The villain is a disaster [Rebirth]

Log house · bedroom

The outside world is cloudy and misty, and the cranes are curling up, dyeing a knitted painting of colorful clouds.

The sunset glow came in through the window, and in a trance, it actually illuminated the house in colorful colors.

A small candle was burning in the room, and there was a wooden bucket for bathing, which was filled with clear hot water.

Due to the relatively cold climate, breezy wind and large temperature difference, from a distance, one could see billowing white smoke emitting from the inside out of the bucket.

There is a screen between the door and the window where the bucket is placed.

The bamboo leaves are green on the top, and the birds are snuggling up. There are mountains and waters, which are beautiful and beautiful.

A stack of brand-new water-blue clothes was stacked on the table, and the robe, which was soaked in blood and pool water, started from the shoulders and gradually slid to the ground along the graceful lines.

After Feng Chiling took off the blue hair crown tied behind her head, she glanced at the wound on her right arm, thinking that it would not be re-infected after such a soak.

Then he calmly took off the mask on his face, which was also covered with mud, very funny.

Feng Chiling clicked his tongue a few times, scooped up a bowl of water with his hands and rinsed it, and wiped it with a dense cloth until it glowed white.

After washing in this way, not only the soil was washed off, but even the red, green and green paints were washed away.

After washing it, Feng Chiling held it with both hands, carefully placed it on top of the clean clothes like a treasure, stepped into the center of the bucket by herself, bent her knees, and sat down.

The warm water covered his chin and reached the tip of his nose. Perhaps because it was too comfortable, he kept this posture and refused to move any more.

Feng Chiling closed her eyes, her thick and slender eyelashes drooped naturally, trembling faintly like butterfly wings, at first glance, there was light flowing on her white jade-like skin, and the black hair wet by water on her forehead was half attached to her face. on the cheek.

The eyebrows written in the book are picturesque, and the face is like peach petals. It seems that it is not as captivating as this face that is buried in the mist and is faintly visible.

Outside the house, the sound of light footsteps came suddenly, from far to near, Feng Chiling's eyes narrowed a crack, other than that, he was indifferent, just soaking on his own.

The sound of footsteps stopped in the middle of the screen, and the petite fist was slightly clenched, and it was stuck in place for a long time, biting, as if finally mustering the courage, and said: "Brother, how is the wound?"

With his position, he could only vaguely see Feng Chiling's shoulders, and most of that jade-like skin was covered by scattered black hair, compared to before, he couldn't see anything.

Feng Chiling put her arms on the barrel, raised her head slightly, and said: "This injury is nothing, don't worry about it. It's you, go and stay in my room, and I will heal your injury later."

Jing Wuyou said softly: "Master has already healed my injuries."

Feng Chiling paused, and then replied: "Oh, it's all right."

Jing Wuyou hesitated in front of the screen for a moment, turned his back, sat on the spot, and said, "Eldest senior brother, I seemed to see your face in the illusion of the back mountain before."

Feng Chiling: "..."

Jing Wuyou didn't hear anyone talking to him, so Jing Wuyou hurriedly explained: "But I only saw the eyes, and I couldn't see them very clearly. But... If I'm not mistaken, senior brother, you are actually very tall..."

Feng Chiling interrupted in a natural tone: "You only see a small part of the eyes from a complete face and draw conclusions at will, don't you think it's too hasty? Who knows if the nose and mouth are crooked. "

"...Okay." Jing Wuyou couldn't refute his words, paused, and then called again, "Eldest brother."

Feng Chiling said: "What are you doing?"

"Can you not be so impulsive in doing things?"

As soon as these words came out, Feng Chiling twitched her brows, and said, "What do you mean?"

"I don't mean anything." Jing Wuyou sat with her knees hugged, staring at the ceiling thoughtfully, "It doesn't matter if you want to be impulsive, but can you take me with you. If you are alone, I'm a little Afraid."

... What is this kid talking about?

You don't think that you, who are in the stage of refining qi, can help me, do you?

Other than slowing things down... But in retrospect, this kid seems to be quite useful.

This usefulness is not found in the cultivation base, but in the mind.After all, there is no one who can think of picking someone's eyeballs to serve as a slingshot!

But if it was okay once, it might not be so lucky next time.

In this world, the law of the jungle is the kingly way. Without strong ability to protect oneself, no matter how clever and tricky one can be, one cannot persevere.

With the sound of rushing water, Feng Chiling turned around, folded her arms across the side of the wooden barrel, rested her chin on her arms, and stared straight at the screen, as if she could see through the screen and directly saw the back of the person opposite. back.

After a while, he opened his mouth: "Then you should practice hard, and it will not be too late to say this when you become strong enough one day."

Jing Wuyou was slightly taken aback, opened his eyes wide, glanced at his head and asked, "...What does senior brother mean?"

Feng Chiling: "Well, if you get stuck anywhere in your cultivation, you can come and ask me, and I'll be here anytime."

Jing Wuyou was stunned, then turned around hastily, the previous sense of loss disappeared as if being eaten by a dog, he jumped up from the ground with excitement, climbed to the top of the screen, and asked with piercing eyes: "Really?" Senior brother!? You, you can’t go back on your word.”

