruits were dark red, but the skin was very thin, and the crystal-clear flesh like agate could be easily seen inside.

Wen Songguang couldn't help swallowing his saliva just looking at it. After Yin Su put the jade plate on the stone table, he kicked his hind paws and jumped on it.

Before he buried his face in it, he asked, "Su Su, do you want to eat together?"

When Yin Su heard the same invitation as the owner of the little hairball, a smile broke into his dark pupils, "So generous?"

"Of course," Wen Song looked at the spiritual fruit, which was no bigger than the palm of his hand, and pushed him reluctantly.

Seeing the pain in his eyes, Yin Su couldn't help but want to tease him, "Okay, then I'll try one."

As he spoke, he picked up the largest of the three, and Wen Song looked over eagerly when he saw this, "Susu, such a big one, can you finish eating it?"

Yin Su scratched his chin and laughed at him, "Stingy fox."

"I'm not," Wen Song felt that this was a slander to himself. He withdrew his eyes from chasing the spirit fruit, and turned his eyes away, "Eat it!"

Yin Su looked at the little hairball with his head tilted to one side, and his aggrieved drooling image appeared in his mind. He held back his smile, and lifted the spirit fruit to the little fox's mouth, "I feel your heart, But I still have a lot here, so I won’t rob you.”

Wen Song was not fake and generous this time, he bit the spirit fruit with a "owwow", and spread it happily in Yin Su's hand.

The ling fruit is really delicious. It is full of juice when it first enters the mouth. When the juice falls into the taste buds, it is [-]% sweet, [-]% sour, and [-]% fragrant, without any greasy taste.

Wen Song thought dazedly: How could it be so delicious?

Before he knew it, the three spirit fruits were gone.

Yin Su looked at the fur sticking to the little fox's mouth, and pushed him, "Clean yourself up."

Wen Song rested his paw on Yinsu's wrist, and softly made his request, "I still want to eat."

Yin Su looked at the dissatisfied Wen Song, and squeezed his little paw, "Do you know how many spirit stones you ate just now?"

Wen Song is sensitive to Lingshi. When he heard this word, he shook his ears, "How much?"

Yin Su made the calculation for him, "One of the thirty top-grade spirit stones of red cherry fruit, three of which are ninety top-grade spirit stones."

Wen Song hurriedly said: "But isn't that what Su Su gave me to eat?"

"I didn't ask you to pay it back," Yin Su said, looking at Wen Song as if he was facing an enemy, "I asked you to be more restrained."

Wen Song reluctantly said: "Okay!"

Compromise today is for sustainable development in the future.

He licked the fur around his mouth, trying not to waste a drop of juice, and after that, he performed a cleansing technique on himself.

Yin Su watched Wen Song's licking movements, and twitched the corners of his mouth, "The person who talked to you today is the Senior Brother Yu you mentioned?"

"That's right," the little fox pressed Yinsu's palm down after eating and drinking, and lay down on the soft palm. Did the fox's tail sweep over Yinsu's arm, "Senior Brother Yu is quite Okay, I said that if I want to take on the mission of the sect, I can send him a voice transmission."

Yin Su grabbed the tip of his tail and said, "You agreed?"

"Well," the little fox realized that he couldn't shake his tail anymore, and twisted his neck to look over, "What is Su Su doing by pulling my tail?"

Yin Su said: "Do you still remember what I told you?"

Mao Tuanzi thought for a while, then shook his little head.

Yin Su took the little fox into his hand, "Tomorrow's spiritual fruit is gone."

As soon as Wen Song heard it, Maomao exploded, "Why?"

Yin Su gently stroked his hair, "Because you forgot what I said."

"Su Su is unreasonable," Mao Tuanzi complained, blinking his round eyes, "You talked to me a lot, how could I know what you said?"

Yin Su was unmoved, "If you can't remember it, don't eat the spirit fruit."

No matter how the little fox behaved, he couldn't change his mind.

Wen Song lay in his palm, grinding his teeth with his fingers angrily.

In the past few days, apart from practicing, Wen Song has been refining elixir, and soon it will be the fifth day.

This time, he arrived at Qianzhu Hall on time, but since everyone came early, he was the last one.

When Chong Yao saw him, he nodded slightly, "Go and sit down!"

Wen Song responded, then took out a futon from the storage bag, and sat down.

Seeing that Wen Song had prepared a futon, Chongyao thought of the scene where Lin Jinglan prevented him from sitting down last time. He glanced at his apprentice and said nothing.

Seeing this scene, several other disciples also thought of this matter, and then they all glanced at their junior brother in unison.

Lin Jinglan felt a little suffocated when he met the subtle gazes of his master and senior brother. Seeing what he was doing, it wasn't him who asked Wen Song to bring the futon, as if he had bullied someone.

After the professor finished, Lin Jinglan stopped him, "Wait a minute."

Wen Song stopped, "Are you calling me?"

Lin Jinglan said "hmm", "Why did you bring a futon here today?"

Hearing his vaguely angry tone, Wen Song was a little confused, "Last time you told me not to sit on that futon. After I went back, I thought about it and thought it was not good to take someone else's place, so I brought one myself."

Another thing is: he is not very willing to sit on a warm futon.

After listening to his reason, Lin Jinglan didn't feel anything wrong, but...he held his breath even more, "It's up to you."

Wen Song said "oh".

Then he watched Lin Jinglan leave with a dark face.

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