After crossing, I became a group pet

Su Qingmian groaned and rubbed the area around her eyes: "My eyes hurt, it hurts all of a sudden."

Su Fuqian looked at him coldly: "Don't pretend."

Su Qingmian: "..."

In the end the conversation broke up badly.

Su Qingmian couldn't figure it out, can't he pursue what he loves?

His third elder brother can live a free life, why can't he do it when he comes here.

depressed.

In the first few days after the family broke up the loving mandarin ducks, they wanted to listen to the sound of the night.

The disadvantage of not being able to see is that you have to be led wherever you go. Su Fuqian is worried about letting Su Qingmian wander outside alone, leading Su Qingmian to the border of Guanghai, and holding Su Qingmian's hand from time to time. Something that makes him feel the frontier.

"This is Manjusawa." Su Fuqian led Su Qingmian's hand to touch the delicate and crimson flower, "This is a unique flower that grows on the border, and it cannot be seen anywhere else."

Manzhushahua.

Su Qingmian felt the delicate touch under her hand and rubbed it.

In the modern world, there is also a flower called Manjusawa. It is said that when the flower blooms, the leaves fall, and when the leaves grow, the flowers wither. The flowers, leaves and leaves will never meet again. It is said that this is a desperate flower. Red, red to heartbroken.

Feeling the petal shape of Manjusawa a little bit, it is indeed similar to the Manjusawa in my impression.

Two worlds have a subtle sense of fusion because of a flower.

But the leaves and flowers of manjusah in Gwanghae World exist at the same time, there are not so many stories of bitterness, it is just an ordinary and beautiful flower.

Su Qingmian got rid of Su Fuyan's hand, opened his arms, and tried to walk alone in the large sea of ​​crimson flowers. The tender petals passed under his palm, making his palm itchy.

Something seemed to trip under his feet, and it felt soft to the touch. Su Qingmian lowered his head subconsciously, but what he saw was dark.

Bending slightly, his current spiritual power has only recovered a little bit. When he got close, he felt the spiritual power fluctuations on the soft object he kicked. It was very weak, but it existed.

As if injured.

Realizing this, Su Qingmian called Su Fuqian to come over, and Su Fuqian came over and pulled the flowers: "It's just an elf."

"Elves?"

The little elf looked up at Su Fuqian with indifference. Su Fuqian was annoyed by his gaze, picked up the elf by the back of his neck, and shook it: "The elf with the size of a palm still dares to stare at me?"

Su Qingmian couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Brother, what are you doing with the spirit?"

The elf pursed her lips, and looked at the white gauze on Su Qingmian's eyes inexplicably.

"See what my brother is doing?" Su Fuqian shook again, drawing the elf's glaring gaze.

The elf seemed to have had enough of being abused by Su Fuqian, or maybe he wanted to go to Su Qingmian's arms too much, so he said, "Su Qingmian, I'm here to find you."

This sound...

Su Qingmian was startled, and tentatively asked, "Little Aojiao?"

Xiao Aojiao hadn't appeared for so long, Su Qingmian thought he would never see Xiao Aojiao in the future.

"Do you know?"

Su Fuqian yawned, and threw Xiao Aojiao into Su Qingmian's arms boredly, "Tell your friend not to look at me like that, or I'll kill him."

Su Qingmian quickly covered Xiao Aojiao with her sleeve, and smiled like a dog: "How can this be, brother, you are the best."

Hey?

Second brother doesn't know Xiao Aojiao?

No matter what you say, Xiao Aojiao is the elder brother of the sound of the night, everyone in Guanghai must know it, but the second brother didn't recognize Xiao Aojiao, otherwise he wouldn't have given Xiao Aojiao to him.

Oh oh, Su Qingmian figured it out for herself, it might be because Xiao Aojiao is in a miniature form, when touching Xiao Aojiao, it should be shown as a teenager, and it is normal not to know the miniature version of Xiao Aojiao.

Su Fuqian is not like Su Wuhuai and Su Mu, as long as Su Qingmian says something nice, the matter is over, and Su Fuqian doesn't like him.

"Shut up." He plucked his ears, "Go back, it's windy."

Su Qingmian was probably familiar with the layout of the bedroom, so he withdrew all the servants who were serving in the room. It felt so strange that all those people were watching his every move in his room.

Su Qingmian fumbled to sit on the bed.

Xiao Aojiao sat on Su Qingmian's shoulders, Su Qingmian's hair was hanging on both sides, and he dangled a strand of hair.

"Why are you weak again?" Su Qingmian sighed faintly, "I don't have any spiritual power to help you now."

Xiao Aojiao stuck to Su Qingmian's neck: "It's okay, it's good to see you."

"It's so itchy." Su Qingmian grabbed Xiao Aojiao and put it on the bed.

Xiao Aojiao crawled up Su Qingmian's thigh and rolled herself into a small ball.

"How did you know I was here?"

Wherever he was, Xiao Tsundere was there, it was too much of a coincidence.

Xiao Aojiao hissed: "Don't ask."

"..."

Well, like Xiao Aojiao can say, if he can't say it, he can't, if he doesn't get the answer, he can suffocate to death.

"Then let me change the question," Su Qingmian whispered, "Does Lingyesheng know that I'm here?"

Xiao Aojiao paused: "I know."