All he saw was a back with bare shoulders, long black hair flowing down straight down, exuding a black jade-like luster, a few drops of water condensed and flowing on the man's shoulders, and the water vapor floating in mid-air was lingering. Moving, showing the outline of the shoulders that are too perfect, Mourning gives people a kind of image that is distant, intending to touch but not daring to approach.

Just looking at the back view makes people can't help but nosebleed.

Looking at it like this, Jing Wuyou was stunned for a moment, and when he realized what he was doing, his hands suddenly lost strength, and he fell off the screen in fright.

He knelt on the ground and frowned, but Feng Chiling's calm voice came from the other side: "I don't regret it, but after all, do you have something to do now?"

Jing Wuyou shook his head first, and suddenly realized that senior brother couldn't see his reaction now, and then said: "No, senior brother, what orders do you have?"

Feng Chiling said: "I forgot to take the acacia, help me get a piece from the bedroom."

Jing Wuyou: "Is it enough to just hand it to senior brother?"

"Otherwise?" Feng Chiling said with a playful tone, "Don't tell me you still want to wash it for me?"

He was just joking, but a burst of bright red quickly climbed up Jing Wuyou's neck, and flowed straight up along his cheeks.

He lowered his head halfway, put his hands on his lips, coughed uncomfortably, the corners of his ears were slightly red, and his tone gradually changed from shyness to firmness: "If senior brother doesn't mind... I can do it!"

Feng Chiling: "..."

Preamble dismissed.

On the other end, in the dusty room that was never cleaned, Shangguan Yun was looking for something from the box.

Luo Xiao stood outside the house with her hands behind her back. She thought she would use Qingchen Jue to clean the house for him, but seeing him rummaging around in a hurry, she probably wouldn't give up until she turned the house upside down, lest she just finished cleaning Not long after, the house was messed up again, so Luo Xiao planned to act after he finished his busy work.

Shangguan Yun sometimes looked east and west with his hips crossed, and sometimes he squatted down and sprawled, jumping from one corner of the room to the other. He searched through all the packages of different colors, but he still didn't seem to find what he was looking for , stomping in frustration.

I was really in a hurry to find it, and a few swear words would come out.

Luo Xiao couldn't stand it anymore, and asked at the door: "Ayun, what are you looking for?"

With his hands on his hips, Shangguan Yun replied in a hurry, "Medicine, medicine, I'm looking for medicine."

Luo Xiao raised her eyebrows and said, "Medicine? What kind of medicine?"

Shangguan Yun wiped the sweat from his forehead, sweating profusely and said: "The medicine for trauma is passed down from the family, and the effect is very good!"

Luo Xiao said: "Who is it for?"

Shangguan Yun said: "Brother."

After he finished speaking, he bent down and rummaged through the ground again, making the surrounding dust everywhere, and he was still talking to himself: "I remember I brought it here, why can't I find it now? If it doesn’t work, it will disappear inexplicably? Oh, it’s really annoying!”

"Is Ling'er injured?"

Shangguan Yun said: "That's right, that arm is hurt so badly that it's bleeding so what, I haven't had that kind of injury since I was a child, as long as I get hurt, even if it's a little bit broken, I will definitely cry It should be louder than anyone else, let those servants serve you personally, and send this young master to the doctor every day!"

Luo Xiao pondered for a while, and said, "Is there any other injury besides the arm?"

"This disciple doesn't know." Shangguan Yun's eyes turned around quickly, and finally stopped on a small sycamore-colored medicine bottle. He quickly picked it up, pointed at it and poked wildly, "This is it...you say you little thing It caused me to search for a long time, I don't know if my young master's time and energy are very precious, how can you pay it back? His grandma's!"

Seeing that his temper was so impatient that he could vent his anger on a bottle like this, Luo Xiao sighed helplessly: "I'll go and see him."

As soon as he turned around and took a step, he saw Jing Wuyou bouncing towards him from a distance, the expression on his face was one of indescribable excitement and excitement.

But when the other party inadvertently raised his eyes and saw Luo Xiao looking straight at him, the smile suddenly stopped, and under the premise of being a little stiff, it gradually turned into embarrassment, and finally lowered his head, quite shy He carefully picked his cheek with his fingers, and walked over slowly.

When Jing Wuyou shyly walked in front of her, Luo Xiao smiled and said: "What is so happy?"

Jing Wuyou raised his eyes for a while and then retracted them, twisting his hands behind his back, pursed his lips and said with a smile: "I don't have any master, I just think that senior brother is very good."

Seeing his appearance, Luo Xiao couldn't help laughing: "It's just that if he thinks he's nice, would he be so happy?"

Hearing this, Jing Wuyou lowered his head even lower, but the corners of his lips unknowingly rose more and more, and his standing posture didn't give people the vigilance as before, but instead, he still had a kind of ecstasy, feeling overwhelmed. It has a sense of sight and is very cute.

Hearing the commotion outside, Shangguan Yun ran out of the house holding the small medicine bottle in his hand, as soon as he saw Jing Wuyou, he ran up to pat him on the back, and said with a playful smile: "Yo, Third Junior Brother, you are in a good mood. Eldest brother, have you finished taking a bath, I can deliver medicine to him after taking a bath."