little demon

Since the scholar promised Xiao Snake that he could confide in any grievances, Xiao Snake reported it almost every day, and pretended to be aggrieved if he had no grievances.

"Scholar, scholar!" The little snake bumped his head against his palm.

The scholar turned around, smiled at Xiao Snake and said, "It's called a token of love when people who are in love give gifts to each other."

"The two are in love..." Xiao Snake murmured and repeated, and then she felt ashamed when she thought of something.

Seeing that the scholar was about to speak strangely, suddenly there was the sound of heavy footsteps behind him. He turned his head and ran over in shock.

"careful!"

It was too late to speak, books as high as a hill were scattered all over the floor, and a small face was lifted from behind.

Bi Liu didn't care about her disheveled appearance at all, and kept saying to the scholar: "I brought all the books from the mountain, do you read enough?"

The scholar blushed and picked up a book of erotic pictures and stuffed it quickly into his sleeve to block the curious little snake.

"Enough, enough."

"That's good," Bi Liu breathed a sigh of relief, and then became depressed again, "I don't know anything, I can only do this."

"No, you are already very good." The scholar laughed.

The little snake climbed onto his shoulder and echoed, "That's right, I can't even move it, you've filled up the scholar's room."

Bi Liu regained some energy, and bickered, "You can't even transform into a human form."

"I'm only a few dozen years younger than you. The crow said that I will be able to transform soon." The little snake said unconvinced.

"Okay, don't quarrel." The scholar said, "I want to study carefully, and I need a quiet environment."

Bi Liu immediately covered her mouth, and with a flick of her finger, the little snake flew from the scholar's shoulder to his arm.

"You are not allowed to disturb the scholar."

The little snake twisted its body unhappily, and wagged its tail at the scholar.

The scholar looked at their backs amusedly and shook his head, frowned randomly and buried his head in the sea of ​​books.

The little snake asked Bi Liu, "Is your benefactor really a ghost?"

Bi Liu said, "Actually, I don't know too well."

Bi Liu explained his eight generations clearly, but Qing Yan never mentioned his life experience.

The little snake shook his head in a daze: "It's okay, I don't know whether the scholar is a ghost or a god, I'm just as good as him."

"Well," Bi Liu said firmly, "No matter who he is, I will be with him."

The little snake coiled itself around his wrist and yawned.

Bi Liu walked to the river, washed off the dust on his face, and tidied up his appearance facing the mirror-like lake before walking to the place where the inkstone was cleared.

When he was in a coma, Qing Yan was by his side, now that Qing Yan is sick, it's his turn to take care of him.

Unexpectedly, the scholar's reply was faster than he expected, and he was gently pushed awake by the scholar in the middle of the night.

"This cold curse is a poisonous curse with no solution," he added, looking at Bi Liu who was mourning instantly, "but Qingyan is not an ordinary human being, and Yaoshan is not an ordinary barren mountain. The cold air can be filtered out through pure air, so that Qing Yan will repair it by himself."

"Pure air?" Bi Liu didn't quite understand. If it was said to get rid of the cold air, the cultivation of the old tree spirit and the crow had already succeeded.

The scholar understood what he was thinking, and further explained: "It's not about passing on the skills, but letting Qingyan absorb it and integrate it into a part of his soul. He is a ghost but sealed in a physical state. Fortunately."

"Pure air..." Bi Liu murmured thoughtfully.

The scholar sighed: "Everything depends on his good fortune."

Bi Liu placed the Qingyan on the top of the mountain. Yaoshan is a place full of aura, and he chose the place with the most energy to nourish the Qingyan.

"If...you could hear me."

In places where it was warm in the past and it was spring, the air was filled with coolness, but Bi Liu had gradually become familiar with the chill emanating from Qing Yan's body, and sat down next to him.

"Wake up earlier, okay? You are so powerful, and you defeated the stinky Taoist priest. This small matter is a small matter for you."

Saying the same thing day after day, with the same hope.

Qing Yan's expression is not as cold as his, but there is still a trace of tenderness on his face, and the last remaining warmth of him is left to Bi Liu.

As if soaked in ice water, everything is blurred and so unreal, Qingyan's consciousness is recovering little by little, he can hear human voices, narrating affectionately in his ear.

The voice became softer, and it became more and more unreal. Qing Yan was inexplicably anxious, trying to catch those broken words, so he tried his best to gather all the strength in his body, and forced his eyes to open.

In an instant, the cold water over his head receded, and in the waves, he saw his kitten holding his hand and caressing it carefully, exuding the joy of being lost and found again.

"I knew it, you are the best."

Bi Liu's eyes glistened with tears, and her voice trembled.

"It's okay for you to be a ghost all the time. I don't want to commit myself anymore. I can watch you every day."

Qing Yan looked at his hands, those hands were as cold as his, but he felt that the remaining chill in his body had been ironed warm.

"If I were a ghost."

The voice that has not been spoken for a long time is as low as sand grains, and there is a faint smile.

"Who made you happy."

Having said that, Qing Yan soon became tired, and his body gradually became transparent.

Bi Liu knew that he was weak and unable to maintain his physical body, so he resumed his ghostly posture, but was still confused for a moment, and leaned forward in a panic to hug him, but passed through his body and fell onto the soft bedding.

Seeing this, Qing Yan perked up and smiled at him.

"Can't wait to sleep with me?"

Bi Liu calmed down a bit, and nodded firmly at him.

"Well, I can't wait."

Qing Yan laughed, and slowly closed his eyes. When his consciousness was lost, he heard Bi Liu whisper: "You won't disappear, will you?"

"Stupid cat."

Bi Liu clenched the quilt tightly and blinked blankly, only a shadow on the bed showed that Qing Yan was still here.

He lifted his chin and pursed his mouth in dismay.

He does have some evil spirit, but it's a pity that it's useless at all, not to mention being beaten to death by a stinky Taoist priest, he can't even protect Qingyan.

Well, I think it's only a promise with your body.