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"Hey, Yuebai, I've said so much, did you listen?" Feng Jiuge suddenly stopped, looked at Yun Qingchen, and asked.

"Huh?" Yun Qingchen raised his eyebrows slightly, it was obvious that he didn't listen to Feng Jiuge's words just now.

Feng Jiuge waved his hands in frustration, and said helplessly, "Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Yun Qingchen nodded, "Yes", bypassing Feng Jiuge and continuing to walk forward.

Feng Jiuge looked at Yun Qingchen's straight figure, so he was ignored?

"Yun Qingchen!" Feng Jiuge suddenly yelled by name and surname.

"Huh? What?" Yun Qingchen turned his head, looked at Feng Jiuge, and asked.

The direction Yun Qingchen was standing was against the light, the candlelight from afar elongated his figure, and his handsome face was covered with a hazy color, like a fairy in the nine heavens.

Feng Jiuge chuckled and said, "Yuebai, have you read the storybook?"

"No."

"That's a pity. I'll write a few books for you some other day."

"Written?"

"No, but I can assure you that I must write well, because my old man said that my ability to talk nonsense is unrivaled."

"..."

Yun Qingchen turned around, not wanting to listen to Feng Jiuge's bragging.Feng Jiuge hurriedly followed, stretched out his hand to hook Yun Qingchen's neck, but felt something cold on his chest, the coolness penetrated through the fabric and reached his heart, looking down, he only found a white and translucent jade flute Leaning against his chest, raised his head to meet Shang Yun Qingchen's cold eyes, and said, "Let go of your hands."

Due to the constant air-conditioning around Yun Qingchen, Feng Jiuge let go of the hand on his shoulder, carefully removed the white jade flute lying across his chest, and smiled flatteringly at Yun Qingchen: "Yue Bai, I have something to say."

Yun Qingchen took back Bai Yuxiao, glanced at Feng Jiuge, snorted coldly, ignored Feng Jiuge, and walked straight. A thick layer of snow had already accumulated in the deep alley. There was a slight "creak" sound, and the white clothes gradually disappeared into the boundless night.

Feng Jiuge stood there blankly, his eyes fixed, as if he was thinking about something, when he came back to his senses, he saw only a corner of Yun Qingchen's robe exposed in the light, and he raised his foot to follow immediately.

Then, in the quiet street, I heard Feng Jiuge's voice alone, "Yuebai, wait for me."

Arriving in front of a private house, Yun Qingchen clasped the door, turned her head and looked at Feng Jiuge beside her, her meaning was self-evident.

Feng Jiuge didn't know whether he really didn't understand what Yun Qingchen meant or pretended not to understand, so he stepped forward and pushed the door open, and made a gesture of invitation to Yun Qingchen.

Yun Qingchen took a deep look at him, lifted his robe, took a step, passed him, and walked into the courtyard.

At this time, Su Ziyu heard the sound and just walked out of the house. Feng Jiuge turned around and closed the door, and met Su Ziyu's surprised eyes, "You you you, who are you?"

"I am Zhilan Yushu, Yushu is facing the wind, so romantic and suave." Feng Jiuge brushed the messy hair in front of his forehead, before he finished a lot of rhetoric, Yun Qingchen stopped him with a look.

Yun Qingchen interrupted Feng Jiuge's endless narcissism, "Feng Jiuge"

Hearing this, Su Ziyu's neck froze for an instant, turned his head with difficulty, looked at Feng Jiugezai carefully, and stammered again, "That's it, that Lord Hades." He was just chatting with the little tiger next door today, I heard Xiao Huzi mention Feng Jiuge, the famous Lord of the Underworld, I heard that Feng Jiuge was bloodthirsty, cruel and cruel, and once cut a person in half alive.

Feng Jiuge choked up his words, stared at Su Ziyu fiercely, and couldn't help but correct him: "Go, go, what Lord Yan! Have you ever seen a Lord Yama who looks as handsome as me?"

The corner of Su Ziyu's mouth twitched fiercely. He had never seen such a shameless person. He wanted to ridicule him a few more words, but thinking of the identity of the other party, he held back and had no choice but to stand aside and despise him secretly.

