Fuck you

"Senior brother... Did I go crazy when I was drunk?" He hesitated for a while, and finally opened his mouth hesitantly under You Feng's fierce gaze.

You Feng was taken aback at first: "It's not that you can't drink! Have you recovered from your injury! Why didn't you listen!"

Then I grasped the point: "You didn't drink at all before! What kind of drunkenness!"

Then he grabbed Xinghe's wrist and poked around: "Why don't you listen to me! It's a good thing that the wine in Yaotai is brewed with spring water, otherwise you won't think about it! Drink the medicine for me first, and then slow down. Explain it to me slowly!"

It has been more than 200 years since Xinghe received the punishment of thunder for Mingyue Gui. Although Lingbao Tianzun helped him heal his wounds, his heart still hurts from time to time. No one else knows, but Youfeng, who has been in charge of supervising his drinking of medicine, knows it best.

But recently, I feel much better, and Wanshoushang just let go of his courage and drank it once. Now, except for a faint pain in his chest, he doesn't feel any discomfort.

Of course, it would be even better if the senior brother could silence his loud voice.

"Brother, don't worry, I won't drink it anymore." The top row of medicine bottles on the bookshelf are all wound medicines refined for Xinghe.

You Feng handed one to him, raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes: "What's going on!"

"I... I seem to..." For the first time, Xinghe felt that it was so difficult to say something, so he turned to his senior brother. If he wanted to change someone else, he would have made the other party grow grass on the grave.

"After I got drunk, I seemed to have done something... something bad... and I thought it was a dream. I don't know, but it's just... Do you understand?"

You Feng pondered for a long time with a dazed expression on his face, seeing his younger brother faltering and fumbling, his complexion as if he had hidden illness, he seemed to understand something, and he seemed even more confused.

But he can be sure of one thing, in the world, only that wild boy from Bai Ze can make his good junior so embarrassing.

"Is it related to the dog's sorrow?" You Feng gave the table an iron palm with an unhappy face, "Did he bully you while you were drunk!"

Xinghe took the medicine and felt much better.

He hesitated to speak with an indescribable expression on his face: "...No."

You Feng stayed for a long time, then suddenly stepped in front of Xinghe, solemnly held his face in his arms and looked at it, and yelled for a while: "You mean you gave him to... that when you got drunk?"

Xinghe froze for a moment: "Which one?"

"It's that... that..." You Feng was a little bit embarrassed.

"...Well...it seems..." Xinghe finally understood his brother's strange expression, pushed his hand away, and leaned against the wall worriedly, "I don't know either."

"Hey! It's cheap for that kid!" You Feng was still aggrieved, as if the Chinese cabbage he worked so hard to grow was damaged by a pig, "If he dares to forgive you in the future, I will definitely not forgive him!"

Xinghe was a little bit dizzy: "Brother, you have turned against... It's me, not Mingyue! I'm a little afraid to go back. If you say it's not a dream, how should I explain it to Mingyue."

In You Feng's heart, even if Xinghe took the initiative, Mingyuegui also got a big deal. His junior brother is invincible in the world in terms of talent, appearance, cultivation and background. He is the best in Mingyuegui.

He De!How can!

Therefore, he gave some dispensable advice with great reluctance: "Do whatever you want, don't act differently, if he asks, just say he's drunk and doesn't remember. "

Xinghe was in a dilemma: "Since I have skin-to-skin relationship with Mingyue, I should be responsible to him."

You Feng almost spit out a mouthful of old blood: "What responsibility does a big man want you to take? You really can't marry him! Besides, don't you say it might be a dream? I think it's probably a dream, otherwise why didn't he resist! You He can't beat you when he's drunk!"

Xinghe knows that Youfeng has always been quite dissatisfied with Mingyuegui, and it is not easy for him to accept the fact that he likes Mingyuegui, and he does not insist on hearing words of encouragement.

It's just that there is no one to complain about this matter except You Feng, he doesn't know anything about love and love, let alone the drunken scenes that he recalled made him breathless.

Have you ever done it?

In fact, you only need to ask Mingyuegui to find out.But what he didn't expect was that once there was someone he liked in his heart, no matter how decisive and cold-faced and cold-hearted, he would have more weaknesses, untouchable and irrevocable.

Xinghe sighed, his eyebrows exuded a faint melancholy temperament: "Forget it, I'm going back."

You Feng quickly grabbed him: "Junior Brother?"

"I'm fine, don't worry about it." Xinghe said, "Master is still waiting there, brother, hurry over there."

"Oh." You Feng thought about it for a while, and then he added, "Come to me if you have anything to do. In a few days, you still have to teach the Fa to your new disciples. Remember to prepare when you go back. Don't scare the juniors like before. .”

Talking about Xing He's headaches, the last time the Four Gods were listening to the school, the master was solemn and specially arranged for him and You Feng to give lectures every seven days, which was really annoying.

Not only did he disturb his cultivation, but what was even more ridiculous was that a boy was frightened and cried by him the first time he taught the Fa.

I cried.

He didn't actually do anything.

Obviously, the age difference is not much different from next year, one or two are more nervous when they meet him than Tianjun.There are more than ten children in the school, except for Mingyuegui, who is a dead duck who is not afraid of boiling water, the rest are even more well-behaved than that stupid dog raised by God Erlang.

Xinghe still remembers the scene when he saw Mingyuegui for the first time. He almost bumped into his arms like a bird, his eyes were red and he looked like he had cried. The pinched crumpled piece of paper is of particular interest.

Now that I think about it, it's probably because of those eyes.

The round eyes are like a bunny, crying red and pitiful, but there is a small hook at the end of the eye, which suddenly hooked his heart.

Later, when he heard the roar of a wild beast in the back mountain, he immediately thought of this little rabbit.

I rushed over without thinking.

At that time, how did he know that Mingyuegui was actually a mangy dog ​​dressed in a little rabbit skin, and he only held vengeance. He would show his fangs when he saw him, and he was even more fierce than Erlangshen's annoying big black dog.

Thinking of this, Xinghe couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth: So Mingyue was so cute back then.

The painting style changed too fast, and You Feng's expression became numb.Try to reflect on what you just said, there shouldn't be a word worth laughing at.

Then, who can tell him what the younger brother is doing so silly? ?

Xinghe walked back.

The clothes are neat, and the black hair is meticulous.No one can imagine that the proud man of heaven was disheveled, flustered and incoherent just a moment ago.

It has to be said that senior brother You Feng is the most competent. He not only consoled him earnestly, but also helped him tie his hair carefully.

The panic of getting up early has lost its edges and corners in the slow passage of time, and his heart is no longer fluttering, Xinghe can't help feeling a little lucky.

Maybe it really was just a dream.

Even if it is true, Mingyue can't be as knowledgeable as a drunkard, right?If it were me...

If it were me, I wouldn't take it to heart.

At most, I recall it seventeen or eight times in the dead of night.