The devil attacks me every day

Hot blood was splashed, and with a whimper, a red monster fell to the ground.

The slender fingers pulled out a well-shaped tooth from the bloody mouth of the beast.

Zhuang Nanhai pinched that tooth in his hand and glanced at the sun.

The color is pure and clear, and it is really a very outstanding tooth.

He nodded in satisfaction, and carefully retracted his teeth into Nahaizhu.

"..." Hei Ya held back ten thousand words in his heart, but he really didn't dare to say them.

But the master's confusing behavior really made him a little bit unbearable, so he couldn't bear to complain and boasted: "These teeth are so beautiful. Master, do you want to give it to Mr. Meng?"

Zhuang Nanhai guessed what was on his mind, and his face was slightly uncomfortable, and he snorted softly: "What's wrong?"

Hei Ya wanted to teach his master how to choose gifts, but he was not very good at opening his mouth, so he could only insinuate: "I don't think Mr. Meng would like this kind of thing..."

The words were still left in his mouth, Hei Ya swallowed them all with a thud, with a flattering smile on his face: "I don't know Mr. Meng well, how would I know what he likes, hehe."

Zhuang Nanhai withdrew his gaze in satisfaction and continued to search for the fire weasel.

Hei Ya followed Zhuang Nanhai for a long time, watching him pull out one bloody tooth after another, he couldn't help but feel his own teeth start to sore.

He really felt that his master would not please others, and he could not even attract Mr. Meng's attention.

Hei Ya naturally doesn't care about his master's emotional affairs, anyway, who he likes and who he wants to be with has nothing to do with him.

But if it continues like this, the master is not in the mood to search for things in the clouds, and goes to these corners every day to find gifts for Mr. Meng...

He is really too difficult.

"Cough...Master, in fact, I have a few tricks on my side, which can...well, make you and Mr. Meng closer, closer."

Zhuang Nanhai caught Hei Ya's tentative expression.

Zhuang Nanhai was silent for a moment.

Then, he waved to him: "Come."

·

Meng Qi'an looked at the Ceylon grass in his hand, then looked back at Suchenju, which was gradually going away, and followed the boy down the mountain step by step.

"I liked you very much when I saw you last time." Su Yaowei's smiling and enthusiastic voice seemed to still linger in his ears: "Xiaoyou Zhao, you can take this Ceylon grass and give it to you as Cang Zhu and me." You see, we don’t have any close juniors on weekdays, and you just come to Huanyun, and you can come to chat with us from time to time, how nice it is!”

What kind of meeting gift, why should I give him a meeting gift?

Obviously only met once, when did he become Su Yaowei's close junior again?

Do you still go to chat with Shu Cangzhu from time to time?

Sorry to bother you.

The little boy who brought him to Suchenju and now sent him back almost lost his eyeballs in the Ceylon grass.

You must know that Ceylon grass, an extremely precious spiritual herb, usually only appears in ancient books, and how could it be seen in reality without a great chance.But at this moment, this Mr. Zhao Qian and Mr. Zhao from the Xueji Sect actually held two pots by himself, so how not to make people jealous!

The little boy enviously said: "Young Master Zhao and Master Su are old acquaintances, you are too low-key. Next time you have something to tell me directly, my name is Yun Han, and I take care of Shengzun's daily life on weekdays."

Meng Qi'an knew that no matter how much he explained, the boy wouldn't listen, so he simply didn't explain, and just said 'yes' a few times.

When they returned to Suluju, Zhuang Nanhai and Hei Ya came back.He was sitting at the table doing something, and Hei Ya was standing beside him.Seeing Meng Qi'an came back with two pots of unattractive flowers, Zhuang Nanhai quickly put the things on the table back into Nahaizhu.

These are two pots of Ceylon grass.

Zhuang Nanhai narrowed his eyes slightly as he stared at the two pots of Ceylon grass, and then said seemingly unintentionally: "You're back."

"Uh...well, I'm back." For some reason, Meng Qi'an suddenly felt a guilty conscience.

Last time, Meng Qi'an didn't tell Zhuang Nanhai about the flamingo tail that Shu Cang Zhu gave him. This time, he came back with two pots of Ceylon grass that Shu Cang Zhu gave him, and happened to bump into him in the room.

I hope he doesn't ask himself where the flower came from.

Lu Zhixue secretly glanced at the owner's eyes, and then approached the Ceylon grass very politely, and asked, "Mr. Meng, what kind of flower is this?"

Meng Qi'an didn't know what to do with this precious thing for the time being, so he took a peek at Zhuang Nanhai's expression, then carefully put it on the table, and replied, "It's called Ceylon grass, a...rare spiritual herb."

"Oh..." In a word, Lu Zhixue only remembered the key word rare, and asked again: "What can it be used for? Can it be used for refining medicine?"

Meng Qi'an really didn't know what this Ceylon grass could be used for, at least it was useless to a half-assed medicine practitioner like him, so he hesitated for a while before answering: "...Bring it, see?"

