Only senior brother is amazing

Xie Juan kept silent about his life experience, but the night he returned to Jianzhuang with He Bei, he suffered from insomnia.

After tossing and turning and unable to fall asleep, He Bei felt Xie Juan's uneasiness, got into Xie Juan's bed, hugged him from behind, and softly comforted him: "Senior Brother, since you are so troubled, why don't you ask Master in person. Tomorrow, I will go with you .”

Xie Juan closed his eyes and hummed softly, curled up in He Bei's arms, soaked in the warmth, and slowly fell asleep.

On the morning of the second day, Qi Nian forgot to knock on the door and rushed into He Bei and Xie Juan's room to look for things. After seeing that the person lying on Xie Juan's bed was He Bei, he was surprised for a moment, thinking, He Bei Why did Bei fall asleep on Xie Juan's bed?

He Bei woke up with half-closed eyes, and found that the person in his arms was no longer there, only a crumpled human-shaped nest remained. He said hoarsely to Qi Nian who disturbed his dream: "Next time you come in, don't knock on the door. Kick you out myself."

Qi Nian was murdered.

He Beiban propped himself up, and asked Qi Nian again: "Where's senior brother, have you seen?"

"I went to find my master. There may be something wrong. Brother, lend me your hair crown."

Qi Nian rummaged through He Bei's jewelry box for a long time, but couldn't find what he wanted.

He knew that Xie Juan was thin-skinned, and He Bei could understand why Xie Juan chose to go to Jinglian alone.He stretched his waist: "What hair crown? Why, are you going to marry a wife today, or give a dowry gift, and wear a hair crown even if you are coquettish."

He Bei saw Qi Nian rummaging through his jewelry box, and said, "That's all my stuff, if you can't find it, you lose it."

"I saw you a few days ago." Qi Nian didn't give up.

He Beidiao smiled and said, "What's the matter, are you going to meet some junior sister? Make a big fanfare."

Qi Nian explained: "That's not true. Elder Xu called me to be the master of ceremonies at the end of the year celebration next month. Today's rehearsal I have to dress up and bring in some feelings."

He Bei had strands of messy hair all over his head, and found that the strands couldn't connect: "Pfft, when I was on the boat, I didn't sleep with old man Xu for nothing. I was thinking of you for this good thing."

Qi Nian's face darkened, thinking it was a nightmare in retrospect.

"Come on, comb your brother's hair. After you finish combing, you can choose whatever clothes you want today."

As soon as Qi Nian stopped moving, he immediately asked, "What hairstyle do you want to do today, brother?"

He Bei poked out a foot from under the quilt, felt a little cold, and hissed.

"You can play whatever you want, preferably the kind that can fascinate a large number of junior junior sisters."

Qi Nian scratched his head, really thinking about it.He looked at He Bei's face. Although his hair was sleeping like a bird's nest at this time, and his posture leaning on the bed was like an old man who couldn't take care of himself, it didn't hinder his good looks.The slightly narrowed peach blossom eyes were sluggish with a bit of laziness, and even the half of the sunlight shining on his face had an emotional appeal.

On weekdays, He Bei is used to wearing a high ponytail without a hair crown or hairpin. He finds it cumbersome and likes to tie a hair tie.Qi Nian just wanted to give him a different comb.

Qi Nian remembers that when he read Myths and Strange Chronicles, the immortals in it all had "half black hair, hairpins and crane feathers, and pearls and jade..."

He Bei practiced internal exercises with his eyes closed, waiting to finish the whole set of exercises.Qi Nian had already combed his hair.

He Bei looked at himself in the mirror, and threw the comb on Qi Nian: "I just want you to comb my hair casually, and you dress me like this."

Qi Nian held the comb in his arms and said happily: "You asked me to comb it, it looks so good-looking, if I were a woman, I would marry you if I saw you like this."

He Bei looked at the person in the mirror, because his hair was loose in a bun, his femininity became a little bit more, a snow-white crane feather was pinned to his ear, and a few beaded belts were hanging from the hanging hair on his chest.This combination is good-looking or good-looking, but it is a bit contradictory to put it on yourself.Maybe it's because of my pair of heterochromatic pupils, even the eyes are both real and evil.

Qi Nian was still whispering in his ear: "This kind of dress is suitable for senior brother, how pretty."

He Bei knew that he looked a bit feminine with his hair down, so he often wore a high ponytail.

