As long as everyone gives a little love

In the past, the Green Bamboo Garden was extraordinarily quiet and lifeless, but today there were occasional coughs, which made it a little more popular.

Lu Shenxing, who was nestled on the couch, took a sip of water to relieve his sore throat. He brushed his damp hair, changed his posture, and squinted to look at Shen Cheng who was standing in front of the window with his back facing him.

"222, I want to see Shen Cheng's world."

Following Lu Shenxing's thought, there was a barrenness in front of his eyes, without a trace of life.

"Don't tell me, the task progress is still 0."

After the sound of the system, the barren land magnified, and among the piled up rocks, Lu Shenxing saw a small grass, which he couldn't find unless he looked carefully.

The grass is thin, it should have just grown, but it's better than nothing, before Lu Shenxing could comfort himself, he stepped into a pit.

"Ding, Mr. Lu, a second ago, you triggered an H-level mission."

Lu Shenxing sneered in his heart, "Why don't I know?"

The system seemed to block Lu Shenxing's negative emotions, "Ding, Mr. Lu, please get three compliments from the target within 10 minutes."

Lu Shenxing looked ugly. If that system was in front of him, he would dismantle the parts piece by piece and smash them into slag with a big hammer.

He jumped off the couch and walked over, pretending to speak casually, "Castle Master, what do you think of me?"

Shen Cheng turned around, his sharp eyes flashed, stared at it for a moment, suppressed the trace of emotional fluctuations, "Noisy, likes to tease people, likes sweets, has a city in his heart, and will take revenge."

The corner of Lu Shenxing's eyes twitched, brother, is it interesting for you to talk so much?

"Castle Master, can you praise me?"

Hearing this, Shen Cheng cast a strange look.

This time, Lu Shenxing, who was thicker than the wall, felt a little embarrassed, but fortunately, Shen Cheng moved away without stopping.

Shen Cheng's sharp lips parted slightly, "Very good."

Lu Shenxing smiled, "Is there any more?"

Shen Cheng nodded, "Very good."

Lu Shenxing was speechless, "...is there nothing else?"

Shen Cheng frowned, as if he had encountered a difficulty, in his opinion, good is the best, and there is nothing else that can replace it.

When the time was up, the task failed, and the dark-faced Lu Shenxing received the random drop penalty, went out to ask Sangu for a job, and went to pick up dung and water vegetables.

The simple and honest middle-aged man stood at the end of the vegetable field in embarrassment, "Eleventh, this is my job, I should do it myself."

"Uncle, I have to do this job." Lu Shenxing smiled, with two balls of cotton stuffed in his nose, his voice was buzzing, "To make the world a better world."

The child smiled so pervertingly, the middle-aged man rubbed his arms and asked curiously, "Did you get scolded by the castle master?"

Lu Shenxing didn't answer, picked up a piece of dung that was disproportionate to his height and poured it out, still humming "As long as everyone gives a little love"

Middle-aged people think that [-]% of them have brain problems.

Shen Cheng found out about Lu Shenxing watering the vegetables in the vegetable field, so he locked himself in the study, and half an hour later, there were several books piled up on the table.

Pressing the center of his eyebrows with his index finger, Shen Cheng leaned back in his chair, "Call for Liuhuo."

Void answered, "Yes."

Liuhuo came quickly, and when he heard Shen Cheng's question, he let out an ah, with a strange expression on his face, "Castle Master, are you asking your subordinates how to praise a person?"

Shen Cheng remained silent, which was regarded as acquiescing.

"It's simple, for example, you are very cute, and you look so pretty when you smile." Liu Huo said with a smile, "The content is second, and the main thing is sincerity."

Shen Cheng waved his hand, Liu Huo left full of doubts, and met Wei Young on the way.

"It's eleven."

Wei Young's understatement shocked Liu Huo, and felt that it was expected, he hummed twice, "Why are you so sure?"

Wei Young brushed away the strands of hair blown in front of her eyes by the wind, "A woman's intuition."

Liuhuo subconsciously blurted out, "Why didn't I?"

Wei Young looked coldly, "Are you a woman too?"

Liu Huo twisted his waist, Wei Young directly performed lightness kung fu, and found a place to vomit.

In the evening, Lu Shenxing came back with a bad smell.

The third aunt who was waiting there asked, "Did the castle master say something?"

Lu Shenxing snorted, "Say I'm fine."

The authorities were confused, but the bystanders were clear. He didn't notice the indescribable expression on San Gu's face.

"Eleventh, Sangu's eyesight is bad, can you help me pick some papaya fruits?"

"Tomorrow."

Lu Shenxing walked away quickly without waiting for Sangu to say anything else. He hastily rinsed and changed his clothes to clean the bedroom. He arranged the little gadgets one by one and wiped them clean with a cloth.

There was a sudden movement from behind, and Lu Shenxing, who was wandering in the air, was startled. He put down the cloth and cursed.

Shen Cheng lowered his head, "What?"

There was a cool breath on his forehead, Lu Shenxing frowned, and that familiar feeling reappeared.

Impossible, he immediately denied his sudden conjecture, it was too absurd.