Yun Qingchen ignored the two of them and walked straight into the house.Seeing this, Feng Jiuge followed, and turned to Su Ziyu and said, "I'm not going to prepare tea yet." Su Ziyu was puzzled by what he said, so she gave him a look, snorted coldly, and shook her head. Flicking his sleeves, trot followed Yun Qingchen, and hurried to the house.

Feng Jiuge sat next to Yun Qingchen, dragging his chin with one hand, watching him silently.Yun Qingchen glanced at him, just in time to see Feng Jiuge looking at him with a pitiful expression, and pointed to the empty pot beside him.

"Ziyu, prepare tea." Yun Qingchen rubbed his forehead, he brought his ancestor back today, and he couldn't shake it off.

After finally taking a sip of hot tea, Feng Jiuge felt warm all over.Feeling comfortable now, Feng Jiuge wanted to talk again, looked at Yun Qingchen, and was about to speak, but heard Yun Qingchen's faint voice "see off"

Su Ziyu walked up to Feng Jiuge, and smiled at him gently, "Yan, oh no, King Chen please."

Singer Feng Jiu leaned on the chair and said, "If you don't leave, you won't leave."

Su Ziyu looked at Feng Jiuge disdainfully, and said, "Young Master told you to go, but you still insist on it, it's really the first time I've seen you."

"Well, that's right, I'll show you more in the future." Feng Jiuge picked up a piece of pastry on the plate, tasted it carefully, and then spit it out again, picked up the tea on the side and directly poured it into his mouth, saying quietly: " This is the worst pastry I've ever eaten."

"You, you, you..." Su Ziyu was so angry that she couldn't complete a sentence, and stared at Feng Jiuge.

"Why, don't you believe me? Yuebai, try it." Feng Jiuge asked, then picked up a piece and stuffed it into Yun Qingchen's mouth without saying a word.

Yun Qingchen was startled by the cake that came out of his mouth, his lips were slightly parted, and he was about to speak, but Feng Jiuge stuffed the cake directly into his mouth.Immediately, a strange taste filled the mouth, first sweet, then salty, and finally a bit bitter. The flour smeared in the mouth, like bean dregs, and it was hard to swallow.Yun Qingchen's complexion changed slightly, he bent down to spit out what was in his mouth, took the tea handed over by Feng Jiuge, and took a few sips. Although it was different from Feng Jiuge's rudeness like a cow drinking water, it was also different from the elegance of the past. Different, with a touch of urgency.

"Hahaha, Yuebai, I didn't lie to you, it's really unpalatable." Feng Jiuge laughed.

The discomfort in his mouth gradually dissipated, Yun Qingchen put down his teacup, nodded, "Yeah"

Su Ziyu was embarrassed for a while. He found this from a book and worked for an afternoon. Seeing that I was in a bad mood, the book said that I could eat some sweets when I was in a bad mood, so I learned it, but the result didn't seem to be ideal.

Feng Jiuge glanced at the darkening night outside the room, stood up, ignored Su Ziyu's annoyance, walked up to Yun Qingchen, grabbed his hand, and smiled slightly: "You didn't seem very happy when you came here. Friends, today's New Year's Eve, I will take you to a place." After finishing speaking, he pulled Yun Qingchen, used his lightness kung fu, and flew towards the distance.

Only Su Ziyu was left watching the two people going away, standing on the spot with a strange face, scratching his head, and said to himself: "Don't you, sir, never like people to get close to you? That Lord Hades arrested him, Why aren’t you angry, Young Master?” I still remember that when he just grabbed the young master’s robe to thank the young master for saving his life, he was thrown away by the young master, and the young master’s face was not good at that time. Knowing that the young master doesn't like people to get close, so every time I face the young master, I will keep a certain distance.

The cold wind whizzed by the ear, blowing the scattered hair on the sideburns, Yun Qingchen felt the warmth of Feng Jiuge's palm on his wrist, a trace of confusion flashed across his eyes, and he moved his wrist.Feng Jiuge turned around to look at Yun Qingchen, stroked his palm to Yun Qingchen's palm, took his cold hand, and still joked: "Yuebai, your hands are really cold, but they are very tender, and they are tender to the touch. It’s so comfortable, okay, hold on a little longer, it’ll be there soon.”

Yun Qingchen's hand froze when he was held, his eyes were locked on the tightly clasped hands of the two of them, his brows were slightly frowned, and he didn't know what he was thinking.