After crossing, I became a group pet

There was a sneer in the corner of Ling Yesheng's eyes, his oppressive aura rolled over Zhou Xueqi's body, his arrogant eyes did not give him any room to relax.

Zhou Xueqi took a step back: "Everyone wants to take the beautiful scenery for themselves."

The answer was ambiguous, Zhou Xueqi neither said that she wanted to let go, nor said that she wanted to compete.

Su Qingmian looked at Ling Yesheng blankly, he understood that the scenery in Ling Yesheng's mouth did not refer to the dance drama, but to him, but why.

Zhou Xueqi liked him, and when Ling Yesheng spoke to him like that, it was completely speaking to a rival in love, domineering, deep and dangerous, terribly domineering, how could Ling Yesheng like him?

It's not impossible...

No wonder, Ling Yesheng always appeared in front of him, always doing some inappropriate things.

Pulling a tall Pegasus horse to wait for him at the gate of the academy, because of his words to rectify the relic library... everything has been answered.

Su Mu's face turned cold, he couldn't understand the meaning in the voice of the night, and pulled Su Qingmian away: "Go home."

Are you sick?When he doesn't exist?

Compete directly in front of him?

Don't even think about it, Qingmian doesn't want any of them!

All dead.

"Don't rush away, I haven't seen the art exhibition yet." Ling Ye's voice stopped Su Mu.

The dust was displaced, and his mind was suddenly uncertain. Su Qingmian just looked at the sound of the night, innocent but also at a loss. The ignorant emotions became a mess in his heart, rushing randomly along the limbs.

Suddenly, I remembered the sad and affectionate eyes that Ling Yesheng looked at him many times, daring to touch the pain that he dared not express.

Su Qingmian claims to have a high emotional intelligence, but he is slow when it comes to listening to the sound of the night, blinded by the preconceived disgust at the beginning, he can't see the appearance of the sound of the night, and he can't see his heart clearly.

Waiting for the clouds to clear and the fog to clear, and the truth to come out, I suddenly discovered that all the reasons were just the word liking.

"Brother, I also want to see the art exhibition." Su Qingmian pulled Su Mu's sleeve. Su Qingmian didn't want to say this sentence, but when she thought about leaving, she couldn't help but say this sentence, as if her body had its own consciousness .

Su Mu shook his head resolutely: "Go home." Then he said to Ling Yesheng, "Excuse me, it's too noisy here, Qingmian is not suitable for this kind of occasion, please leave first."

If there is a pun in a sentence, who wouldn't.

Listening to the night voice: "Su Er, do you think you are suitable?"

Su Qingmian lowered her head and narrowed her eyes, unable to see the expression in his eyes clearly, he is just a time traveler, he can't even figure out the connection between the original owner and the sound of the night, who knows that he liked the sound of the night before, or he came Liked it afterward.

If he liked it before, then the person that Ling Yesheng liked was the original owner, not him.

Love is not the same as family affection. When facing Su Mu, Su Mu loves him, and Su Qingmian can return the same affection and care to him, but love...is different, so different.

He is not the original owner after all.

How to deal with Ling Yesheng's feelings for the original owner?

This matter is messed up, time travel is really a lot of things, can you give people a good experience of the life of time travel, it's too inexperienced, it's been entangled all day, Su Qingmian is about to lose her hair.

Of course, if Ling Yesheng liked him after he came, then nothing would happen.

Su Qingmian: "I like quietness, and I don't like too much noise, so it's not suitable."

Emotionally, he likes to be quiet, too much disturbance will make him feel very tired.

Ling Yesheng's eyes suddenly dimmed, and there was no brilliance at all. For a moment, Su Qingmian felt that the spiritual power flowing in his body was stagnant.

Hey hey hey, no, no, don't brother, if you do it like this, it's like he did something wrong, he will feel guilty.

Feelings can’t be forced, brother, you have to adjust your mentality in time, after all, you are the king of the world, Lord Tianshu, you must have a strong psychological endurance, and don’t get depressed just because you are dumped.

The music entered the climax stage, various musical instruments mingled and staggered, the treble and bass rose one after another, the dancers spun, and the neon clothes made ripples in the air, rippling out circle after circle.

A dancer suddenly screamed and fell down, "dead". All the dancers circled around her and prayed to the sky.

Su Mu was attracted by Chang Xiao, and his expression was a little numb.

The dance drama is about the history of Guanghai, and the timeline continues until the end of the third holy war of light and darkness. In the third holy war of light and darkness, the creator only sacrificed one, and that was his father Su Qihua.

The mother was so distraught that she rushed into the enemy army alone. It is said that thousands of arrows pierced her heart.

Qingmian was born on his mother's Xuantang tree. After he was born, the Xuantang tree withered and turned into powder and seeped into the ground.

Qing Mian is a symbol of parental love. His arrival made the four sons of the Su family feel that their parents were still by their side and cared for him meticulously.

If an ordinary child grows up under the doting of his elder brothers, he will probably be as willful and arrogant as Tang Jiade, but Su Qingmian has grown into a sunny and cheerful boy, occasionally narrow-minded, and fighting wits and courage with his elder brothers.

Su Mu absolutely does not allow others to hurt Su Qingmian any more.

"Understand?"

Listen to the sound of the night, do you understand the rejection in Qingmian's words?

Su Mu was full of hostility all over his body. If his eyes were thorns, Ling Yesheng would definitely turn into a hedgehog. Zhou Xueqi had never hurt Su Qingmian. Su Mu didn't have much hostility towards him, but there was. With evil intentions.

