no worldly appeal

Although it is said that the threat to the real person succeeded, but in fact the mobile phone was still not available.

After falling to the ground again, Kuano Huali and Zhenren reached a tacit agreement, that is, go back first and then talk.

Kusano Huali also gave up the idea of ​​running away again.After all, if the real person doesn't give up, she will be caught again and again if she runs again——

It's better to stay here first, and then squat down and do nothing. When they feel that they are the type who only eat and don't work, they will be ruthlessly kicked out of the team and finally get free.

"The phone is waiting for me to find Xiayou, let him buy it for you." The real person said quite naturally, "He is coming over tonight, so I can talk to him."

He took Cao Yehuali's hand, and opened the door swiftly with the other hand, "But it will probably be very late. Do you want to see him? Or, do you want to sleep for a while?"

Kusano Huali glanced at him, "If I said to see him before going to bed, would you let him come earlier?"

It feels like the real person has a strange feeling for that person named Xia Youjie (or the curse spirit), but it is more trusting than intimacy.Does the curse spirit also have such a thing as trust?

"No." The real person said with a smile, "I will wake you up in the middle of the night."

His other hand suddenly transformed into a percussion instrument that Kuano Huali didn't recognize, "Bang bang bang, how about it, isn't it very exciting?"

Kusano Huali imagined the scene of being suddenly woken up from sleep, and felt that she couldn't bear it.

"Not at all." She said blankly, "I want to sleep, no see."

But in fact, this sleep was not peaceful.

Probably because the real person did a little trick on her soul today, Kusano Huali had a long-lost dream.

It was a very hot summer.

The clusters of cicadas were slowly blown away by the draft, and the sunlight shone through the gaps in the treetops in front of the window and fell on the ground, like speckled gold.

A butterfly flapped its wings and landed on the flower beside her.

Kusano Huali raised her hand in a daze, trying to touch the butterfly, but stopped when there was still a little distance.

She didn't know why she had to stop, but she always felt that no matter what it was, she had to restrain herself.

The butterfly's wings flickered, but it flew away in a moment, making the grassy pear standing there very strange.

"What's the matter, Xiaohuali." Someone pulled the clogs and walked to her side, "Are you in a daze again?"

"Is it so boring to stay at home and not be able to do missions? Has it reached the point of seeing wild flowers?" He smiled and leaned down, sniffing the flower, "Ah, flowers, although it is not very legal for you to bloom here ..but it can barely be considered elegant."

Kusano Huali subconsciously turned her head and found that strange white-haired man smiling at her.

His eyes are very clear blue, like the extension of the sky at sunrise, and also like the color blend of snow and clear sky.

Kusano Huali was a little dazed thinking about the name of this familiar person, but her body fell down involuntarily, "My lord."

Her voice was very soft, and the hair on both sides slipped from her shoulders along the posture, like dandelions blown away by the wind.

The person opposite laughed and pulled her up halfway, preventing her from fully saluting.

"Don't be so restrained, Xiaohuali." His tone was very light, and he took Caoyehuali back to the house and sat down, "You should change your clothes too. It's simpler than ordinary people. It's easy to say it. It's like I've wronged you."

Kusano Huali looked down at the clothes on her body. The plain robe and simple lining were not very luxurious, but they were simple and comfortable.

"It's okay... right?" she said hesitantly.

"Hey, you'll still refute me." The white-haired man walked around her with a smile, and said in a teasing tone, "It's really interesting. It seems that I have grown a lot after going out."

He was wearing a kimono with a dragonfly pattern, and the long braids tied behind his head were gently raised with his movements, and the precious silk and satin used for the hair reflected a dazzling luster in the sun.

Kusano Huali was still in a state of bewilderment, but his body stood up straight with some restraint.

"My lord." She opened her mouth, but what came out was another words, "You know, I can't."

"Yeah, yes, yes." The white-haired man interrupted her perfunctorily, and said bluntly, "So you want to change?"

He stared at Kusano Huali in front of him, and dragged his tone, "Change it, change it. Huali, little Huali, do you have the heart to let your adult go out and be ridiculed——ah, even though you are a powerful man in the magic world My family, but they are so poor that they don’t have the money to dress the family’s first-level conjurer in decent clothes. It’s too bad, I can think of it if I think about it.”

Kusano Huali was stunned for a moment, and the first thought that popped up after hearing this sentence was: It's so strange, the Patriarch has never been the type of person who cares about what others say.

He acted recklessly more than himself, not to mention the last time the Emperor summoned him, he actually claimed to be sick. .

Emperor called sick?Wait a minute, is this her memory?

Kusano Huali, whose thoughts were suddenly confused, pursed her lower lip in a daze, and looked up at the white-haired man who claimed to be the head of the house.

He still looked at her with a smile, but under the most violent sunlight of the day, the white hair that should have been shining was blurred like mist, making it difficult for her to see clearly just like his blurred facial features. A pair of clear eyes are as blue as pure crystal.

Only then did she realize that she was really in a dream.

It seemed that it was only a moment, Kusano Huali changed her clothes, and was pushed out by the maids.

