Heaven and tyrants want a home

After a while, Lu Fushi Granose chose to forget the above strange conversation, lowered his head and continued to put on the remaining gloves for himself.

She didn't know if it was because of being overly frozen, but she always felt that the dexterity of her fingers seemed to have slowed down a lot.

Especially after putting on a layer of gloves.

The excellent airtightness of the black velvet tightly wrapped her cold fingers, and the superposition of external restraints made this dull feeling more obvious.

Frowning, she stopped, simply took off the half-worn glove on her left hand, squeezed her fingers inwards, and then opened them up again, repeated several times, none of which made her feel uneasy just now sluggishness.

So it's a glove problem...?

She also moved her right hand wearing a velvet glove, which was blocked by a slightly thicker fabric. When the knuckles were bent and stretched, the glove seemed to be deliberately making trouble, pulling force in the opposite direction of her movement, making the hand feel more comfortable. Get dull.

Sure enough, it was the glove.

Lu Fushe Granose heaved a sigh of relief for no reason, put on the gloves again without thinking too much, and looked up at Shier.

He was still standing lazily, his fine black forehead hair fell down, covering his smooth forehead and dark green eyes, only his tall nose bridge and thin lip line were exposed, and he looked totally unprepared She went back to the monastery together.

"..."

This will not work.

Whatever she said tonight, she had to ask someone to go back with her, otherwise her trip would be wasted.

Stretching out his hand and directly grabbing the man's cuff, Lu Fushe Granose narrowed his cat's eyes slightly, and urged vigilantly, "Shier, it's time for us to go back."

"You just promised me that you would not leave me to other people, you must keep your word!"

she emphasized.

After listening to her, Shi Er, who was still downcast and unable to see his expression clearly, raised his eyelids, glanced at the hand she was holding on to his cuff tightly, and said in a low voice, "When did you agree?"

"Just now." Lu Fuxiu's sugar raised the corners of her lips slyly, "The scarf and gloves are proof."

"You paid the money yourself." Shi Er looked indifferent.

"But you held the hand." Lu Fushe Granose refused to budge.

Probably because of being blocked by her words, the man's eyes flashed a little irritability, just when Lu Fushe Granose was worried that this man would leave her and leave because he was in a bad mood, Shi Er turned his wrist and clasped her wrist with his palm, Then he slid down and took her hand easily.

The warmth of pressing the palms together, even through the dense velvet on the hands, does not diminish in the slightest.

"If holding hands means agreeing, then the request I've made now is also regarded as your agreeing."

Shi Er narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "When you go back, show me your body?"

"......what?"

Lu Fushi Granose thought she was hallucinating.

"I want to see your body, especially the parts I haven't seen."

"..."

The wind must have been too strong, blowing Shi Er's words outrageously.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Shi Er held her palm and suddenly pressed it against his chest.

"You heard that right."

He said.

"Here is the heart."

Her hands were forced to slide down through the fabric, from the chest position, along the vertical line of the well-defined abdominal muscles, and stopped at the thin lower abdomen.

"Here in the belly."

"I really want to see these places I haven't seen before."

The man's words could not have been more clear.

In an instant, Lu Fushe Granose's clenched fingertips finally began to tremble, as if she had been scalded, and the heat came directly from the tight muscle lines under her fingertips.

The strange signal traveled all the way down the arm, spread to the heart, and then spread to the cheek, the scorching/heat of shame instantly drove away the severe cold on her body, and Lu Fushe Granose felt that her whole body was burning badly at this moment.

She couldn't figure out why this man could hold her hand and do such a thing in the street so calmly?

Also, why the only places I haven't seen are the chest and lower abdomen...?

She opened her mouth and wanted to ask questions, but her shame made her unable to ask anything at all. She could only blushed blankly and breathed hard like a thirsty fish.

I don't know if the high temperature caused her brain to burn out. After a while, she moved her fingertips, touched the thriving muscles under her fingertips through her clothes, and said the exact opposite.

"...not pretty."

Her throat tightened, "It's ugly in the heart."

The "sickle marks" there that split her heart in two were uglier than any red marks.

Those places that Shier mentioned were all ugly secrets that she didn't want to expose to others.

In contrast to her, Shir has a very beautiful body.

Her slender limbs, sexy complexion, and explosive muscles are completely different from her broken body.

