Lying in the arms of the senior brother wantonly

"Huh?" Jimoqing's voice suddenly sounded from behind Shen Gunian.

Shen Gunian turned around abruptly, a small bundle of stupid hairs blew up on the corner of his forehead, his heart was scared out, his eyes widened in disbelief: "Why are you here!"

Obviously just disappeared from his eyes, and suddenly appeared behind him in the next second, without any warning at all.

Jimoqing crossed his arms, leaning against the door in leisure time, admiring his furious appearance with great interest, and said slowly: "Brother just left not far away, and he came back when he heard your missing call."

Shen Gunian: "..."

Who misses you!

wait, hear?

I don't know how far away Jimo Qing is from him, but hearing his murmur, if that's the case, it's too scary.

Jimoqing watched his changing expression quietly, and said for a while, "I lied to you..."

Shen Gunian: "..."

With such a stubborn temper, he inexplicably wants to beat someone up.

Jimo Qing didn't tease him, the silver light spot drew an arc and threw it into Shen Gunian's hands.

Shen Gunian's palm felt slightly cool, it was a silver bell the size of a thumb, he looked up at him: "For me?"

Jimo Qing nodded, and his lazy nasal voice was inexplicably provocative: "Well, a life-saving magic weapon."

Shen Gunian's eyes flickered, the fact that he was assassinated and injured was only told to Xu Chao'an and the others today, how did Jimo Qing know?

"Junior Brother, what are you thinking about?" The bright white moonlight was blocked by the dark clouds drifting over, Jimo Qing's side face fell into darkness, and the arc of the red lips became a little more ghostly.

Shen Gunian looked at him without saying a word.

Jimoqing raised his eyebrows: "Little brother, you don't know that the magic weapon needs blood to recognize its owner, right?"

After a while, Shen Gu Nian asked directly: "How do you know that I was plotted against?"

Jimoqing looked at him deeply, thought-provoking: "Little brother is courageous, he is less afraid of death than I imagined." Normal people should try their best to avoid dangerous problems, but he went straight to the point, and his temper really suits his appetite.

Thinking of this, Jimo Qing's eyes darkened slightly.

Shen Gu Nian smiled shortly: "If you want to kill me, it's easy to do. The most important thing is... aren't you my senior brother?"

Jimoqing looked unpredictable: "Oh? You are not afraid, I lied to you?"

Shen Gunian's smile was as bright as the sun, and his starry eyes met Jimoqing's soul-penetrating eyes unwaveringly, with a deep meaning: "The thing that senior brother dislikes the most is deception."

The voice fell, and the silence spread.

Only the wind blows through the bamboo forest, rustling.

The fog at night floated to the eaves, filled with a bit of coldness, like Jimo Qing's eyes now, they look warm and harmless like jade on the outside, but they are cold and heartless on the inside.

Jimoqing smiled hoarsely: "Little brother, I really like you more and more."

"I'm extremely honored." Shen Gunian let go of his clenched fingers by his side, and calmly changed the subject: "To tell the truth, brother, I really didn't know that the magic weapon would recognize its owner with blood."

After saying this, Shen Gu Nian showed a shameful expression in due time.

Jimo Qing stepped closer, a faint scent of sandalwood came from him, and the tip of Shen Gu Nian's nose twitched. It smelled very good, and it matched Jimo Qing's external image very well. The internal one...needs to be discussed.

"hand……"

With a cool touch on the palm, the silver bell was taken away by Jimo Qing, and the light brown eyes looked at him lightly.

Shen Gunian stretched out his hand, and his complexion was even whiter than that of Jimo Qing. He lowered his head to look at the silver bell, a cold wind blew over his index finger, and the slight tingling accompanied by bright red blood dripped onto the silver bell, and a trembling buzzing sound came from the inside of the silver bell Come, whispered thickly, as if a magic weapon was resisting something, but soon became calm and stable.

"Okay." The red rope passed through the silver bell, and Jimo Qing ignored Shen Gunian's outstretched hand, and directly helped him put it on his slightly slender wrist, sliding his fingertips over the bell, and the crisp clang sound was pleasant to the ear .