Did the villain act like a spoiled brat to the master?

Yu Yang didn't go back honestly that night, but stayed in the side hall of Hanqing Pavilion.

He also stayed in this place a lot when he was a child, and it was almost becoming another dormitory for him.

As long as the little pretty boy acts like a baby to the master, the master will helplessly compromise with him and let him stay by her side for one night.

Even sometimes, the boy would use the excuse of not being able to sleep to sneak into Gu Ruoqing's room in the middle of the night. The gentle fairy had no choice but to lead the boy back to the side hall, and play the piano by his side until the boy fell asleep. Lightly cover him with the kicked-off quilt.

Now that Gu Ruoqing is locked up in the Hanqing Pavilion and has nowhere to go, Yu Yang also uses the excuse of avoiding people's eyes and ears to go to the Demon Realm during the day and return to the North Hall on time at night.

No matter how bloody the demon world is, whenever the moonlight rises, the blood-soaked demon will show the sweetest smile, and cover the eyes of the white-clothed fairy with the hand that has just washed off the blood.

Every morning when he left, he would pick the freshest and most delicate flowers from the cliff and put them into the porcelain cup on Gu Ruoqing's desk. Little daisies, bellflowers, roses, and camellias were his good morning greetings to Gu Ruoqing.

"Master can't go out, so I will go to the mountains and bushes instead of Master every day, and in the first cool breeze after dawn, I will pick for you the mountain flowers on the highest cliff that condense the first drop of dew under the sun."

The young man has a bright smile, his glib tongue and scheming are all packaged in the guise of childish talk, rampant and sultry.

The mountain is not like the bottom of the mountain. You can have some sweet snacks to satisfy your cravings. No matter how powerful Yu Yang is, he can't catch a candied haws seller and lock him up on the mountain.

He brought back a few hawthorn saplings from the foot of the mountain, replaced the few pear trees that Gu Ruoqing had died from waterlogging, and made a big splash in the backyard of the North Hall of Hanqing Pavilion.

Under the catalysis of spiritual power, the saplings quickly grew up, bloomed sparse flowers, and began to bear small green fruits in the morning and evening.

After Yuyang returned to Hanqing Pavilion at night, the first thing he did was to take Gu Ruoqing to look at the hawthorn tree in the backyard. While looking at it, he whispered in Gu Ruoqing's ear that the tree was growing too slowly, when would he be able to taste sweet and sour Delicious candied haws.

Gu Ruoqing listened and did not speak, but silently stroked the green leaves of the hawthorn tree with his fingers.

Even though he was already a head taller than Gu Ruoqing, Yuyang was still the same as before, he liked to lie halfway beside Gu Ruoqing with his arms propped up, listening to him tell himself the legends of the Arabian Nights in "Story and Wild Talk".

Even though he had heard those stories many times, he could never get tired of Gu Ruoqing's way of telling them.

The fairy in white would lower his head and close his eyes, flipping through the volume with his fingers, his voice was like the wind blowing a clear spring, and his serious appearance was like a painting.

That painting is as beautiful as a distant mountain, as clear as the morning sun, so reassuring that people seem to forget all the troubles and pains in the world, and walk into a carefree fairyland with him.

Yu Yang looked at him, and the fingers hanging beside him moved slightly, drawing circles on the floor non-stop.

He is drawing a prison, locking this distant mountain and this early sun inside.

Locked to his side.

For him alone.

He dreamed that he was walking in a long, long tunnel without any light.

The darkness swallowed him like a beast, he wanted to shout, wanted to scream, but he couldn't make a sound, he could only walk around in a daze, as if he was the only one left in the world.

Suddenly, he saw a glimmer of light in the distance.

He ran like a dying walker, suddenly turned into a child seeing the sun for the first time.

He saw a fairy in white clothes descending from the sky, surrounded by divine light, with gentle eyes, reaching out to him.

"Come here," said the man, as if the surrounding darkness was driven away by his clear voice, "come to me."

He asked: "Who are you?"

The man took his hand and knelt down slowly: "Don't be afraid. I won't make you suffer anymore."

"This time, I'm here to love you."

He watched the man smile at him, as if all the tenderness in the world was in his eyes.

He was fascinated by it, and his body involuntarily approached the warmth.

