Fuck you

That child was once full of curiosity about the world like these teenagers, and Qinghua will never forget those big eyes that are as agile as small animals.

When Qinghua used the sword handed by the child to abolish his cultivation base, there was no pain in the eyes looking at him.

Even, lifeless and without any emotion.

The child just sighed and laughed softly: "Master, are you and I settled?"

Qinghua heaved a long sigh, his robes fluttered slightly, and he walked up the spiral staircase with gentle steps like flowing clouds.

The letter sent by You Feng was engraved with the names of the children of the three clans. The handwriting floated on it. I don’t know what magic was used. The disciples studied it for a long time but couldn’t figure out why. Location.

In any case, it is also a letter from Ziwei Palace. Although it is not as expensive as the gold bestowed by Lingbao Tianzun himself, it is enough to take it back to show off.

Everyone chattered outside to discuss the future study and life in a low voice. Seeing Ning Qi who was called in, several people came out. Some people wanted to ask questions, but they suddenly found that their faces were strange.

The man quickly shut his mouth, and a group of more than a dozen people looked up in unison.

Ning Qi didn't intend to explain, so he ordered a few words and asked them to go in and pick up the books by themselves.

After everyone left, Jiang Xuan tapped his head with his fingers and said, "Am I not mistaken? That's Ming, so who's sword? I saw the lettering, it's called 'something', isn't it?"

Mishu recalled Mingyue's humble appearance when she came back to chat with Sao Xinghe before, and couldn't help snorting: "Who else would call his own sword a 'thing' and still engrave words on the scabbard? The black sword is ugly and strange, and that The people are just right."

Ning Yu glanced at her silent brother, and said cautiously: "The princess can't talk nonsense, I heard that this sword belonged to Master Qinghua..."

No matter how you say it, Mi Shu is a few dozen years older than these young boys, and she is the younger sister of Shao Shang, everyone treats her more politely than others.

It was only after Ning Yu mentioned this that they realized that the sword originally belonged to Qinghua. Jiang Xuan was puzzled: "Then why does Master Qinghua carry it all the time? Could it be that he is still thinking about that person?"

Ning Yu: "Look at me, how do I know?"

Jiang Xuan: "..."

Ming Chen silently stepped back a few steps away from them, probably because he got up in the wrong posture today, he hasn't felt comfortable since morning, his ears are full of things about Ming Yue's return, he's everywhere, his ghost is lingering!

He squatted down beside the flower pond, picked up a branch that fell on the ground, and drew circles on the ground.

Ning Qi knew that Ming Chen didn't want others to mention Ming Yue Gui, so he must be in a bad mood, so he came over and squatted aside and asked softly, "Boy Ming, what did you draw?"

Ming Chen was concentrating on it, subconsciously said: "Curse."

Ning Qi felt that he didn't understand too much: "What?"

Ming Chen paused, and said sullenly: "It's nothing, I'm just bored to draw a moon..."

The honey moon, who was cursed by Mingchen, was sitting on the small round pier at this time, with a black and blue ribbon wrapped around her fingers.

He didn't dare to move, his back was as straight as a bamboo joint, and his gaze fell on the bronze mirror neatly and steadily.

The hair was gently picked up by someone, and the teeth of the comb ran down the scalp, and occasionally touched by the nimble fingers, the whole person would be crisp.

The man smelled so good, mixed with an unidentifiable and inexplicable medicinal smell, and sandalwood was drilled into his nostrils. Their bodies were so close that Ming Yuegui could feel the heat of the skin under the clothes without leaning back. .

He stared blankly at Xinghe standing behind him in the bronze mirror, his handsome eyebrows were softened and beautiful by the hazy mirror, and his gaze was always focused on his temples, as if it was the most cherished thing in the world.

Holding the wooden comb with slender fingers, even though Mingyue Gui's hair is so smooth that the comb can slide from head to tail, Xinghe still controls the strength gently and carefully.

When he moved, his sleeves would rub against Mingyuegui's neck, touching lightly once and for all. If the name of the person behind him was not Xinghe, Mingyuegui would have thought it was someone deliberately flirting.

It was simply... It made him so fascinated that he wanted to die.

The culprit was completely unaware of the heinous crimes he had committed, and even grabbed a lock of his hair before pointing at the tip of Mingyue Gui's nose.

"Give me the hair." The man said softly, "Look at the mess you tied up before, is your head a bird's nest? Well, it looks so pretty—come with me?"

Mingyuegui didn't understand what medicine Xinghe had taken by mistake today, he had to think that some female ghost who had a crush on him possessed Xinghe's body——

Otherwise, why was he still in the cold war the day before, but this morning he was able to take the initiative to say such soft and ambiguous words with a comb.

"I……"

Ming Yuegui was distraught by this sweet torture, and was a little speechless.

The two people reflected in the bronze mirror sat and stood, Xinghe bent slightly, his chin rested on his hair, a few strands of long hair hanging down were entangled with his, the two had outstanding temperament and appearance, like a pair It shines against Bi people.

It would be even better if... a red hijab would be added.

Mingyuegui was thinking endlessly, his eyes cast down Xinghe's face, and finally fixed on his own bright eyes, Mingyuegui heard the sound of himself swallowing saliva, and saw himself in the bronze mirror tilted up corner of the mouth.

Xinghe looked at him from the bronze mirror: "Huh?"

It is said that looking at people under the light will add a little more color than usual, but in fact it is the same when looking at people in the mirror.

Mingyuegui met the eyes of Shang Xinghe, the outline of those eyes was softened by the bronze mirror, showing a hazy gentle charm, Mingyuegui was instantly moved by this false hazy beauty, everyone has a love for beauty, even if As usual, his breathing still stagnates involuntarily.

He quickly tilted his head to the side, escaped in embarrassment and touched his chin, and coughed lightly: "That... that... that?"

Damn, I actually forgot what Xinghe asked.

"What did you just say?" Mingyue Gui laughed, "I almost fell asleep after sitting for too long."

Xinghe stared fixedly at Mingyuegui in the mirror, his hair had already been tied up, but he didn't get up, but moved a little closer, paused, raised his hand to hold Mingyuegui's shoulders, tilted his head gently in his ear Said: "Come with me to meet those students."

This ambiguous action for some unknown purpose directly blew up Mingyue Gui's fine hairs. With a short "ah", he stood up as if hiding something, and jumped back: "Oh, I know, I know, then What, what time is it, should people come over? I'll go and see!"

As he said that, he ran out with his teeth and claws.