He could just think about it, this is only for one day, and he doesn't want to waste Qi Nian's craftsmanship.So I specially matched a black and gold intertwined dark suit to suppress that evil spirit a bit.

Qi Nian was going to the rehearsal for the celebration, and He Bei kindly replaced Qi Nian to teach the outer disciples. As soon as he entered the arena, as expected, the disciples below whispered for a while.

He Bei knows that there are a lot of rumors about him recently, such as "good sex" and "lust", he doesn't know how others can tell, and his coveting of Xie Juan is also sneaky and not aboveboard.

In class, the number of times He Bei was asked questions increased significantly, and there were still many new faces, so students from other schools should come to the class.

The original one-and-a-half-hour course was delayed for two hours because of the question-and-answer session.Everyone seemed in no hurry to eat lunch, He Bei felt how hard Xie Juan was every day.

After the class, He Bei's mouth was dry and exhausted, and he felt more tired than practicing kung fu.On the way to the dining hall, he happened to see Song Liuying, and he took the initiative to greet him.Unexpectedly, Song Liuying, who had always been warm to him, only responded hurriedly this time and was about to leave.Then He Bei dragged him back to his side with his collar.

"Why do you see me and run away?"

"Do I eat people?"

Song Liuying lowered her eyes and blushed timidly, "No, no."

At this time, some malicious eyes looked at the two of them.

Song Liuying asked: "Brother He, are you going to the dining hall?"

He Bei nodded: "Yes."

Song Liuying said: "I'll go to the dormitory to put down my things first, and then come to eat." Song Liuying was about to leave again, but was pulled back by He Bei.

"Brother, please eat delicious food, don't even think about leaving."

It was clearly winter, Song Liuying had a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, and her expression was extremely unnatural. He Bei's eyes raised a stern look: "What? What are you afraid of?"

"No...it's a bit hot...no, it's cold..." Song Liuying faltered and couldn't understand.

He Bei tapped Song Liuying on the head: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Here, he meets Yao Jing who is walking towards Tangyuan after eating and drinking.

Yao Jing didn't know how to take care of it this year, she was fat and round, like a ball.Every time He Bei sees his chubby, oily face with a folding fan on his face, he finds it funny.

So I couldn't help laughing twice.

Yao Jingjing's tail was stepped on, and he directed the four or five disciples who surrounded him to follow him and stop.

The cold wind was blowing, and Yao Jing seemed to feel that two yuan was not enough, so he fanned his face twice with a folding fan: "Oh, Mr. He, have you brought your little lover over for dinner?"

Normally, He Bei would be too lazy to talk to him.Just looking at Song Liuying's dodging eyes, she seemed to understand something.

"Little lover? What's the matter, whoever I go with will be my little lover."

Yao Jing smiled: "Hey, who doesn't know about your mess. I heard that you installed a rather big bed in Siye Pavilion, why, plan to call your little lover anytime?"

He Bei's eyebrows twitched.Yao Jing knew that Siye Pavilion had set up a bed, but Yao Jing paid too much attention to him.

"Do you know when I poop every day? Smelly shameless."

Song Liuying huddled behind He Bei, and He Bei turned around and asked him, "Did they bully you?"

Song Liuying's expression became more and more flustered, and she didn't dare to nod.

He Bei's face turned hard, and no matter how fairy-like he was dressed, he couldn't suppress the evil fire on his body: "Okay, there are so many people at the moment, so I'll make it clear. Some scumbags stare at others every day I don’t even know how much I weigh. Am I pretending to be too good-natured? If I hear your nonsense in the future, don’t blame me for doing it. I’m good at hands but not at words, you know me.”

Yao Jing snorted twice, ever since he and his father had begged a seventh-rank master from home to follow him, He Bei was not in his eyes at all at this time.

"Oh Huo? Do you dare to say that you have no affair with Song Liuying? Then why did you give him such a good sword?"

He Bei walked forward slowly, his imposing manner firmly oppressing Yao Jing to step back a tile.

"Whoever I like to send to whom, could it be possible to send you?"

Yao Jing pointed at He Bei with a folding fan: "Why do you want to beat someone? In broad daylight, you want to beat someone?"

He Bei hooked his lips and smiled: "Why, you still beg me to hit you?"

"You are worthy, you are worthy..." Yao Jing hesitated to speak, and finally said loudly: "You are truly worthy of being a descendant of the Demon Cult! I heard from my father that your mother is the owner of the Changge Building!"

