The law of true fragrance that cannot be escaped

"Meow." Two cow-colored kittens huddled together on the soft cushion and licked each other's fur.

Zhu Qiwei squatted aside, afraid to frighten them, kept a little distance away, and the look in his eyes was rare and gentle.

"What a glorious scene of fatherly love." Zhou Zhou squatted obediently, squatting opposite Zhu Qiwei, chatting nonsense with Rong Mao Mao beside him, "Senior Brother Mao Mao, let me tell you, don't look at us Brother Wei has a bad temper, but he treats his two children with gentleness."

Rong Maomao also squatted obediently, with his hands on his knees, nodding while listening, which was very face-saving.

"The name of the mother of the two babies is Milk, and we got it from Brother Wei. He took care of him since he was a child, no, he grew up with Brother Wei. Unexpectedly, God's will tricks people, sad things always happen suddenly..."

Zhou Zhou sighed, "The two babies passed away unfortunately not long after they were born. Alas, our brother Wei not only lost his love, but his aunt even said he lost the two babies. Poor thing..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhu Qiwei beat Zhou Zhou on the head.

The hedgehog-headed boy had stood up at some point, with the corners of his eyes and brows raised, and a villainous grin on his face. The two "poor little boys" were shivering under Zhu Qiwei's shadow.

"You can talk like that, why don't you become a screenwriter?" Zhu Qiwei almost covered Zhou Zhou's mouth with a rag.

When I was young, I was deceived by Zhou Zhou's cute appearance, but who knew that he was actually a chatterbox, and his emotions were extraordinarily "abundant".

Poor little Zhou Zhou bravely said, "But now the screenwriters are all shouting for beating."

Zhu Qiwei snorted and said, "Don't you just owe a beating?"

Zhou Zhou leaned sadly on Rong Maomao's shoulder. Rong Maomao wanted to raise his hand to comfort him, but just at this moment, he saw Rong Hua walking towards him, his palm turned and turned toward Rong Hua. Vigorously shaking, "Master."

Zhu Qiwei squatted down again, put his hands on his knees and looked at the kitten.

I just felt my head being gently rubbed, and Ronghua's laughing voice came from above my head, "It's time for the kitten to drink milk, come and feed it."

"En." Zhu Qiwei replied in a low voice, nodded and took the milk.

After the hand on the top of the head left, Zhu Qiwei was slightly disappointed and then heaved a sigh of relief. He fed the two kittens and asked, "Do they have names?"

"Master said to wait for you to pick it up." Rong Maomao replied.

Zhu Qiwei was stunned, and subconsciously looked at Ronghua, who was sitting beside him with a handful of long hair in his hands, whispering something to the people around him.

The person next to him was dressed in a black Tang suit, with a handsome appearance and a noble demeanor. When Zhu Qiwei looked over, he met his dark eyes.

"Hanhan, are you listening to me?" Ronghua tugged at Fan Zonghan's hair that fell by his ear unhappily.

Zhu Qiwei saw a smile flashing across the man's eyes, and at the same time held Ronghua's wrist with one hand, and turned his head away.

Han Han? !

Zhu Qiwei's mouth twitched, the very characteristic title was definitely obtained by the temple master...

"Meow."

Probably because Zhu Qiwei was distracted, the kitten stood up and grabbed Zhu Qiwei's fingers with its two front paws.

Zhu Qiwei carefully smoothed the fur on the kitten's back with the other hand, "One is called Qiuqiu and the other is called Eggy."

"Do you want to stay and take care of them?" Fan Zonghan had already held a handful of hair beside Ronghua, and turned to look at Zhu Qiwei upon hearing this.

Zhu Qiwei simply sat on the ground, pouted, "I'm busy, don't stay."

Zhou Zhou raised his hand obediently, "My Lord, Brother Wei and I still have to go to school, so we can only come over on weekends or holidays."

"That's right, then I'll leave a room for the two of you in the Taoist temple." Ronghua nodded and smiled, "It's convenient for you to come and stay on weekends."

Zhu Qiwei's expression was a little awkward, he lowered his head and did not refuse Ronghua's proposal.

The two of them had been up the mountain for a long time, and when they left, Rong Maomao handed each of them a small wooden sign, "This is given to you by Master."

The wooden sign is about half the size of a palm and can be held in one hand.

Zhou Zhou took it curiously, and gave Zhu Qi the only one, "What is this?"

"Same as the wooden sign hanging on your waist?" Zhu Qiwei suddenly raised his eyebrows and asked, pointing to the wooden sign on Rong Mao Mao's waist.

"Eh? It's really the same." Zhou Zhou said in surprise after comparing.

"Well, this is engraved by the master's hand, and it is a gift for the apprentices." Rong Maomao looked at the two seriously.

Zhu Qiwei was stunned, and Zhou Zhou pointed at himself in a daze, "Why... I have it too?"

"You are also the apprentice that Master wants to accept." Rong Maomao took it for granted, and then looked at Zhu Qiwei, "The little hedgehog ran away after pulling you, but Master didn't have time to say anything."

"Really, really?" Zhou Zhou's face flushed with excitement.

Rong Maomao nodded.

Zhu Qiwei whispered awkwardly, "I didn't agree to be his apprentice."

Rong Maomao scratched his cheek in embarrassment, "Really? Then I still..." As he said that, he was about to reach out and take back the wooden sign that Zhu Qiwei was holding.

Zhu Qiwei shrank his hands behind his back and shouted, "Hey, brat!"

"Pfft." Rong Maomao couldn't help laughing out loud, and pretended to be serious with a straight face, "I want to call you brother."