She frowned a little uncomfortable looking at this set of layers of clothes embroidered with butterfly patterns, feeling at a loss as to what to do, with a fan stuffed in her hand, she could only stumble forward.

"Don't be nervous, Mrs. Huali." A young maid said with a smile, "Smile, it will look good."

She helped Caoyehuali straighten her clothes, and then pushed Caoyehuali forward, "The butterfly pattern chosen by the head of the family must be to hope that you will break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly."

It seemed that seeing Huali Kusano had changed her clothes, the white-haired Patriarch also showed a smile.

He beckoned and signaled Kuano Huali to come over, "Hurry up, hurry up."

Kusano Huali didn't know what mood he was in, but just gave him a hard look.

Then he messed up his hair by this guy.

"Master Patriarch is really." The maid who left at the end couldn't help turning her head, and then saw this scene, and complained, "It took us a long time to fix Master Huali."

"Oh, that's really rude." The white-haired Patriarch blinked and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I will recomb her."

Seemingly shaken by this look, the maid froze for a moment, then blushed and ran away with her skirt lifted.

So the white-haired Patriarch didn't say anything else, just picked up the comb that was on the shelf, and signaled Kuano Huali to sit beside him.

Kusano Huali sat down with difficulty carrying her clothes.

"Such long hair." He held a tuft of wild pear hair and said regretfully, "I always want to persuade you to keep it and don't trim it anymore."

Then he sighed how beautiful this hair is, how cruel and terrible it is to cut it off, and even quoted a few crooked Japanese songs with all wrong allusions to prove this point.

"For the mission, it's always worth it." Kusano Huali still couldn't help but said, "Well, and, if possible, please don't put some today's tang fruit in my yard next time, help me I bought a few copies of this letter. My sister told me several times, and the maids also felt that it was not very good..."

"Hey, can't you?" The white-haired young man winked at her, "I think it's very interesting."

The movement of gently brushing his hair with his hands didn't stop.But after combing, he didn't stop, but pinched his hair and started braiding.

"My lord." Kusano Huali said with a stiff body, "It's almost done after combing..."

She didn't dare to move, only to hear the young man behind her happily holding her hair and saying, "I promised to braid your hair. It's not what a patriarch should do if he breaks his promise."

Kuano Huali: "Actually, it's not just this time that you broke your promise."

She watched the other party braid her braids, and then pulled her hair up like a flower rope. She concentrated on playing, and couldn't help reaching out and patting him behind her.

"Oh, it will be over soon." The young man immediately became honest, "Don't rush, don't rush..."

He kept moving his hands, and at the end he said complacently, "How about it, isn't it good? Bet on me—"

Kusano Huali suddenly woke up from the dream.

She looked around in a daze, still immersed in the peaceful mood just now, suddenly leaving such a brilliant and dizzying environment, there was always a sense of loss.

It was still late at night, and all that could be seen through the window was endless darkness.

Turning over, she got out of bed, put on her coat, lost her sleepiness, pulled her shoes and went out. She wanted to go to the bathroom next to her to wash her face, but found the light on in the living room through the corridor.

Anyway, she couldn't fall asleep anymore, so Kuano Huali simply put on her clothes and went outside, hoping to find other curse spirits—anyone—to chat for a while.

To her surprise, all the curse spirits except herself stayed here, and there was an unknown guy sitting in the center.

It was a black-haired young man with a gentle temperament and a circle of sutures on the top of his head. He was wearing a cassock, his hair was loose on his shoulders, and he was smiling.

Seeing her, the black-haired young man naturally raised his hand to greet her, "Hi, Huali, good evening?"

Kusano Huali subconsciously replied: "Well, ah, good evening..."

She was a little confused.Do you know this guy yourself?

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Zhenren stretched out his hand and pulled Caoye Huali to his side, "Why are you up?"

He pointed to the black-haired young man in the middle, "This is Xia Youjie, you can call him Xia You. I told him that you wanted a mobile phone—he said he would deliver it tomorrow."

Kusano Huali said hesitantly, "Okay, okay?"

She was happy for a moment, and then completely forgot what she was going to say.

It was Xia Youjie who was sitting in the center who started and asked, "What's the matter with Huali, coming out so late?"

He folded his hands in his sleeves and smiled, "If there is anything that needs help, we can help."

"Ah, yes." Kusano Huali said, "I had a dream. I dreamed..."

Oops, she forgot what she dreamed about.

"What did you dream about?" Xia Youjie was stunned for a moment and asked.

"I dreamed of one, um..." Kusano Huali frowned and thought about it, only recalling a vague shadow, "A man with white hair and blue eyes, about 20 years old, seems to be the head of the house."

More, she can't remember.

The other curse spirits present looked at each other, but Xia Youjie who was sitting in the center showed an unexpected smile.

"I know someone who meets these conditions..." He said slowly, "But, what do you want him for?"

The room was silent, only Xia Youjie's meaningful voice was left.

"His name is Wutiao Wu, with white hair and blue eyes, he is the head of the Wutiao family in the three imperial courts in the world of conjuration—and you came at the right time, because Louhu just said that he was going to kill him."