Master Xiao thinks about those years

Fu Nian stared at his back for a long time, until his back completely disappeared in front of his eyes.

For a moment, he actually felt that this Moqing looked very much like a master.

Meng Huan saw that Fu Nian was in a daze, and hurriedly said: "Brother, although Mr. Mo is not a master, but he is a very good person, you don't want to—"

"Oh? Just for a while, you know he is a very good person?"

Before the words were finished, Fu Nian uttered a voice, interrupting Meng Huan.

Meng Huan straightened his face and spoke righteously: "In short... Mr. Mo, he is not the kind of casual person."

"Then let me ask you, what did you and him talk about just now?"

As soon as Fu Nian raised his hand, he removed the rope from Meng Huan's body.

"Say... what..." Meng Huan hesitated, his eyes flickering.

"Say!" Fu Nian said loudly, with unquestionable majesty.

"Just... just, said some things about the past of the senior brother..." Meng Huan suddenly sounded like a mosquito.

"What happened in the past?"

Fu Nian's face became gloomy in an instant.That broken past is a wound buried in his heart that he licks alone, and no one else can touch it or get close to it.

Under the coercion of Fu Nian, Meng Huan said intermittently: "That is... before... in Shangyu... and after the death of Master..."

"Bastard!"

"boom!!!"

The sudden violent heck sounded together with the sound of cups and cups shattering.

Meng Huan trembled all over, startled by the sudden anger.

Fu Nian suddenly grabbed Meng Huan's collar, raised his left hand high, and wanted to slap him harshly.

"If you want to fight... just strike."

Meng Huan was not in a hurry or annoyed, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Fu Nian glared ferociously, and anger surged in his chest.He shook it left and right again and again, but in the end, he let it go.

"Next time if you do it again, I will definitely not be able to get around you!" He flicked his sleeves and rushed out of the door full of anger.

Meng Huan was still sitting where he was, with a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth: "Senior brother... you still regard me as your junior brother after all..."

The inside of the hall was cold, the sun was setting in the west, and a smear of the setting sun was shining like blood.

Standing in the room, Yan Chen brushed his slender index finger over the edge of the desk, the edge of the bed, and the curtain like sleet.Inch by inch, as if carelessly, and as if looking for something.

Fu Nian has lived in the house for so long, how will he look like in this house alone?silent?Confused?sad?Or is it indifferent?

Then Yan Chen's fingers stopped abruptly, and he couldn't help but laugh.By the way, Ye Xingyuan is so big, how could he confine himself to this room.

But then I thought about Meng Huan's words: "Because of Master's death... I fell into blood..."

"Because of Master's death..."

He suddenly felt some dull pain.

People who practice spells don't make promises lightly.Because if the promise is not fulfilled, it will be punished by God.

In his previous life, when Fu Nian and Meng Huan were young, he had promised them: "Master will always be with you."

Yan Chen smiled wryly, what was his state of mind when he made this promise?

Well, looking at this pair of disciples, I sighed spontaneously in my heart.He didn't think carefully about the authenticity of this promise, nor did he think carefully about whether it could be fulfilled.

He just wanted to be with them and grow up with them.

However, after all, he overestimated himself and underestimated the vicissitudes of time.

What he said casually was remembered by the two apprentices.

But it didn't come true after all, so now, Fu Nian and Meng Huan have become like this, is it his retribution?

Yan Chen smiled bleakly, staring at his hands wistfully, unable to catch his navel.

The wooden door was slowly opened, and a figure as dark as night walked slowly.

"What do you want to tell me, are you pitying me, or wanting to warn me?" Fu Nian smiled sarcastically, and walked to the blood-red Yan Chen.

"sorry."

Yan Chen turned around and opened his thin lips lightly.

In a word, Fu Nian's whole body suddenly shivered.

"Sorry……"

Yan Chen walked slowly, his eyes filled with the tenderness of the previous life, this was the first time he used the method of the previous life to treat the current talisman.

Fu Nian's fingers clenched into fists, his veins popped suddenly, and the sea of ​​blood in his eyes surged.He approached eagerly and grabbed Yan Chen's lapel with his hand: "What are you doing? Have pity on me, huh?"

"Mo Qing, you are a prostitute, what can you do to be sorry for me, huh?"

Yan Chen felt that his throat was almost suffocated by the rune, and he didn't struggle, his eyes were still full of warm spring water.

Yan Chen's smile was shallow and pale.Seeing this smile, Fu Nian became more and more annoyed.

This kind of tenderness, every frown and smile... is very much like his dead master.He longed for such tenderness infinitely, but was annoyed by such tenderness.Just a prostitute/prostitute, why is he so similar to his master?

Master is someone he respects like a god, but who is your Mo Qing?She's just a whore, he doesn't deserve it!

Besides, does he need a prostitute to take pity on him, the majestic Ye Zun?

Fu Nian glared at those gentle eyes, wishing to tear him apart, but, she was so eager to get closer to him, even closer.

So close that I kissed the slender eyelashes with my lips, and touched the warm eyes.

"Respect, lord... I, I will stay in your body, beside you... to accompany you..."

Yan Chen's fair face flushed red, his throat was suffocated, but he was still trying to speak.

Fu Nian smiled: "Stay by my side? Do your best to be a prostitute? Mo Qing, you are really shameless."

The smile on the corner of Yan Chen's mouth froze and then melted: "I...just want to be with you..."

Fu Nian let go of his hand in vain, he pushed the person in his hand away, Yan Chen immediately staggered and took several steps back.

Yan Chen's chest heaved violently, he held onto the edge of the table and tried to look up to find the talisman, but all he was left with was a dark and cold back.

"Nonsense! No one taught you, don't make promises lightly?"

"Or you prostitutes/prostitutes, are born with the characteristics of talking nonsense?"

Fu Nian's voice was cold, sneering, as cold as a piece of ice that would never melt for thousands of years.

Yan Chen has been watching this figure from the beginning to the end, and this figure finally disappeared before his eyes.

Behind the mountain, beside the cold pool.

With a beating heart for a moment, Fu Nian jumped, and his whole body fell into the icy water.

He closed his eyes, and the voice in his ear was still persistent.

"Respect, Lord... I will accompany you from now on..."

"be with you……"

The icy pool water washed his skin, everything became icy cold, only the restless heart still refused to be subdued.

"Wow~"

Fu Nian broke through the water, revealing half of his body, his clothes were completely wet, his black hair was wet on his generous shoulders, and there was a lingering anger on his evil and handsome face.

It was just a casual remark, and he panicked because of it.

In the past, when he was in a relationship with those soft and charming people, he had heard countless words of Qiaoxiao Qianxi, and he used them one by one, and never took them seriously.

I remember that Zhuran exhaled like blue at his side: "My lord, Zhuran wants to be by your side forever..."

How did he answer back then?By the way, he pinched her chin as white as jade, and smiled: "Okay."

He smiled and said yes, but how could he believe such nonsense from life to life?

People in the world are cold, and the words of staying together with each other are just words that come from emotion.

What's more, these words came from Zhuran's mouth.

What's more, the person who said this to him at the beginning was not the person he stayed with, but even so, that person failed to do it.

But what happened to him now?Zhuran and Mo Qing have the same identity, so is there any difference?

Fu Nian suddenly felt a headache.Many complicated thoughts entangled him, as if forming an impenetrable net, entangled every inch of his flesh and blood, making him unable to move.

The body slowly submerged into the cold pool, allowing emotions to devour reason.

The next day, Yan Chen was taken to the main hall of Yexingyuan and became the person who served Fu Nian in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation.

The author has something to say: Cough, living together, we can get along friendly for a while.