Spirit Hotel

Smarr and Jesse lay side by side on the bed, stiff as a log, silently waiting for what would happen next.

But Jesse didn't do anything, just asked lightly: "Do you know wood magic?"

Small was stunned, and said honestly, "Yes."

"So you're using magic that turns your body into wood?"

"No." As if to verify his words, he moved his arms specially, and then his shoulders were pressed.

Smarr looked at Jesse who suddenly appeared above him, his pupils suddenly dilated.

Jesse leaned down slowly, and kissed him lightly on the forehead, "Good night, Ryan."

……

Lane.

Small's rapid breathing suddenly choked.

How could it be forgotten, they met from 'Lane', from a lie.

……

'Good night. '

After Jesse lay down for a long time, he answered quietly in his heart.

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At dawn the next day, Smarr was called up by Jesse.

"Breakfast is on the table, we will meet at the medicine garden in three minutes." Jesse threw a gray overalls on his head.

Smarr dazedly grabbed his clothes and froze.

It was the overalls he got on his first day as a slave.In the words of Jesse at the time, it is durable and durable.It's really attractive, because it looks like it looks like it is a kind of feeling-it's not gray, it's not soiled.

The medicine garden is the place where the witches cultivate various plants for making witchcraft, and it is also one of his many jobs at the beginning.

Jesse was not there when he arrived.

He looked in from the outside of the garden, and was immediately spotted by the people inside.

"What are you looking at here?!" A tall and big Wu clan man came out holding scissors.

Small remembered this man.His name was Nicola, and he had been hated before.

"I'm waiting for Jesse."

Nicola sneered, "Don't you want to steal the witchcraft secret recipe of the witch clan?"

Small glanced at him and said, "If I wanted to steal it, I would have stolen it 1000 years ago."

"Yeah, 1000 years ago." Nicola gritted his teeth, "Who knows if you stole?"

Small's hands and feet were cold.

If he and Jesse changed places, and Jesse came to the spirit world to approach him incognito, he should also suspect that Jesse had other plans.

Did Jesse think the same way in his heart?

"Hey!" Nicola pushed him staggeringly, "Why don't you talk? Feeling guilty?"

Small raised his eyes and said, "If you have evidence that I stole it, then show it. If not, don't babble."

Nicola didn't quite understand the meaning of the word jiggling, but judging from Smar's expression and tone, he knew it was definitely not a good word. "Hmph! Why do you think the patriarch brought you back this time? Do you think you will be allowed to make trouble everywhere like before? If this is the case, then the patriarch's position may not be maintained!"

Smarr was shocked: "What did you say?"

"This is the Wu clan, even the patriarch must submit to the resolution of the elders." Nicola raised his lips, "Do you know who my father is?"

……

Elder Shepard.

Small answered silently in his heart.

Seeing his silence, Nicola thought that he was frightened, and was about to say a few words, but when she looked up and saw the face of the person behind him, she closed her mouth in a timely manner.Immediately shrunk his head, hurriedly walked into the garden.

……

So leave?

Small, who was thinking about counterattack, looked at his hurried back in astonishment.

"You're two minutes late," Jesse said behind him.

Small's head also shrank immediately.When he was late at first, Jesse would punish him for running.Run around the whole village.Since then, he has discovered that the Wu village occupies a large area of ​​land.

He turned around slowly and forced a smile, "I'm sorry."

Jesse's eyes dimmed, and he walked in with the hoe in his hand, "This is not the correct answer."

……

correct answer?

Small stared blankly at him walking into the garden, stood there and thought hard, and said to himself: "Could the correct answer he said be... the bed is too hard, the dream is too long, the sun is too Are you diligent?"

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The garden is divided into four parts.

Nicola and the others occupied three blocks, leaving only a square of pink, purple, pink, and purple.

"Uproot the fuchsia flowers and move them into those empty pots," Jesse directed.

"Why?" Small couldn't help asking.

Jesse stopped and looked down at him.

"...Yes." Small lowered his head and resigned himself to planing the roots.When he came with Jesse before, he was only willing to let him loosen the soil, weed, and water.Is it progress now?

Jesse lowered his head to weed when he saw that he was working seriously.

He thought he would be unfamiliar with things he hadn't done in 1000 years.But when Smarr's hand touched the soil, he realized that the hand feeling he had exercised at that time was still there.

When there is something to do, the thoughts gradually settle down.

time flies.

After lunch and dinner.Since the plants of the Wu people are poisonous or have other effects, the Wu people have developed the habit of disliking vegetables.Fortunately, however, the food given to him was not meat.

Small also specifically looked into Jesse's bowl, and it turned out to be vegetables.

Thinking of what Jesse said when he ate the minced meat last time, he suddenly felt that the rotten, bland and unpalatable dish in his mouth was actually delicious.

sunset.