Thinking of this, Lu Fushe Granose lowered his eyes, the heat on his face disappeared along with the inferiority complex in his heart, and said in a muffled voice: "Anyway, don't make such jokes with me, I will get angry. br/>

After she finished speaking, it took a long time for Shi Er to let go of her hand, put one hand in his pocket, curled his fingers and flicked her forehead, and said softly:

"I'm joking, miss, don't cry."

Lu Fushi Granose still lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes concealing the emotions in her eyes.

She didn't cry.

...

monastery.

The snowy night was silent, only the stone lanterns on both sides of the path in front of the mansion were burning with pale flames, which made the wife-made gate at the end made of dark bricks and tiles repaired like a big mouth that swallowed the entrance. The beast of man.

Lu Fushe Granose watched from a distance, couldn't help slowing down, and stepped on the white snow on the road under his feet who didn't know when it was covered, and stepped on the deep and shallow footprints, with a hydrangea flower printed on it.

This is the pattern on the sole of her new shoe, which she thinks is cute.

Even though she is no longer in the shape of a bug, she still has a special obsession with improving her cuteness.

Probably because of being ugly.

The closer she got to the gate of the monastery, the slower her pace became.

The girl lowered her head and slowly stamped on the white snow, not noticing that Shier in front of her stopped and watched her movements with raised eyebrows.

... 125, 126, 127.

Counting, she stopped.

Shi Er was standing very close to her, and the voice fell from her head, sounding lazy as always.

"Why, you don't want to go back?"

he asks.

Lu Fushe Granose shook his head, looked at the stone lanterns that stretched all the way into the monastery, and said hesitantly: "Is it too high-profile for us to go in like this?"

From the time of nightfall, the body guards will patrol around the monastery.And not far from the gate is the courtyard where the head of the family is, as well as the courtyards where the immediate family is, so the patrol team here is usually the most luxurious.

If she and Shier went in directly through the main entrance now, she would run into the patrol [-]% of the time.

But with their current state, it would be terrible if they were bumped into...

Thinking of this, Lu Fushe Granose became melancholy.

Because she couldn't say such things that Shi Er could avoid, and she didn't want to hear all kinds of gossip that could kill her in the monastery the next day.

This frightened her more than anything.

For a moment, the pale moonlight fell on her body, making it very cold.

"In this case, just don't go here."

When she was struggling, Shi Er suddenly spoke.

Lu Fushe Granose was stunned, she didn't expect him to say that at all.He didn't say much about her hesitant attitude, but instead helped her out.

"If you don't speak, it's your default."

After finishing speaking, Shi Er directly stretched out his hand and hugged her by the waist, his figure was like a vigorous black panther in a snowy night, he led her around to the side, leaped lightly, rolled into the quiet and deserted Baisha Green Pine Garden, and put her down.

Landing on the ground and standing still, Lu Fushe Granose was a little surprised: "Didn't it be said that there is a special "tent" outside the Zenyuan mansion?"

It is said that it is a one-way barrier, which can only be exited from the inside, and cannot be entered from the outside, otherwise it will trigger a spell warning or something. Could it be false news?

"Well, yes."

Shi Er leaned against a pillar beside him and replied, "Except here."

"This is the only place in the Buddhist monastery where no "tents" are set up."

"why……"

Before she could finish her sentence, a bad answer floated up in her heart.

"who knows."

Shi Er answered her unfinished question with an indifferent expression, "Maybe I want to save mana, but it's just a piece of garbage that I don't care about anyway."

Deceiving.

Lu Fushi Granose pursed her lips.

If he doesn't say it, she also knows the reason——

Because it used to be where Shir lived.

"Trash" without mantra is not eligible to be blessed by the family, so the Zen Academy set up a high-standard "tent", but avoided here.

She suddenly understood why Shir had learned to smoke and gamble.

Put your attention and nerves elsewhere where you are prone to addiction, and you can forget some things that make you miserable.

Squeezed out by the family, ridiculed by the same clan, and regarded as waste.

In such a monastery, he didn't become a worse person, she thought it was already good.

Shi Er, who can surpass anyone even without mantra power, is despised by all those who are inferior to him in the Buddhist monastery.

"Those who are not Buddhist monasteries are not practitioners, and those who are not practitioners are not human beings."

The family precepts of the Buddhist monastery since ancient times are like a curse to him.

Thinking of this, Lu Fushe Granose opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say.

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