The priest is a loser

The further Liu Qiuan walked, the more he felt something was wrong, until the trees along the way gradually thinned out.

Things buried deep in his memory were suddenly pulled up, and he would never forget where this road leads.

Mu Changxian didn't intend to turn or stop at all, Liu Qiuan's heart began to flustered, a few phantoms with bloodstains appeared in front of his eyes, and he stopped abruptly.

Mu Changxian looked back at him suspiciously, and seeing his pale face, he couldn't help asking in astonishment, "What's wrong? Where is it uncomfortable?"

"It's nothing..." Liu Qiuan shook his head.

How could Mu Changxian believe it? He stepped forward and took him into his arms, sighing, "Don't be brave, just take a rest."

Liu Qiu'an was silent for a while, and rested her head on his shoulder.

Mu Changxian stroked his temples, held his cold cheeks distressedly, and touched his forehead with his head down.

Liu Qiu'an suddenly came back to his senses, and found that Mu Changxian was staring at him unblinkingly, his tender gaze was even more tender than March's peach blossoms and flowing water.

Their foreheads touched and their noses touched.

Mu Changxian said suddenly, "Are you afraid?"

Liu Qiuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he lowered his eyes guiltily: "What are you afraid of?"

"Duan's Villa is located on the hillside of Yanshan Mountain. It is rumored that Liu Zian's blood washed the house. After that, there are ghosts wandering around it every day and night. At night, people can even hear the sound of crying. When you come closer, you can't see it. I don't see anyone."

"The former convenience is the Duan's Villa in the rumors."

Liu Qiuan shrank his shoulders, Mu Changxian raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you really scared?"

Liu Qiu'an stared at the nothingness in front of him, and remained silent, as if lost in thought.

Mu Changxian smiled softly, "...idiot."

Liu Qiu'an jumped up and said, "Who are you calling an idiot! A stinking rascal..."

"Rogue?" Mu Changxian recalled these two words vividly, and looked at Liu Qiu'an meaningfully.

Liu Qiu'an rubbed his arms, subconsciously took a step back.

Mu Changxian pulled him back and said with a smile, "Okay, don't be afraid. It's just that there is a sea of ​​autumn cherry blossoms ahead. Before I take you to meet them, I want to pick a few."

"I'm not afraid..." Liu Qiu'an bit his lower lip, and said to Mu Changxian resentfully, "Why didn't you tell me first that you were going to pick flowers."

Mu Changxian smiled and said, "It's not too late to tell you now."

"Okay...you'll talk back too!"

"How dare the subordinate?"

Liu Qiuan glanced at him, Mu Changxian smiled slightly, put his arms around his shoulders and walked forward.

It didn't take long.

It suddenly became clear in front of them, they were standing on a hillside, when a gust of cold wind suddenly blew, Liu Qiuan shivered suddenly, and Mu Changxian hugged him even tighter.

Liu Qiu'an glanced around, and from here, he was able to see the whole view of Duan's Villa. There was indeed a sea of ​​flowers around the villa, and the autumn cherry blossoms depended on each other, gradually becoming charming to the eyes.

Since the incident five years ago, many people have come to Duan's Villa to mourn.

One of them is a young Taoist monk from Shaolin Temple. He has been staying in Duan's Villa for five years, chanting sutras for more than [-] dead souls.

Everyone only knows that he and Duan Han, the Patriarch of the Duan Clan, are close friends.

Someone persuaded him to go back. After so many years, the more than three hundred dead souls have all transcended reincarnation.

He shook his head and said nothing.

"Qiu An?"

Liu Qiuan woke up from the daze, Mu Changxian looked worried, and held his cold hand.

"Walking along this way, I saw you in a trance several times. What are you thinking..." Mu Changxian suddenly said sadly, "Could it be...you are thinking about that Mr. Rong."

"What..." Liu Qiuan opened his eyes wide, "You are right beside me, how can I think about others."

Mu Changxian got into the corner of the horn and said sullenly: "Then if I'm not by your side, will you miss others?"

Liu Qiuan frowned in disbelief, "Absolutely not! Stop thinking about it! Go pick flowers!"

He dragged the dejected Mu Changxian down the hillside, but after a few steps, he suddenly stopped.

The villa is covered with a layer of tulle, which makes people feel like they are in a fairyland.

In his eyes, there was a lifeless black aura, and he couldn't help but feel palpitations.

Doing his best to suppress the panic in his heart, Liu Qiu'an said in a trembling voice: "Do you have to pick the flowers here? I saw that the small flowers growing on the road we came from are also very beautiful!"

"Different."

Mu Changxian didn't seem to notice his strangeness.

He looked ahead, almost engrossed.

Liu Qiuan bit her lower lip tightly, struggling in her heart.

Unable to stop, the hands tightly hugging his body suddenly loosened, and the cold wind seemed to blow into the empty heart. Liu Qiuan hugged his arms at a loss, and turned to look at Mu Changxian blankly.

But Mu Changxian took off his outer clothes and gently draped them on his shoulders.

Liu Qiuan groaned softly, still looking at him blankly, but her flustered heart seemed to be comforted and calmed down.

Mu Changxian rubbed his face, and said in a gentle voice, "I'll go pick it up, you wait here for me."

Liu Qiuan blinked: "Oh...OK."

Sitting on the hillside, Liu Qiu'an watched Mu Changxian's receding back, secretly grabbed the coat that was draped over his shoulders, and sniffed at the tip of his nose.

A pleasant fragrance filled the nostrils with warm body temperature.

Liu Qiu'an immediately wrapped it up a little tighter, and buried her head in the outer dress.

Walking into the sea of ​​flowers, Mu Changxian looked back suddenly, and bumped into this scene. He bent his eyes and looked away reluctantly.

Satisfied, Liu Qiu'an raised his head, looking at the figure in the sea of ​​flowers, his face was blushing.

The autumn sun has already slanted halfway to the west, and occasionally red dragonflies fly past him.

Mu Changxian leaned over and folded an autumn cherry blossom, the small petals smelled faintly of autumn.

He looked up at the high wall, and seemed to hear the cold sound of wooden fish echoing over and over again in the quiet villa.

Mu Changxian walked towards him, holding the autumn cherry blossoms he picked just now in his left hand, and mysteriously behind his back with his right hand.

Yuxi and Liu Qiu'an hugged his knees, pouted at him and said, "I thought you were going to pick them till dusk."

Mu Changxian half-kneeled in front of him with a low smile, stretched out the autumn cherry blossom hidden behind him, and carefully pinned it to his ear.

Arranging his hair that was blown by the breeze, he smiled and whispered affectionately: "There is a Tibetan legend: no matter who you are, as long as you find the eight-petal Gesang flower, you will find happiness."

Liu Qiu'an stared at him for a moment, and the jade pendant around his waist was glowing softly.

He suddenly bent his eyes and murmured: "Even if there is no eight-petal Gesang flower, I have already found it..."

Mu Changxian pursed his lips tightly.

After waiting for a while, Liu Qiuan couldn't help but patted his face, "Why are you so dazed, who are you taking me to see..."

Before he finished speaking, Mu Changxian pressed him down suddenly, and kissed his lips deeply.

"Well!"

Liu Qiu'an almost choked on the half-sentence he forcibly swallowed.

Mu Changxian let him go, raised his hand to touch the corner of his lips, and said with a low smile, "I found it too."

Liu Qiu'an pursed her wet lips, and gave him a shameful look.

"Really!"