He wanted to walk towards that person, and opened his mouth to call him: "Master..."

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his chest.

He lowered his head and found a sword stuck in his chest.

He saw that the man's expression seemed to have changed, becoming as cold as ice, and he looked like a scourge: "The remnants of the demons should be killed."

He couldn't believe it, and fell backwards facing the man's indifferent gaze.

Yu Yang suddenly woke up from the dream.

Panting heavily, he touched his chest reflexively, the pain there seemed to have not completely dissipated from the dream.

He looked around and found that he was in the side hall of Hanqing Pavilion.

It was not yet dawn, but he found that Gu Ruoqing was no longer in the palace.

He changed his clothes, looked around, and saw that Gu Ruoqing was quietly watering a tree in the backyard.

The tree must have been blessed by others, and those small fruits have matured and turned bright red.Yu Yang leaned against the door frame to watch him without making a sound. After Gu Ruoqing applied a few waves of spiritual power to the hawthorn tree, he went back to the hall silently.

As soon as Gu Ruoqing entered the main hall, he was surprised to see a tall and tall young man in black with his back facing him: "Haven't you left today?"

Yu Yang was staring at the things on the case table in a daze.

He turned his head: "... I was delayed this morning, and I will go to the mountains to practice later."

There is nothing unusual about the things on the table, a few volumes of books, a jade vase, today's flowers have not yet been inserted in it.

It's just that in the middle of the table, there is a ceramic disc, which contains a few plump and ruddy hawthorn fruits, and the crystal clear syrup after cooling is poured on it.

But maybe the person who made it has never done it before. The heat of rock sugar is really bad. Although the syrup is crystal clear, but too much sugar is added, it is too thick, and the color is yellowish. Only one side of the hawthorn is stained with sugar. The sugar solidified before the other side had time to turn over.

Seeing Yuyang staring at the plate of failed hawthorn, Gu Ruoqing was a little embarrassed, "Cough... I thought it would be very simple."

"Want to try it?"

Yu Yang reached out to pick up one, put it in his mouth, and bit it, it was so sweet that he could hardly taste it was a hawthorn, he panicked.

"It's delicious." He smiled at Gu Ruoqing: "Master is really amazing, it's exactly the same as the one sold under the mountain, no no, it's even more delicious than other people's."

Seeing that Gu Ruoqing breathed a sigh of relief, Yu Yang's smile remained unchanged: "It's getting late, the disciples are leaving first."

As soon as he turned around, he suddenly saw Gu Ruoqing's hand stretched forward, as if trying to grab his sleeve.

But that hand just stretched out a little bit, and then stopped.

"Master?"

Gu Ruoqing withdrew her hand quietly, with a calm expression: "It's nothing. You can go."

That book was placed at the forefront of the desktop, and the most conspicuous "Wild Tales of Monsters" suddenly caught Yu Yang's eyes.

Obviously, you can make candied haws anytime, but you insisted on getting up early this morning to pick the fruit, boil the sugar, and put it on the table when he was about to leave. There was also the book "Ghosts and Wild Talks" that he said was his favorite last night. ".

He still remembered what he said inadvertently last night: "It would be nice to have candied haws while reading."

Sure enough, even the most banished saint cannot escape the shackles of loneliness.

They are ascetic and stay away from right and wrong, but eventually become lonely prisoners.

No one can deny warmth if he can get rid of the cold.

People are all the same.

Gu Ruoqing was trying to keep him.

Haha, Gu Ruoqing is trying to keep him.Looking at the white figure in front of him, Yu Yang suddenly felt a thousand layers of waves aroused in his heart, and he reached an intracranial orgasm on the cusp of the storm.

Fen Xi sent him a voice transmission in the demon world, and told him anxiously that the biggest demon king in the demon world had begun to rebel, and told him to go back and suppress it.As long as he can defeat the demon king, he can become the demon king.

But Yuyang didn't seem to hear it. In fact, he didn't want to care about anything except the person in front of him.

He walked straight towards Gu Ruoqing, hugged Gu Ruoqing's waist, and buried him on the side of his neck, his voice was low, revealing an irresistible temptation.

"The disciple suddenly wants to be lazy today, is the master willing to accompany the disciple?"