In order to break the delicate atmosphere, Lu Shenxing casually pointed, "Master, this is really pretty."

Shen Cheng glanced at the little clay figurine, picked it up and touched it silently.

When changing Shen Cheng's clothes, Lu Shenxing stood on tiptoe, probably because he stood all afternoon, a little weak, he didn't stand still, and his lips brushed Shen Cheng's face inadvertently.

He took the changed clothes and left with a calm face. The frequency of his heartbeat was disturbed by the night wind, and it was still an unusual beating.

Shen Cheng stood there in a daze, reaching out to touch his face, something flashed through his mind, but he didn't catch it.

That night, Lu Shenxing still suffered from insomnia, and his mind was messed up in a mess, with Xin Liang's face at one moment, and Shen Cheng at another, changing back and forth, unexpectedly overlapped strangely.

He opened his eyes in horror, as if suffering from schizophrenia, and went out with two dark circles under his eyes the next day.

Pusang grows on the edge of the cliff, it is bright red, it looks delicious, but in fact it is so sour that it is hard to swallow.

Throwing the picked one into the bamboo basket, Lu Shenxing suddenly sensed something was wrong, before he could react in time, he was pushed down the mountain by a force.

At noon, the owner of the castle came back with a man covered in blood in his arms, and the evil spirit around him made everyone in Youlong Castle panic.

Liuhuo, Weiyang, and several other hall masters were anxious, and no one wanted to remember that rainy night, the rain was bright red.

You asked impatiently, "Eleven won't die, will he?"

Liu Huo scolded, "Shut up!"

Wei Young folded her arms, "I'm afraid that he won't die or live."

"Why does the castle master like that child so much?" Some were calm and pointed out something unclear.

"You have to ask the castle master."

A few people fell silent, they knew well that if a child with no strength to restrain a chicken fell from the Three Stone Mountain, even if Fang Hu, the genius doctor, was alive, he might not be able to take him back from the hands of the god of death.

The Green Bamboo Garden is shrouded in a lingering cold air.

Looking at the child who breathed intermittently, Shen Cheng didn't say a word.

"Cenyingu is located in an extremely cold place, where ant flowers bloom all year round. As long as we take him there, there is a glimmer of hope, but the journey is far away, and it will take half a month at the earliest." Uncle Hua pondered, "Before He needs someone with strong inner strength to protect his heart."

In this world, in terms of internal strength, no one can compare to the man in front of him.

Shen Cheng picked up Lu Shenxing and walked into the secret room.

Uncle Fa reminded, "Castle Master, please think clearly, if you are a little careless on the way to enter the inner force, you will not be able to protect yourself."

Shen Cheng kept walking, and the moment the stone door closed, Uncle Hua heard a floating voice, "Without him, he would be a world of mortals, and life would be meaningless."

That night, Sangu sat in the small courtyard, like a prisoner waiting to be sentenced, relieved but also afraid of death.

It was late at night, and the chill swept over, Sangu shivered, she suddenly raised her head, "Castle Master."

Shen Cheng approached step by step, "Why?"

Sangu replied truthfully, "He is your doom."

There was no wave in Shen Cheng's eyes, and his voice was flat, "Even if it is calamity, it is my business."

The third aunt hesitated whether to tell the contents of the parchment, and a voice came from next to her ear, "It's not him, this seat has already passed this life."

It contained sadness and indifference to the world, which was too real. After a long time, the third aunt suddenly realized, and she sighed, "It seems that I was wrong."

Sighing again, Sangu raised her hand, and slapped her face with a palm. The next moment, she flew out.

"Your life is his, life and death are not up to you."

The sky had just been polished, and at the foot of Sanshi Mountain, there was a carriage parked aside for an unknown amount of time.

In the carriage, Shen Cheng's face was haggard, his long eyelashes drooping down, covering a black shadow.

Shen Cheng took out the little clay figurine from his bosom, put it into Lu Shenxing's palm, and clenched his fingers tightly. After a long time, Shen Cheng bent down and pressed his lips against the back of Lu Shenxing's hand, his Adam's apple vibrated, and his voice was hoarse.

"This seat is waiting for your return."

After staying in the carriage for a long time, Shen Cheng stepped down, his eyes were filled with darkness, bottomless, "I want him to live."

There was a chill on Fabo's back, and he said in a deep voice, "I will do my best."

Since then, the Green Bamboo Garden has returned to its original silence, and the flowers, plants, trees and the owner of the garden are all waiting for someone.

Two years later

The disputes between the rivers and lakes are still going on, and it is still the mountains, the waters, and the people.

The Haoren Inn in Sanshi City was filled with noisy noises one after another, very lively.

All the major sects of martial arts gathered here, they were all spitting and flying around, talking about the same thing.

The Lord of Youlong Castle is getting married, who is the bride?

On the second floor, on the table on the right near the aisle, a young man dressed in black was leaning lazily on the back of the chair, looking very handsome.

Standing next to her was a woman with bright eyes and bright teeth. She heard all the voices downstairs and asked uncertainly, "Master, shall we still go to Youlong Castle?"

"Of course." The boy played with the little clay figurine in his hand, and hooked his lips, "Ningxiang, back up the big gift."