Strange Tales

All the little demons and immortals on the snow mountain knew that Bai Hanxun, the snow wolf demon who took over Qingcha Cave, was a broken sleeve, or an infatuated broken sleeve.

It is only said that after his tea master was gone, he dismissed those Yingying and Yanyan who had taken in before, and never remarried again, and guarded the square inch of Qingcha Cave, never to come back again.

People outside the story will always listen to the excitement. The snow wolf demon has been reduced to the point of being a loner, so it is not his own fault. It is just a pity that Mr. Qingming, the good tea that he cooked never appeared again.

At that time, Bai Hanxun, the snow wolf demon, had already made a name for himself in the snow mountain, with a radius of thousands of miles, he had no rivals, so he recruited a group of goblins who liked to climb on the bed.

However, this Bai Hanxun's vision was very high, and besides those female goblins and less beautiful little goblins, he left behind two or three goblins who were one in a million.

Later, one day after leaving the snow-capped mountain, he entered a teahouse named Qingcha, surrounded by mist and mist, so dense that he felt as if he was in heaven. Bai Hanxun recruited a young man to order a cup of green snow from the Jingting Pavilion. Suddenly felt a little bit bitter, and then very sweet.

What kind of heart and embroidering is this tea maker to make this clear tea Bai Hanxun thought so, and couldn't help but move lightly, looking for the back hall of the tea room.He is a monster, and ordinary people will definitely not be able to stop him.

In the back hall of the tea room, Bai Hanxun stared at the back of the tea maker, lost his mind for a long time.

Hearing the sound, Qing Ming stopped what she was doing, turned her head quietly, and said:

"Who is the son"

The smile between the words is clear, delicate and handsome, mixed with a hint of timidity.

That Bai Hanxun had seen a lot of stunning looks, either enchanting and charming, or pure and innocent, but when he saw this tea maker today, although he was not stunning, for some reason, he liked it very much.

He took him back to the cave in the snow-capped mountain. Because Qingming was not a demon, he was afraid of being blamed and bullied by other little demons, so he set up another private courtyard, named it Yilangqingcha, and let him settle down, so he was at ease.

Could it be that the little demon in the past was willing to follow him, but this Qingming has no worries and joys on his face, but has always had such a faint disposition, no joys and no worries, Bai Hanxun gifted him the snow-capped mountain lotus, and all the jade in the world are just put aside But the tea set made of jade is the only thing I love very much.

Bai Hanxun also liked a lot of male monsters before, but after a month, he lost interest, but this time, he stayed in the house for three consecutive months, and every time he made a cup of tea, he waited for it. After a long time, it has become a habit, but the person in the arms is still neither sad nor happy, and the clear and light smile at the first glance is never seen again.

Bai Hanxun felt that he was a snow wolf demon, and he couldn't get a smile at the Qingming place, and the other little demons added fuel and jealousy, and gradually alienated him.

Sometimes dreaming back in the middle of the night, when tossing and turning, she would put on a piece of clothing and walk to the private courtyard with a faint fragrance. The courtyard was dark, and she must have gone to bed early.

After a long time, he thought that he was going to forget the young man who made tea.That day, when there were snowflakes in the sky, two little wolf demons in the cave were about to leave the cave carrying a roll of broken mats, when he happened to see them and asked casually.

Seeing that the wolf king had neglected the tea maker, the two little demons said without much concealment.

"The son brought back by the king is gone, so the younger one was carried away for burial. Everyone seems to want to be buried in peace."

Hearing this, the cup of tea in Bai Hanxun's hand shattered instantly, and the little demon knelt tremblingly begging for mercy.

The mat fell to the ground, and the people inside just lay on the ground. They still had the same handsome face, and they were still the young man who was tempted that day, but they could no longer hold the hand to make a cup of tea and make a cold cry.

Bai Hanxun walked over tremblingly, looked at the corpse for a long time, before spitting out Qingming, his chest felt hot, and a mouthful of heart blood rushed to the tip of his tongue.

He hugged Qingming's body and took back a bag of tea. Everything inside was still as simple as before, but on the bed that was lingering before, there was a puddle of blood that had dried up, and fragments were scattered on the ground.

On the table with the Four Treasures of the Study, there was a layer of rice paper. When Bai Hanxun took a closer look, he felt extremely sad.On the rice paper, there is a picture of a man on each sheet, he is dressed in white clothes, he is gentle, or sad, or in a daze, or looks like he is burning. Those are all him, all are Bai Hanxun.

Bai Hanxun always thought that Qingming was forced by him and was forbearing, that's why he was so neither sad nor happy, and had no desires or desires.In the end, it turned out that it was always me who was wrong.

There was no longer the original person in the bag of green tea, so he locked it with a long lock, and no outsiders were allowed to enter again.