It is always heard in the vernacular scriptures that the king abandoned the early dynasty for the beauty, leaving a bad reputation for thousands of years.

When Yu Yang propped his face, watching Gu Ruoqing boil sugar with his sleeves rolled up, and raised his eyes and smiled at him, he felt that those kings were simply a generation of wise kings, who should last forever.

Gu Ruoqing poured the syrup on the hawthorn fruit again, this time not as hastily as last time, and turned it over again under Yu Yang's reminder, tried it by himself, and thought it was not bad.

Yu Yang kept looking at him, then suddenly stretched out his hand, snatched the remaining half of the hawthorn from his bite, and put it in his mouth.

The war in the demon world has already started, and blood is spilled on the ground every second.

He licked the outer layer of honey with the tip of his tongue, and all he heard in his ears was the sound of the two sides fighting with the tip of the knife piercing the flesh.

Gu Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, then said helplessly, "There are many more."

Yu Yang smiled at him, his eyes were curved, as crystal clear as that syrup: "I just like to eat leftovers." After speaking, he licked the corners of his mouth.

"You." Gu Ruoqing shook his head and smiled.

"I'm free today, how about master playing the piano for my disciple?" Yu Yang stood up, took a step forward, and pulled out the Wang Lian sword that was placed aside with one hand.Wang Lian's sword was inlaid with blue, and it was glowing with a faint white light in Yu Yang's hand.

With a wave of his hand, Wang Lian immediately uttered a piercing sound in the air: "The disciple will dance the sword for the master, how about it?"

The sound of the piano is melodious, but Yu Yang's sword moves are fierce, as if he has the momentum of a golden and iron horse galloping across the mountains and rivers.

Wanglian and Pohen have a spiritual connection. When Wanglian dances in Yuyang's hands, Pohen in the demon world is also sensed and rises out of thin air, killing all directions.

The black sword cuts iron like mud, and the blood sprayed from the sword tip can irrigate a river. Since then, it has become famous in the devil world, and everyone is frightened.

Wang Lian twirled a sword flower in the air, and Po Hen chopped off the Demon King's feet in the Demon Realm.

With a "bang", a teacup shattered on the floor of Hanqing Pavilion, and the rebellious Demon King knelt down.

Yu Yang turned around, and the blade of the sword suddenly brought a menacing killing intent, and stabbed Gu Ruoqing with a sword.

Pohen stopped in response, and the tip of the sword stopped outside the demon king's terrified eyeballs.

And in the Hanqing Pavilion thousands of miles away, the white-glowing spirit sword was also pointed at Gu Ruoqing's eyebrows.

The sound of the piano was melodious, and everyone in the devil world shouted "Long live the devil".

As long as the distance of one knuckle, he can kill immortals and fall demons, and climb to the top in one step.

Fen Xi's exasperated voice came from next to his ear: "Why didn't you stab?!"

Yu Yang looked at Gu Ruoqing who looked calm in front of him, the corner of his mouth curled up, and he answered incorrectly, "I can't bear it."

The sound of the piano stopped slowly, and the murderous intent in the air just now had already dissipated with the stopped sword edge, and now only a faint sweet fragrance lingered.

Gu Ruoqing looked up at him, closed his eyes again, and wrote lightly, "Have you enjoyed yourself? Sit down and rest when you have enjoyed yourself."

The young man in black threw the spirit sword into its sheath, picked up a honey hawthorn, and immediately sat back beside him.

Obedient as a big dog.

He looked at Gu Ruoqing, and couldn't let go of the corner of his mouth: "Master, I'm so happy."

"What's wrong? So happy." Gu Ruoqing was puzzled.

Yu Yang didn't answer, his eyes were burning.

He was glad the man was so stupid.

He's glad the game is so much fun.

He was glad the man was still in a cage and addicted to him.

He likes this game, likes this cage, and he will continue to play this scene until he gets bored.

It's just that he looked at Gu Ruoqing with too warm eyes, too sincere, too gentle.

Teenagers are too cunning, but also arrogant.

How can games and reality be so easily distinguished?

The author has something to say: Advice in life: Don't play this thing as a game.

You think you are sober, but you just entered the drama without knowing it.

（来自一个母胎solo的单身狗，沧桑）感谢在2020-05-1615:05:17~2020-05-2323:40:35期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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