The priest is a loser

Liu Qiu'an rushed into the house with one foot in front, and Chang'an followed with one foot in the back, nestling on the threshold with his hands in his hands.

Liu Qiu'an squatted behind the door, trying to drive away Chang'an who was nestled on the threshold, "Chang'an! Don't lie down here!"

Chang An lazily yawned, but refused to let him close the door.

Liu Qiuan didn't stop doing anything, hugged it into his arms, and before he could get up, the familiar white boots appeared in front of him.

Liu Qiu'an raised her head in embarrassment, but saw Mu Changxian squatting down too.

Liu Qiuan choked for a moment, staring blankly at the person in front of him.

Mu Changxian stared at him, but also remained silent for a long time, the overflowing words just now had already turned into a pool of autumn water that disappeared without a trace.

Liu Qiu'an hugged Chang'an and blinked.

Mu Changxian lowered his eyes and looked at him again and again for a moment, and the corners of his lips were tightly pursed, and finally he relaxed a little: "You are not in Yihong Building, nor have you returned to Fengyu Building...I am very worried."

Liu Qiuan lifted the veil in front of him, sighed and said, "I just wrote a letter, and I need a courier to send it to you. How could you know that you..."

Mu Changxian said sadly: "I shouldn't have appeared..."

"Ah?" Liu Qiu'an raised his eyebrows in surprise, and quickly shook his head and waved his hands in response: "No! No!"

Mu Changxian looked at him, his starry eyes seemed to be extinguished.

He was silent for a while, then suddenly turned and left.

Liu Qiuan whispered helplessly, "Eh?!"

"Mu..."

He looked at Mu Changxian's leaving back, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, his lips parted but he couldn't say anything.

At this time, Rong Wenxu went upstairs slowly.

Mu Changxian passed him by, he looked sideways, and then turned his gaze back to Liu Qiuan who seemed to be looking beyond the autumn water in front of the door.

Rong Wenxu hooked the corner of his mouth: "Are you having trouble?"

Seeing him, Liu Qiu'an was so angry that he became even more depressed.

Sick like a broken eggplant.

"Don't look like this, I have something to tell you."

Liu Qiu'an pursed her lips: "Oh..."

Rong Wenxu said: "Don't block the way."

Liu Qiuan responded with his mouth, but his body didn't move: "Oh..."

With his back against the door panel, his body slowly slid down. Rong Wenxu supported him with one hand, closed the door with the other hand, and threw him on the bed.

Liu Qiu'an hugged Chang'an and spread out into a pool, staring at the top of the bed in a daze.

Rong Wenxu folded his arms condescendingly and said, "I know you are determined to do so, but I can't watch you die in vain. Tonight, the Patriarch of the Shen family held a big banquet at home and invited the most famous band in the area."

Liu Qiuan replied absently, "Oh..."

Rong Wenxu wrinkled his nose, and suddenly grabbed the quilt on the bed and buried it on Liu Qiu'an.

"Who do you think I am running for?! Focus on me!"

Liu Qiu'an struggled in the quilt, anxiously said: "Chang'an! Chang'an! Be careful not to hurt it!"

Rong Wenxu paused when he heard the words.

Liu Qiu'an thought he was out of danger, but Rong Wenxu reached out to pull Chang'an out of his arms, and then buried him in the quilt. In order to make it easier for him to speak, Rong Wenxu deliberately left his head outside.

Chang An jumped on the pillow, looked at the two in front of him, and meowed blankly.

Liu Qiu'an couldn't move, he blinked and blinked, trying to soften Rong Wenxu's heart.

Rong Wenxu snorted coldly, "You are already in your twenties, and you still pretend to be pitiful?"

Liu Qiu'an couldn't believe it: "Huh? What qualifications do you, a 30-year-old man, have to talk about! It's just like that old guy Dongfang Yun..."

Rong Wenxu approached and said, "What did you say?!"

Liu Qiuan groaned a few times and shrank his neck: "No... I didn't say anything..."

Rong Wenxu glanced at him, folded his arms at the head of the bed and said, "Then listen to me, we'll join the orchestra tonight, as for their costumes, I have a way to get them."

"Wait!" Liu Qiu'an struggled to sit up, pouted while looking at him, "Don't always make decisions on your own! I still have three helpers."

"Who is it that always decides on its own?"

Rong Wenxu said dejectedly: "Back then... if you had been more careful, you would not have fallen into the trap set by Shen Lian, nor would you have become a test subject of Gu poison."

Liu Qiu'an said in a daze, "I..."

Rong Wenxu took a deep breath of air, and then slowly spit out from his mouth: "You are just like your big brother Liu Zhufeng... always worrying about implicating others, and resisting everything on yourself... I don't even know that I have How afraid of losing him..."

Liu Qiuan lowered his eyes and remained silent.

The warm smile of the eldest brother in the sun slowly appeared in his mind.

Can't help but fall into deep memories.

The picture suddenly changed and came to the dark cave. The eldest brother was hanging his hands by iron chains. Half of his bare skin was covered with scorched totems and the other half showed a bright red luster. In that dark cave, it was extremely dazzling.

The once warm smile disappeared forever in this world.

"Say."

Liu Qiuan suddenly came back to his senses, and looked up at Rong Wenxu: "Say... say... what?"

"Your helper."

"One is Shen Yuan's confidant named Shen Zhou, and the other two are disciples of the Qingfeng Sect, that is, Mu Changxian's juniors."

Rong Wenxu held his chin and said thoughtfully: "Shen Zhou... His sword skills are also among the best in martial arts, so he can be regarded as a helper."

While Rong Wenxu was deep in thought, Liu Qiuan secretly stuck out his tongue at him.

Rong Wenxu didn't notice it, and frowned slightly: "But what happened to those two Qingfeng sect disciples? Are you really kidding?"

"...That's not it!" Liu Qiu'an muttered, "They are the ones who want to follow. They are Mu Changxian's juniors. I can't leave them behind, can I?"

"That's right, going here is extremely dangerous. The Shen family is full of dangers. How do you know if they will follow in your footsteps? How will you explain to Mu Changxian then?"

"I...! No way! My internal strength has also recovered now! How can I hurt them! Besides, isn't Shen Shizhi still in the Wind and Rain Tower? As long as he is not there, no one can control the mother Gu. Who can take me how?"

"..." Rong Wenxu stared at him for a while, then sighed: "You yourself said that you are only recovering now, what should you do if your inner strength disappears again?"

Liu Qiu'an choked for a moment, bit his lower lip and racked his brains, then said weakly: "Isn't there still Shen Zhou..."

Rong Wenxu shook his head, "What are you thinking about with this beautiful head all day?"

Liu Qiu'an snorted softly, and lowered his head to stare at the tip of his shoe.

Rong Wenxu raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and flicked his fingers to his forehead.

Liu Qiu'an groaned, and said aggrievedly, "What are you doing!"

Rong Wenxu said, "Aren't you going to find him?"

"what?"

"Even if Shen Shizhi is still in Fengfenglou, but this is his territory, can you be so relieved to let Mu Changxian walk on the street alone?"

Rong Wenxu pondered for a while, "Besides, he seemed to be in a low mood when he left. If he doesn't pay attention..."

Before he finished speaking, Liu Qiu'an had already disappeared.

Rong Wenxu shook his head and chuckled helplessly.

Inexplicably, my heart began to feel sour.

Liu Zhufeng...