Su Qingmian let out a long breath: "That's good, he should be relieved knowing that I'm fine."

Xiao Ziao hugged Su Qingmian's thigh tightly, rubbing her cheeks against it.

Su Qingmian slapped Xiao Aojiao's head unceremoniously: "It's so itchy, get off me."

Su Qingmian carried Xiao Aojiao down, Xiao Aojiao Fei Feifei flew to Su Qingmian's lap again, Su Qingmian carried it down again, Xiao Aojiao was still Feifeifei.

Speechless.

Why didn't I find Xiao Aojiao so clingy before?

When it was time to go to bed, Su Qingmian asked Xiao Aojiao to sleep on the floor. Xiao Aojiao had promised well at the time, and after Su Qingmian fell asleep, she turned into a boy, lifted a corner of Su Qingmian's quilt, and shivered into it.

It was cold on the ground.

Still warm in the quilt.

In his sleep, Su Qingmian dreamed that Ling Yesheng was holding him, and he smacked Ling Yesheng's forehead contentedly.

When he woke up, he felt someone beside the bed, Su Qingmian almost shouted, he pushed Xiao Aojiao, and pushed the person off the bed.

Xiao Aojiao, who was still awake, rolled a few times on the ground, woke up suddenly, and looked around vigilantly: "What's wrong, what's wrong, there's an assassin?"

If Su Qingmian's eyes were fine, he must roll them.

"There is no assassin, but a pig ran to my bed to sleep." Su Qingmian was not angry, "Xiao Aojiao, please pay attention to your identity, I am your younger brother's person, please pay attention to the difference, thank you."

Su Qingmian was really a little angry.

Xiao Aojiao couldn't laugh or cry.

This is what happened when you insisted on lying. Now that it's all over, it's too late to regret it.

Su Qingmian even pushed him out of bed!

What a little Tsundere, that's his animal body listening to the voice of the night.

Su Qingmian: "Do you understand?"

If Xiao Aojiao is still pestering him even though he has established a relationship with Ling Yesheng, then he can only cut off all contact with Xiao Aojiao.

If you are not decisive, something will happen.

Since ancient times, a love triangle has been a story of heart and lung abuse, and Su Qingmian is not at all like letting such a clichéd fatal thing happen to herself and Ling Yesheng.

Hidden dangers must be killed in infancy.

A narrow light flashed in Ling Yesheng's eyes, and he sat beside Su Qingmian, rubbing the boy's hair: "It's okay, I don't mind," he blew into Su Qingmian's ear, "We can hide it from Ling Ye Voice, secretly, pass us."

The itching in his ears made Su Qingmian shiver several times. He was speechless. He had known Xiao Aojiao for a while, and thought he knew him better, but...but... Aojiao's words like this refreshed his understanding of Xiao Aojiao.

"Just pretend I didn't hear you. Stay away from me, we can still be friends." Su Qingmian looked serious.

Ling Yesheng had never seen such a serious expression on Su Qingmian's face before, so he thought it was amused, and touched his earlobe with his finger: "Excessive, you pretended not to hear what I said so seriously?"

That tone of voice, that long and protracted tone, is simply teasing!

Su Qingmian couldn't hold back, kicked Ling Yesheng off the bed: "Go away, I don't want to see you."

Absolutely can't go on like this, otherwise...he will really have an intense and exciting love triangle with Ling Yesheng.

God, forgive him.

Ling Yesheng fell to the ground, looked at Su Qingmian's face which turned blue and red and smiled lowly.

Enough was enough, he stood up and sneered, "I'm just kidding."

Su Qingmian didn't believe him: "Are you treating me like a child? Get out of here."

Listening to the Night: "..." Mmm.The show seems to be over.

Ling Yesheng walked to the door, opened and closed the door, the door creaked, but he didn't go out.

Su Qingmian heard the sound of the door, mistakenly thought that Xiao Aojiao had gone out, and lay down on the bed with a sigh.

"It's annoying."

"It's not annoying." The voice of Ling Ye was gentle.

Su Qingmian sat up suddenly: "Little Aojiao, why didn't you go out? Also, don't learn to speak in the voice of the night."

When the little tsundere boy was in the form, his voice was more similar to that of Ling Yesheng, and when he spoke in the tone of Ling Yesheng, there was such a trance that Su Qingmian really had the illusion that Ling Yesheng was beside him.

"Okay, don't study."

Listen to the sound of the night and chuckle.

"...Didn't I say, don't learn?"

Su Qingmian couldn't see her eyes, and she already missed Ling Yesheng very much in her heart. Hearing the voice very similar to Ling Yesheng, her lovesickness was about to explode, "Stop making trouble."

His mouth was deflated, and he looked like he was about to cry.

He didn't cry when Tang Jiade tortured him, he didn't cry when he was eaten, and he didn't cry when he found out that he couldn't see.

But when he heard the voice of Listening to the Night—just a sound similar to that of Listening to the Night, he suddenly wanted to cry.

Listen to the sound of the night.

I miss your slender hands touching his face, I miss you telling him that you love him over and over again in his ear, and I miss your eyes that are gentle and spring-like.

Think a lot.

However, you are not here.

He could only bear it.

Pretending to be happy, pretending to be heartless after inhuman torture, pretending to be strong, not afraid of any ordeal.