"You, you're kidding me!" Zhu Qiwei was angry and ashamed.

"Master told me that you were duplicity, and asked me to tease you." Rong Maomao smiled, and his round face was slightly embarrassed, "It's the first time I play with people, it's very interesting haha. "

Zhu Qiwei: "..."

The master is bad, and the brothers are also bad!

The night in the Taoist temple is quiet and quiet, with few moons and stars.

Ronghua had just finished taking a shower, with his hair loose, and holding a wooden comb in his hand, he strolled to find Fan Zonghan.

"Hanhan, comb my hair." Rong Hua naturally handed over the wooden comb in his hand.

At that time, Fan Zonghan was facing the computer. After Ronghua entered the room, he looked up and was about to turn off the computer.

"Han, Hanhan?!" A surprised female voice suddenly came from the computer.

Ronghua tilted his head in doubt, and wanted to go to Fan Zonghan's side, but Fan Zonghan sat on the chair next to him by his arm, and the subtle arc of his freshly washed long hair happened to be captured by the camera of the computer.

This time, there was another gasp.

When Ronghua didn't know why, Fan Zonghan shut the computer in one go.

"Who?" Ronghua asked doubtfully.

"Family." Fan Zonghan replied, while gently smoothing Shun Ronghua's long hair with his hands.

"Oh." Ronghua nodded understandingly.

After getting the answer, he handed over the wooden comb again, and Fan Zonghan laughed hoarsely after taking it, "I haven't combed anyone else's hair before."

"Huh?" Rong Hua turned around in a daze, "I'm not someone else."

With a natural attitude, Fan Zonghan was in a good mood after being successful. The wooden comb slowly slid across Ronghua's hair.

The last word was hummed sweetly from the nose, low and hoarse, containing an unknown temptation.

"What?" Ronghua scratched his ears, but he didn't realize that the tips of his ears were stained red.

Seeing that the smile on the corner of Fan Zonghan's mouth deepened again, his eyes were deep, and the tip of his tongue licked his teeth, ready to move.

"Are you glad that I came to the Taoist temple?" Fan Zonghan asked.

"Yeah." Ronghua replied, "Of course I'm happy."

He never turned his head, and the hair behind him was still held in Fan Zonghan's hands.

"Can you call my name happily?" Fan Zonghan licked his lips, his voice seemed to be suppressing something.

"En." Rong Hua nodded again.

"You're glad I'm by your side?" Something was about to move.

"Yeah." Ronghua's voice was already tinged with a smile, "I'm very glad that you can come to me again."

Before the words fell, the person behind froze.

"Again?" The voice was still hoarse, but tinged with a trace of coldness, he paused every word, "Have I ever... been to the Lord's side?"

"You've been with me..." Almost wanting to say it, Rong Hua paused, and wanted to turn around and explain.

Fan Zonghan's chest was pressed against his back at some point, and his strong arm crossed Ronghua's side and pressed it on the edge of the table in front of him, his voice was charming|melly but icy cold, "The temple master wants to say, I have been with you all the time." at your side?"

Ronghua shrank his head subconsciously, feeling that something was wrong with Fan Zonghan's voice.

Fan Zonghan was really not quite right at this time, his eyes were already silvery white, containing countless dao marks that flowed alternately, his expression was abnormally indifferent, but he seemed to be suppressing something.

The palm placed in front of Ronghua was clasped tightly on the table, Ronghua felt that something was wrong when he saw this, so he hurriedly turned around and took his hand to examine it carefully.

"Hanhan, the Dao power in your body is running wildly, close your eyes..."

The Dao bone in Fan Zonghan's body has already been opened, but the Dao power produced has never been guided by anyone, so Fan Zonghan's body has not been very healthy since he was a child.

Ronghua originally wanted to guide the power in his body to obey tomorrow, but he didn't expect it to explode tonight.

"Hanhan, have you been stimulated by anything?"

Seeing Fan Zonghan open his eyes again, Ronghua asked him in doubt.

Fan Zonghan's eyes had returned to deepness, upon hearing this, he pinched Ronghua's chin with his hands and lifted it closer to him, and kissed Ronghua's bewildered eyes.

Rong Hua's eyes widened suddenly.

Fan Zonghan's face was pale, and the corners of his mouth curled up wantonly, "I don't care if Master Rong said something wrong, or he thinks I'm someone else, remember, since you've already provoked me, don't even think about it...?"

Before he finished speaking, Fan Zonghan's mouth was covered by Ronghua's hand.

Ronghua twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and asked, "The Dao force in your body is inherently unstable. If you are greatly stimulated, your body will appear in the condition just now. It is painful and unbearable. That's why the third master of the Fan family cultivates his character. No one dares to provoke him."

He covered Fan Zonghan's mouth. He wanted to take Ronghua's hand, but Ronghua slapped it down.

Just cover it up.

Rong Hua's eyes widened, "So, you were irritated by what I said just now?"

Fan Zonghan blinked, expressionless.

Ronghua: "..."

"Why are you so skinny?!" Rong Hua yelled angrily, he let go of his hand but pinched his face again, "Pipi shrimp is not as skinny as you!"

Doesn't it hurt?

Just because of his inadvertent sentence caused such a big reaction.

Ronghua recalled in his mind the words he heard before leaving in the last world.

Profound and shocking.

At this moment, it was the first time that he faced up to Fan Zonghan's feelings for him.

In a different world, with the same soul, do they still have the same...feelings for him?

The author has something to say: Fan Zonghan: Am I skinny?

Rong Hua: You have a solid skin.