Ling Yesheng looked at Zhou Xueqi: "What about you, do you understand?"

Zhou Xueqi: "..." People seem to be talking about you...

Ling Yesheng stroked the feathers on his shoulders, elegant and natural: "I haven't tried it, and I will never know if it fits."

He dropped those words, gave Su Qingmian a meaningful look, and turned to leave.

Well, it's very good, some people have a wicked heart, and some people are so angry that they want to kill a Tianshu master to drink with.

Su Qingmian was really worried that Su Mu would be overwhelmed, and ran to the atrium palace to dominate Tianshu.

In the end, I went to see the art exhibition. The paintings were all painted by the first minister, Feng Yuan. Su Qingmian also wanted to pretend that he knew art well, and said a few false words, but he really couldn't understand it. He couldn't figure out that there was only one dot on the canvas. , Why did Feng Yuan hang it up for display?

Perhaps this is the realm of an artist.

Su Qingmian saw Feng Yuan holding Ling Ye and explaining the dot to him with relish: "The dot represents our world, and the blank represents the world outside the world. My lord, have you ever wondered what the world outside our world is?" In this way, can there be truths in the world hidden in that terrifying nothingness, and whether those truths are applicable to our world."

Listening to the sound of the night was painful, but he still pretended to be very interested: "I think what you said makes a lot of sense."

Feng Yuan: "Yes, I think so too, my lord, look at this painting with only one stroke..."

Su Qingmian wanted to laugh seeing Ling Yesheng's indescribable expression, and there are times like this.

At the end of the painting exhibition, a group of people left in an orderly manner. As soon as they arrived at the door, there was a roar of voices. Black and ragged homeless people knelt at the door, and soldiers could not drive them away with swords.

There seems to have been a conflict between the soldiers and the homeless before. There was a homeless man lying on the ground, and someone was holding him and crying loudly: "Give us a way to survive, we just want to live."

Su Mu drew a transparent shield on himself and Su Qingmian to prevent accidents from happening, but Su Qingmian broke the shield from the inside, pursed his lips and ran down, and put his hand on the wound of the injured homeless man, meditating on the Grand View of Life, and the wound healed. Stop in time.

The Grand View of Life can make creatures grow rapidly, and as long as it is controlled properly, it can also heal wounds. If it is not done properly... well, the homeless will enter the old age in advance.

It's too extravagant to use a high-level technique to heal someone's wounds. Su Qingmian felt that one-fifth of the spiritual power had been emptied from his body.

However, he had a feeling in his heart that he was never this weak before, as if he was born strong and fearless.

When the homeless man saw that an adult had saved him, he was first surprised and then flattered, and kept thanking him.

Mu Ziyang silently stuffed a gem in his hand, but the homeless man was surprised and refused to take it.

He has gems in his hand, but he can't spend them, because others will think he stole them.

Listening to the night: "What happened?"

Soldier: "The law enforcers have recently implemented a washing policy, leaving no pauper in the city."

Ling Yesheng's eyes turned cold: "Yes."

"Adults, we are also residents of the glitz, and we want to live too. Please, adults, be lenient." The homeless person who spoke was the person who asked for the way of Ling Yesheng on the road that day.

The adults in Chinese clothes left one by one under the cover of the soldiers. For them, homeless people were stains that could not be washed away. The law enforcers set up a washing policy, which was actually quite good.

A homeless man with patches all over his body recognized Ling Yesheng and rushed up. The soldiers saw that his target was Lord Tianshu, which was fine, and a few swords pierced through his lower abdomen , he lay in a pool of blood, still muttering in his mouth: "Let's stay alive..."

Su Qingmian's pupils constricted, and when he passed by, the Patch Vagabond had no signs of life, and Su Qingmian could not feel any vitality in him.

Su Qingmian grabbed a soldier by the collar, blood was still dripping from his sword: "How dare you, how can you bear it, is it an animal you are riding on?"

Su Mu pulled Su Qingmian away and took him home forcibly. When he arrived at Shanhe Bieyuan, Su Qingmian kicked a stone all the way. The superficial class concept is really disgusting. A soldier killing a homeless person is as easy as chopping a cabbage. .

Sulking, Su Mu knew that he was not feeling well, and stayed with him without saying a word.

Walking to the lobby, Su Mu rubbed his head: "Go to the side room and have a look, you will feel better."

Su Qingmian felt depressed, he blew the bangs on his forehead, thinking it would be better to relieve it, he walked to the side room with brisk steps.

Opening the side compartment, the room was filled with misty smoke. Through the veil, a man in red was lying on his side. He was holding a long cigarette stick in his hand. The smoke that filled the room was exhaled from his mouth.

The misty smoke was lingering, and the man's face was blurred through the veil, but just looking at the red dress, Su Qingmian's breathing slowed down unconsciously.

Lifting the gauze curtain with her slender hands, Su Qingmian finally saw the person behind.

He looks cold, but his facial features are exquisite, beautiful, yet brilliant, like a red rose in the snow, cold and hot, the contrast of the two levels perfectly blends on him, it is too dazzling.

"Big brother?"

Su Qingmian yelled out almost subconsciously, and the next second, her body threw herself uncontrollably: "Brother!"

Su Wuhuai was startled, afraid that the cigarette rod in his hand would burn him, so he threw it to the ground in a hurry.