"..." Lu Zhixue slid closer, glanced at the Ceylon grass, and smacked her lips: "This flower is ugly enough."

Meng Qi'an couldn't answer these words.

Lu Zhixue blinked and asked again: "Mr. Meng, who gave you this flower?"

"..." Here it comes, there really will be this problem.

Meng Qi'an didn't intend to hide anything on purpose, but he always felt that when this matter was mentioned, Zhuang Nanhai's eyes were a little weird, so he avoided the seriousness and made a perfunctory sentence: "Su Yaowei from the Wan Ting Sect knew me and said to see me off." meet and greet."

"It's not Su Yaowei! It must have been sent by Shu Cangzhu..." Lu Zhixue turned her back and grinned, and then turned around with a smile: "Hey, is Mr. Meng happy to receive the flowers? I see you next time." Gu Lang also wants to send him flowers!"

Meng Qi'an frowned, looked at Hua, and then at Zhuang Nanhai: "It's not really happy..."

More is inexplicable.

"Master, master!" Seeing that the time had come, Hei Ya silently mouthed Zhuang Nanhai: "Show weakness, show weakness!"

Zhuang Nanhai silently recalled in his mind the series of tricks that Hei Ya told him in the Weasel Mountain Range, with a very embarrassed expression on his face.

Hei Ya raised her eyebrows and glanced at Meng Qi'an several times: "Opportunity, opportunity!"

Everything feels unfamiliar and awkward the first time you do it.

Not to mention how difficult it is for Zhuang Nanhai to show weakness.

Zhuang Nanhai was restless, and instinctively felt that what he was about to say was too shameful, his handsome face was full of lovelessness.

He tried his best to weaken his voice a bit, and then said the last sentence without emotion: "It's nice to have friends."

There was a pause in the middle, and there was a hint of helplessness in the voice naturally.

As soon as these words came out, Zhuang Nanhai wished he could crush this hill and bury himself in it.

But Meng Qi'an's words had a different meaning in Meng Qi'an's ears.

Zhuang Nanhai's voice without ups and downs is just like his life is empty.

He lost his previous memory, no relatives, no friends.No where to come from, let alone where to go.His blank life must have been boring and lonely, otherwise, after meeting him again, he would not stand in a different position and still protect him everywhere.

Are you protecting the only person you can think of?

Meng Qian felt sore, picked up the two pots of Ceylon grass from the table, approached Zhuang Nanhai, put them in front of the table where he was, and pushed them with both hands: "Here you are!"

Zhuang Nanhai was a little nervous because of the sudden approach of the young man, raised his eyes slightly, and saw Meng Qi'an directly delivered a flower pot to his arms, afraid that he would not accept it, said: "We are friends, we each have a pot!"

Then Meng Qi'an sat down beside him, holding a pot of Ceylon grass in his arms, and said very sincerely: "Zhuang Nanhai, you may not know that we were friends a long time ago. At that time, we two Been to... well, we don't seem to have been to many places, but we hit it off right away!"

"You helped me the first time you saw me, and even when I was suspected of killing your family members! Tell me, how much you had to like me to protect me like this. Now, your friend and I Right here, what I have, you have!"

I can't wait to pour two glasses of wine and put some blood on the spot.

Zhuang Nanhai looked down at the Ceylon grass in his arms.It was ugly and useless to him, but this potted flower couldn't help but become cute in his eyes.Then he raised his eyes to look at Meng Qi'an, who was close at hand, his eyes were more sincere and affectionate than before, his eyes were bright, and there was a bright light in them.

"I like it." He blurted out.

These three words are soft and soft, but they are so solemn when they fall into the air.Especially when he met Shangzhuang Nanhai's eyes, those perennially indifferent pupils were extremely hot at this moment, looking at his face very seriously.

The plain Chinese character face faded away, and Zhuang Nanhai's exquisite and flawless face was right in front of his eyes.At this moment, Meng Qi'an seemed to see the expression that Zhuang Qing used to look at him back then, gentle and restrained, but with an oppressive aggression.

Gudong.

Meng Qi'an couldn't help swallowing.

At this moment, he could not help admiring Zhuang Nanhai's face.

Why in the world is there a man who can see this so easily that he can't help but look at it again and again.

and many more.

This doesn't seem to be the first time he thinks so.

Meng Qi'an suddenly looked back, shook his head slightly, coughed lightly, and said, "You... what did you just say?

Plopping, heart speeding up for some reason, lips are dry, ears are hot.

Zhuang Nanhai pursed his lips, and said seriously: "I said, I must have liked you very much at that time, so I protected you so much."

Meng Qi'an's heart suddenly relaxed.

At the moment when Kexin let go, he didn't know whether it was happiness or disappointment, which made his excited heart cool down quickly.

He twitched the corner of his mouth: "Uh, so you are starting to be interested in the past?"

Not interested, he's seen it all.

But what Zhuang Nanhai said was: "Yes. Tell me, please?"

The author has something to say: Zhuang Nanhai: I can have a wife in this life because I have two good employees.

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