He Bei's face darkened, his eyes were dark and cold like the poisonous foam spit out by a poisonous snake.

"Do you know that you are not only slandering me, but also my father. My father is busy with the war in the southwest, and you are here to spread rumors for him? Do you know, if this word spreads outside, can Fengyu Jianzhuang escape? Years ago, who has been spending money to raise Jianzhuang, you don’t know?” He Bei grabbed Yao Jing’s collar, Yao Jing’s weight of two hundred catties was easily lifted by He Bei, and his feet were off the ground. .

He Bei aimed at Yao Jing's cheeks, and slapped him twice, the sides were swollen, and blood started to ooze from his mouth.And his so-called personal expert, just approaching He Bei, was caught by He Bei's wrist with one hand, and directly broke his wrist bone. He was thrown ten meters away, lying on the ground and spitting blood. I was in so much pain that I couldn't move.

Finally, deep fear emerged in Yao Jing's eyes. He didn't expect He Bei's martial arts to be so advanced that he had no ability to resist at all.And He Bei's expression... He has seen He Bei go crazy, but this time, He Bei's whole body seems to have flowed out of the bloody sea of ​​corpses in hell, and the breath in his body is stronger than this cold winter It's also bitterly cold.

He Bei stared straight at Yao Jing: "Let me ask you, who taught you to say this? It must not be your father." If Yao Jing's father said it, it would have been widely spread throughout the world.It was the first time he heard these words, but from Heipao's mouth.

"If you don't say anything, I'll strangle you to death." He Bei held Yao Jing's throat with one hand, Yao Jing rolled up his eyes, on the verge of suffocation, he felt the shadow of death had enveloped him.

Seeing this posture, the disciples around felt that Yao Jingzui deserved it.It's just that they didn't dare to fight, He Bei's aura was too scary.

Song Liuying supported He Bei's shoulders, and softly advised him not to be impulsive.

He Bei loosened his hands slightly, and Yao Jing was finally able to catch a few breaths, his face flushed, and the veins on his forehead burst out through the flesh.

He closed his eyes and tilted his head, as if he had fainted, and was pinched by He Bei to "come back to life".

"Tell me - don't play dead"

"Yes, it's a person from Jinghua Palace..." Yao Jing opened his eyes wide, his face covered with blood and tears.

"Do you also believe in the words of the Devil's Cult? My mother, an innocent and good citizen, is it your turn to slander her?"

Immediately afterwards, He Bei smiled slightly.

"How did you get in touch with the people from Jinghua Palace?"

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The rice is not finished.

In the meeting hall, He Bei ate a few whips from Jinglian.After all, hurting the same sect in public caused a bad influence.

Fortunately, the one whose wrist was broken was not a disciple of Jianzhuang, and Yao Jing only had two teeth knocked out.

The few whips He Bei received from Jing Lian were harmless, but it was Yao Jing who was tortured by the four elders and shrank in a chair with a pitiful and funny appearance.

If it weren't for Yao Jing to say that in a hurry, He Bei really didn't know that Yao Jing was having an affair with Jinghua Palace.If he didn't press Yao Jing on the spot, the rumor would spread unstoppably in Jianzhuang. He didn't care, but his father was still fighting against gold in the southwest, so he couldn't let this rumor become a tool to hurt people.

He Bei was reprimanded by several elders in turn, saying that he was too impulsive, and fined him to copy the school rules [-] times within [-] days.

When Xie Juan arrived, He Bei had already been escorted out of the meeting hall by several elders, while Yao Jing was left behind for further interrogation.

From Song Liuying's mouth, Xie Juan has almost understood what happened.

When he saw the three bright welts on He Bei's buttocks, he thought it was Yao Jing who had beaten him, and his face showed a bit of anger. Later, he realized that it was Jing Lian who had beaten him, so he let out a sigh of relief.

"Brother, did Master tell you?" He Bei was more concerned about this.

Xie Juan nodded, his face condensed: "Don't ask me first... I will digest it myself."

"Okay." He Bei patted Xie Juan on the shoulder, with a reassuring expression on his face.

"I'll take a few days off with Master for you and have a good rest. People are too busy and their thoughts are messed up."

"These days, I will accompany you."

What He Bei thought in his heart was that he must stay by Xie Juan's side these few days and never leave him.