Nicola and the others had packed up their tools and left.

Small watched as Jesse stood up.

"Let's go."

"Yeah." Small raised his hand to wipe away the bangs that fell on his forehead, but Jesse blocked it with his hand. "Itchy." He complained dissatisfiedly, only to realize that this complaint sounded like a baby.

Jesse lowered his head, blew his bangs gently with his mouth, and pressed a kiss. "Is it still itchy?"

"No, it's not itchy anymore." It was so hot that I couldn't feel itching.

"Come back tomorrow."

"...Okay." He bowed his head, unconsciously squatting on the ground and drawing circles, with an indescribable expectation in his heart.

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Three days passed in such a flat and uneventful life.

But from the fourth day on, Jesse gradually became busy. Even if he occasionally came to work with him in the garden, he was very taciturn.

Smar wanted to ask a question, but every time he saw Nicola's eyes, as if reminding himself of the identity of the suspected spy, he swallowed the words again.

On the seventh day, Jesse didn't even show up at night, and Nicola looked at him with more resentment.No matter how dull he was, Smarr knew that something had happened to the Witch Clan.But what happened?Feixia Shi and the others rescued Hughes?Or did the emperor come to save him?

He looked blankly at the fewer and fewer flowers in the soil, and the more and more full flower pots, and he couldn't feel a little joy in his heart.

……

When he was thinking wildly for a long time alone, but the sun was still high in the sky, he realized that the time was so long without Jesse.

On the ninth day, Elder Guer came.

His signature white hair, white eyebrows and beard seemed to melt in the sun.

"Have you had a good time here?" His smile was still kind.

Since Elder Guer can still laugh, then things shouldn't be too bad.Smal was slightly relieved.

"Still homesick?" Elder Guer reached out and patted the dirt off his sleeve.

Small forced a smile and said, "Even if you want to, you can't go back, right?"

Elder Guer said, "What if I can go back?"

Smal was stunned.For the past few days, he has been thinking about Jesse and the Wu clan, and he can hardly think of going home.

Elder Guer stroked his hair and said meaningfully: "People should learn to know how to cherish from possession, not to know regret from loss."

Small nodded as if realizing something, and said, "Yes, I should really cherish it."

Just as Elder Guer was about to approve, he heard him continue: "The elves are the place I should go."

"..." Elder Guer squeezed his beard and was speechless for a long time before he coughed dryly, "It's getting late, you go back."

"But today is not the time yet."

"Just half an hour, it's okay." Elder Guer said, "If Jesse dares to use this matter to embarrass you, you can let him come to me with a drawer."

The pumping board is used by the Wu clan to spank their buttocks when they enforce the clan rules.

Small had to obey.

Back in his hut, Jesse was there.

Small suppressed the inexplicable smile and said in a low voice, "Why do you..."

"It's dirty."

Small's smile shrank back immediately.

"Don't wash it up yet." Jesse's tone was flat.

Small responded with a low voice, and headed down towards the bathroom.

He washed quickly because he wasn't sure how long Jesse would be around this time.

But when he came out of the bathroom, Jesse was lighting candles in the living room.

"What is this?" Small looked at him in surprise while drying his hair with wind magic.

"Candle." Jesse beckoned, and the rattan hanging on the wall automatically turned off the light.

It was not completely dark outside, but against the candlelight in the house, it was extraordinarily warm.

"I know it's candles, but..." Smar looked at the food on the table—corn tortillas, peanut crisps, sago dew, blueberry jelly...all his favorite things.

Jesse poured two glasses of wine.

The color of the wine is pure, like mineral water.But Small recognized it as snow honey wine, the strongest kind of wine among the Wu people.

"you……"

"Don't worry, I've mixed water." Jesse put the cup in front of him, and sat across from him.

Small hesitated to sit down.

"Eat something before drinking."

Seeing the inadvertent exhaustion on Jesse's face, Smarr ate something cooperatively.

Seeing that he had almost filled it up, Jesse slowly raised his glass, "I wish you the best of luck."

Small held the cup hand, "What?"

But Jesse had already drank the wine first.

"What did you say is smooth sailing?" Small had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Don't you want to go home?" Jesse mocked.

The hand holding the stem of the cup slowly retracted, Small pursed his lips, and forced a smile: "Of course."

"Cheers." He gestured to the empty glass.

Small brought the rim of the cup to his lips.

The glass was very cold, and the wine was also very cold. He felt that his heart was also chilling, but as soon as the wine flowed down his throat, it felt like a fire, and all the heat rushed to his face.

Seeing that Smarr's face was as red as an apple, Jesse shook his head lazily and explained lightly, "I said it was mixed with water, but I didn't say how much water was added."