Fuck you

Ming Ronglan swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva before asking with difficulty: "Mingyue, you really don't know?"

His voice was a little hoarse, and he raised a tone of disbelief, Mingyue Gui's heart skipped a beat, and he felt that he would not say anything to make her happy next.

Even so, he immediately asked, "I don't know, why?"

Sure enough, the corner of Ming Ronglan's mouth twitched and sighed: "His hand was hurt, because you..."

Mingyue Gui couldn't believe his ears, he felt that he probably really needed to take some medicine today, his brain disease was too severe, and the nonchalant smile that had been hanging on his face all this time was distorted: "What, what?"

Ming Ronglan: "Do you still remember the incident where Mr. Jiang led people to block you outside the shooting range two days ago?"

Ming Yuegui: "Nonsense, get to the point."

Ming Ronglan snorted angrily: "Jiang Gong secretly shot an arrow on the tree, but fortunately Xinghe rushed over to help you block it - the arrow could pierce your back an inch further forward, otherwise you thought Why can you live well until now?"

These words were like a muffled thunder that suddenly smashed into Ming Yue Gui's brain, with a loud bang, his head was blown to pieces.

Ning Xu pulled Qianmo's shoulders back excitedly, while avoiding the scene of low air pressure, he rushed to wink at the person who was pulled down by him.

After Ming Ronglan finished speaking, she was silent for a while, looking at Mingyuegui's appearance like five thunderbolts, a helpless smile was pulled from the corner of her lips: "Should I have told you about this earlier?"

The last scene before coma that day passed quickly in Ming Yuegui's mind several times, and finally the scene of his backhand grip was finally frozen.At that time, he felt that he was holding two fingers. He always thought it was Ming Ronglan, but it turned out to be Xinghe?

Was it Xinghe who blocked the arrow for him?

That was Xinghe's finger.

Ming Yuegui touched his chest subconsciously, and the little white strip that he had molested was lying alone in the thin skirt. At this moment, he found that his flirting all day was like a mentally handicapped person.

He pressed his lips, his mood jumped up inexplicably, he lowered his head and kicked the grass secretly delighted: "No wonder he is so angry."

"Yeah!" Ming Ronglan didn't know what to say. He always thought that Mingyuegui knew about it. After all, it was Mingyuegui who held Xinghe's finger and refused to let go. He seemed to have said something to him before he passed out. "You're here" or something.

Ming Ronglan advised as if caring for the mentally handicapped boy: "So I advise you to be honest, you can see whose business Xinghe has been in charge of? His hand injury is not healed. You still drag him to practice swords and ask why he was injured! Mingyue, I Tell you if I were Xinghe, I would definitely poke Yaopo in your chest and stir it up carefully to see if I can find a wolf heart."

Feeling suddenly very good.

Mingyuegui didn't say a word for the first time, just listened to the training with his head down as quietly as a chicken, he couldn't express what feeling he felt in his heart, and he couldn't describe it. If he had to sum it up, he could only use four words - it's hard to describe in one word.

After a long time, Mingyue Gui raised his head and lowered his eyebrows when Ming Ronglan had finished training and said he was tired: "Brother, I was wrong, where is Xinghe? I'm going to apologize to him!"

Ming Ronglan was terrified as if hearing something extremely scary: "Why are you blushing so red? Don't look at me like that!"

Proactively apologizing to Mingyuegui is comparable to Tianjun personally announcing to the Three Realms that he is actually a daughter.

Moreover, he didn't feel the sincerity of apologizing at all!Ming Ronglan looked at Mingyuegui for a moment, and said suspiciously: "Why do I think you are so happy? The weasel gave the chicken New Year's greetings?"

Mingyue Gui hugged his arm happily and walked forward, while beckoning to Qianmo Ningxu who was hiding not far away and whispering, while chatting like an old woman.

"Brother, what are you talking about? Even if I am a weasel, Brother Xinghe can't be a chicken! Oh, why did you say he blocked me? I thought he hated me. You don't know that I accidentally bumped into him on my birthday I'm on my body, Ya put a finger on my forehead, and the nostrils are almost pulled up to the sky! Oh! How is he such a person! I wiped it and found that I was really happy!"

This tone, this expression, this swaying of the head... the weasel who has been hungry for a winter and then somehow caught a fat rabbit by the side of the den is just so proud.

Ming Ronglan shook her arm but did not shake him off, so she could only let him hang around: "It's all right, you don't go to the library, the two senior brothers will be angry when they find out that you didn't go."

Ning Xu responded with a smile: "Xinghe will come out after class, I think he will go and arrest you, ah, if he finds you happy here, will he directly punish you not to leave the library for a year?"

Ming Yuegui waved his fist: "I'm looking for a fight!"

Qianmo touched Mingyuegui's head: "Okay, you go over quickly, we will intercede for you."

"No need," Mingyue Gui threw away Ming Ronglan, and while walking forward, raised a finger and shook at the three people behind, "The grace of saving life should be promised by body, climbing the stairs is my sincerity in marrying him."

Ming Ronglan staggered, Qianmo's knees were also weak, Ning Xu bent over and vomited, and roared: "Xinghe is so fucking unlucky!"

Mingyuegui raised her head and smiled, humming a little song in a crooked tune, jumping forward, and quickly twirling the white cloth she snatched from Xinghe with her fingertips.

It's really weird, he's about to explode when he's in a good mood now, he feels like he can fly around the Nine Heavens three times with just a jump, without any seriousness.

It wasn't until Mingyuegui wandered to the door of Zangshu Pavilion that he finally understood why Qianmo insisted on pleading for himself.

Looking up his head, he couldn't see where the roof of Zangshu Pavilion was. There were only layers of upturned cornices and wind chimes hanging on the corners that sang softly in the wind, mocking the young man's ignorance mercilessly.

Mingyue Guisheng let out an unrequited "Aww", wondering if someone suddenly tore away the white cloth strip he was holding in his hand when no one was rushing away here.

"Who?" He grabbed his hand back quickly following the voice, and then turned his body around.

"You're here now?" The person behind him tucked the white cloth into his sleeves, crossed his arms and sneered.

Mingyuegui loosened her frowning brows, her eyes lit up and rushed over: "Xinghe!"

Xinghe avoided him with disgust on his face: "Stay away from me, you don't know how to stand and talk and have to hang on someone else's body?"

"Brother!" He rushed over again, "From today onwards, I'm yours!"