Xianjun, please calm down

It's disrespectful to be restrained under the master's residence, but at this moment, Qin Yifan doesn't care so much.

This must have been an accident, the reputation of his master must not be compromised, he must not panic, and must not let anyone see what is going on inside, so as not to repeat what others say.

Qin Yifan closed his eyes with firm eyes.

After confirming that Qin Yifan had walked out of the yard, Master Liufeng moved his fingers, removed the sound-proof barrier clothed on the bed, pulled the collar of his robe as lightly as possible, opened it further, and then walked safely Close your eyes.

Sunlight gradually poured in from the window, and the sleeping Master Qingyang finally regained his consciousness. He just wanted to raise his hand to support his painful forehead, but he felt that something was wrong. The memories of yesterday came back, and he slowly opened his mouth. Sore eyes.

"!"

The side face of Master Liufeng with his eyes closed was reflected in front of his eyes. He was lying on his back beside him, his clothes were in a mess, and half of his shoulders were exposed, while his hands and feet were bound around his body, and his head was tied on the side of his neck. .

What's more terrible is that there is a red mark on the slender and fair neck of Master Liufeng, where his lips are close.

Master Qingyang's eyes were wide open, his heart was beating wildly, he slowed down his breathing, and retreated extremely slowly, trying to get out of bed silently.

However, as soon as he moved, Master Liufeng frowned, slowly, slowly, open, open, eyes.

Reverend Qingyang kept half-supporting his body, raised his hands and feet slightly, and met the big eyes of Reverend Liufeng who was a little confused.

Master Liufeng's eyes were blurred for a moment, then he slowly smiled at Master Qingyang, and said in a lazy voice just waking up: "Are you awake?"

Master Qingyang slowly withdrew his hands and feet, sat up straight, and nodded expressionlessly.

Master Liufeng squeezed his forehead, he seemed a little tired, turned over and sat up, and said while looking for his shoes, "It's unbelievable that you're really drunk."

Master Qingyang tentatively said: "I..."

Master Liufeng looked back at him and said, "What's wrong with you? Headache? This ancient spirit wine is really extraordinary, it can knock you down."

Master Qingyang smiled stiffly, and said: "Yes, spirit wine is overbearing."

Master Liufeng got out of bed, stood beside the bed and slowly adjusted his robe, the collar was pulled up, and the little red plum was covered.

Master Qingyang looked at his neck, his breath was hot.

Master Liufeng didn't seem to notice, he took off the disheveled hair crown, loosened his long hair, and said, "Use your mirror to tie your hair."

Real person Liufeng and real person Qingyang met as teenagers, and they knew each other well. When they first met, Liufeng was emaciated and weak, with ragged clothes and ragged clothes and a disheveled face, he really didn't look good.

Later, his situation got better and he tidied up. He joined the Liuyun Pavilion again, and gradually made his mark in the cultivation world. He was also at the top of the list of beauties in the cultivation world. However, because the impression he had when he was young had already taken root, Master Qingyang never paid attention to it. Regarding his appearance, in his impression, the real Liufeng has always looked like a thin monkey, and in addition, the real Liufeng is always a bit out of tune in front of him, and he is annoying, let alone the matter of appearance up.

But at this moment when this man got up from his bed, with long hair loose, looking back against the light, and smiling, Master Qingyang suddenly felt that this guy's face was like a crown of jade, his lips were like vermilion, and he was quite...beautiful?

Master Qingyang sat on the bed with a calm expression, and said in a deep voice, "You use it."

Master Liufeng walked slowly to the mirror stand and sat down, picked up the toothbrush on the table and said, "Use your comb."

Master Qingyang said blankly: "Yes."

Master Liufeng turned his back to Master Qingyang, combed his long hair slowly, and laughed in a low voice as if chatting: "Xiaoyuan, where did Venerable Hanyang find the ancient spirit wine? It's really overbearing, you and I have known each other for many years , I've never seen you drunk like this before."

Master Qingyang stared at his back, and said in a deep voice: "It's okay, I haven't lost my sanity."

It is true that his sanity is not lost, at least he still remembers that he came back to talk to Master Liufeng, drank tea with his hand, and dragged him to tell him not to leave or something, and then... I don’t know.

Master Liufeng paused for a moment, nodded and said: "Indeed, it's just different from usual, but it's... quite interesting."

Master Qingyang said: "It is indeed rude, in the future, we should take it as a warning."

Master Liufeng laughed, turned around slightly and said, "What kind of impolite is there between you and me, and there are no outsiders around, so it's okay."

Master Qingyang pursed his lips and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Master Liufeng's face was unnatural for a moment, but then he returned to normal, and said in a carefree tone: "We have been brothers for many years, you are drunk, how can I not care about you? But there is nothing hard to do."

He put down his toothbrush and quickly combed his long hair. He didn't use the fluffy hair crown. He just took a hairband on the table and tied it loosely. If people see it, I will leave first, so as not to cause misunderstanding.”

He said, stepped up and walked out.

Master Qingyang said behind him: "We..." What are we doing?

But as soon as the corner of the man's clothes flashed by the door, he disappeared.

Daoist Qingyang lightly shook the hands hanging on his knees back and forth several times, trying hard to recall what happened after he lay down yesterday, but unfortunately he found nothing.

Since the real Liufeng woke up in the morning, from speech to expression, he was very natural, very normal, not only normal, but also sensible and reasonable, he didn't even say a word, and he didn't laugh at him for being drunk.

But such a normal, well-behaved and sensible Master Liufeng is not normal at all, and besides, he left in such a hurry that he seemed to be running away.

Reverend Liufeng's strange attitude and the red mark on his neck kept dangling in front of Reverend Qingyang's eyes, making Reverend Qingyang upset.

Alas, the spirit wine misled me.

Qin Yifan stood outside the courtyard, but he was also paying attention to the movement in the courtyard. When Master Qingyang's door moved, he looked over calmly, but saw Master Liufeng coming out of it.

His robe has obviously been tidied up, but it still looks a little loose. His long hair is only loosely tied with a hairband behind him. Two disobedient strands of hair hang down his cheeks, softening his face. The lines look a little lazy, with a hint of...softness?

None of this is important, what made Qin Yifan short of breath was that the headband that Master Liufeng used to tie his hair belonged to his master.

Just the day before yesterday, this azure headband was still tied to the black silk of Master Qingyang.

Qin Yifan silently pressed his chest.

As the personal heir of Master Qingyang and the chief disciple of Guiyuan Zongzhu Peak, he must be steady and not mess around.