Fuck you

Xinghe showed a rare startled expression, his eyes were wide open, and even Mingyue Gui's hand hanging on his arm forgot to take it down, and after a long time, the corner of his mouth twitched and asked: "What did you say?" ?”

Mingyuegui said shamelessly: "The grace of saving life should be promised with your body."

He felt Xinghe's body tremble twice following his words, and then the man pushed him away and took three steps back, his ears were red with anger: "Mingyue Gui, are you really mentally ill? When did I save you?" You? Hurry up and get me into the library, or you won't even think about coming out this month!"

Xinghe spoke very seriously, with a serious and indifferent expression, except for the unnaturally fast speech, even the expression was no different from the indifferent look in the past.

"Don't, I'm just kidding you, why are you so serious?" Anyone who saw such a tall Zangshu Pavilion was a little ignorant, "My brother told me that Jiang Gong's arrow was blocked by you for me, it's not life-saving Thanks."

Xinghe frowned and said word by word: "No. My senior brother blocked it."

Mingyue Gui paused, no matter how you look at it, Xinghe doesn't seem to be lying, but Ming Ronglan can't lie to him: "Then what happened to the injury on your hand?"

Xinghe: "Accidentally."

"Show me."

"No."

"Just one look, just one look."

"No!"

"It must be you who saved me, the one who was rubbed by the arrow?"

"Boring!" Xinghe probably couldn't explain it to him, leaving behind the words that could end any topic in an instant, and walked quickly into the library.

When he crossed the threshold, Mingyuegui saw something falling from the bottom of his feet.

Ming Yuegui walked over to pick up the thing and put it in her palm, she was dumbfounded at the time.

A piece of peach petal.

He suddenly thought of the figure he vaguely saw when he came out of Taolin. At that time, he was dizzy and thought he had misread it. Now that he thought about it, he felt that the vague figure should be Xinghe.

Mingyuegui held her peach petals and stood outside the threshold, hesitating for a moment, looking at the person who was walking towards the desk on the left in the empty hall on the first floor, and shouted: "Xinghe."

Xinghe stopped in his tracks and turned around in doubt: "What's the matter?"

Mingyue Gui's voice was a little hoarse: "Where did you go after class?"

There was silence for a while, the bright sky at noon filled the hall on the first floor, Xinghe stood in a place where the sun couldn't shine, and the expression on his face was so dim that he couldn't make out: "I'm going to eat."

Mingyuegui lifted the peach petals and stepped over the threshold: "Then why do you have this on your body? Peach trees are only planted in the back mountain."

This time the silence was longer than last time, Xinghe walked slowly to the desk and stopped, holding up a booklet: "I also have it in my room."

Mingyuegui couldn't believe it: "Do you have a peach tree in your room?"

It was rare for Xinghe to explain so patiently: "The boy said the peach blossoms were blooming just right, so I asked him to cut a few branches and put them in my room."

There was nothing wrong with that, nothing wrong with it.

Mingyuegui scratched her head, wondering if she was too suspicious, if Xinghe really went to the back mountain, she would definitely see him look crazy, not to mention other people, even he himself would be disgusted by that appearance.

This is his most secret and hard to reveal secret, and the deepest inferiority complex buried in his heart. If Qinghua can still keep his last smile when he sees it, then being known by Xinghe will definitely destroy his self-esteem.

Mingyue returned to Xinghe, avoiding all the sunlight that fell on the library, and walked from one darkness to another: "Senior brother, do you still have this kind of elegance?"

Xinghe was silent.

As he got closer, the indifferent expression on Xinghe's face became clear at a glance. Mingyue Gui stared at the other party's slightly disdainful eyes, and finally smiled after two steps: "Can I go to the senior brother's room to have a look at that night? Also ask Xiaotong to put a few branches in my room."

Xinghe flipped through a few pages of the booklet in his hand, his stiff back relaxed slightly, and he replied lightly: "Yes."

After finishing speaking, he remembered that this person was punished by him to climb the Zangshu Pavilion for three days and three nights, so why should he look at it?

Immediately wanted to refuse, but swallowed the words back.Just take a look, to save him from suspecting that he saw something he shouldn't have seen.

Mingyuegui heaved a sigh of relief when she received a definite reply, and leaned over to Xinghe's side to take a look: "What are you looking for?"

He got very close, bumping shoulders together, specifically explaining that Yue Gui always got very close every time, insisting on being close together, as if on purpose.

But this time Xinghe didn't dodge, and closed the booklet with a "snap": "If you want to take care of it, you will be punished as soon as you come. Why, do you need me to keep an eye on you?"

Mingyue Gui pointed to the revolving wooden ladder with a few sections looming between the bookshelves: "Benefactor, do you really want me to climb it for three days and three nights?"

Xinghe slapped the brochure on his face: "If you don't talk about it, change it to one-finger meditation tomorrow. I'll keep an eye on it myself. Every time I drop it, it will add one day. How about it?"

"Don't, don't, don't, I'm wrong." Mingyue Gui stretched out his hand to grab the booklet covering his face. He couldn't see anything with his face covered. He accidentally pinched two fingers. The tactile sensation was the same as before he fell into a coma a few days ago. The two pinched are exactly the same.

Subconsciously tightening the palm, the fingers struggled, and Mingyue Guishen clung to it. He held the booklet and fingers firmly together and took it away from his face. Facing Xinghe's sharp eyes and golden-red earlobes under the sun.

"Brother, your ears are so red, so cute."

"..."

"Ah!!! Why did you hit me! If you don't believe it, your right ear is really red when you look in the mirror!"

"……roll!"

Mingyuegui, who was miserably disgusted, ran to the wooden ladder clutching her slapped chest, pointed at the young man who had reopened a bamboo slip not far away with her fingers, and said heartbreakingly: "Xinghe! You are the kind of person Do you know that it will be used to mend the sky!"

His screams echoed in the empty and tall Library Pavilion, and the echoes repeated.The blue-clothed boy just turned his head slightly while flipping through the book. Under the slightly dark and narrow sky, his lowered eyebrows and eyes were extremely quiet.

Qingyao, father of Qingzhushangshen, and mother of ghost clan, went berserk and died violently at the age of 450.

Chen Yuan, whose father is unknown, his mother, a member of the ghost clan, went mad at the age of [-], and the Heavenly King personally granted her mana, and it has been kept in the demon-locking tower until now.

……