The priest is a loser

Qin Fengya opened his eyes slightly, stretched out his hand subconsciously, and blurted out: "Be careful!!"

It was too late, Liu Qiu'an had already fallen from the stumble, and the strong wind blew the sleeves of his clothes, rustling.

"Shadow Seven!" Qin Mian exclaimed.

As soon as the words fell, a black shadow flashed across the treetops and flew towards the bright red figure.

Mu Changxian, who had been fed several bowls of bitter medicine in his sleep, was sitting by the bed at this moment, feeling that his memory must be fragmented.

Otherwise, why would you be in the Wind and Rain Tower when you woke up?

Have an extra cat by your side?

When his consciousness was still in chaos, he thought absurdly that this orange kitten was Liu Qiu'an, so he tentatively called Qiu'an, and the response was a long and continuous meow.

He took a closer look at the white hair tied at the end of his own hair, and then looked suspiciously at the orange cat lying next to the pillow, and a few white broken hairs that fell beside it, one person and one cat stared at each other for a long time.

Until there was a sound outside the window——

"Young Master Qiu!?"

Mu Changxian shook his head, held his forehead to relieve his headache, and walked slowly towards the window.

As soon as he walked to the window, he heard another exclamation——

"Shadow Seven!"

Feeling uneasy, Mu Changxian raised his eyebrows, and for no reason, Liu Qiuan's hundreds of ways to get into trouble popped up in his mind. As expected, a familiar red figure fell in front of the window the next moment, and passed by in a flash.

Liu Qiu'an ouched, and fell into the flowers, Ying Qi became a living flesh pad for a while.Qin Mian rushed to step on the fine sunlight on the ground.

"Shadow Seven! Young Master Qiu!"

Eh - it doesn't hurt too much.

Liu Qiuan was on all fours, thinking this way in his heart, the floating petals landed in the flowing silver hair, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and a person poked his head out of the window on the second floor and broke into his eyes.

Liu Qiu'an stared blankly at Mu Changxian who looked flustered, and his heartbeat became much faster for no reason.

It was obvious that he had just fallen from the cornice, and his heartbeat was still the same as usual, how could he be confused when he saw him, it's really strange.

Qin Mian's voice came from next to his ear, and his voice gradually became blurred, and even the trajectory of the butterfly fluttering became very slow, until Mu Changxian put away his nervous and flustered expression, and slowly frowned.Liu Qiu'an gasped, and immediately came to his senses, raised his hand to cover his chest, and said heartbrokenly, "What are you doing dancing! You're so useless!"

Holding the window frame, Mu Changxian jumped down from the second floor and landed firmly on the ground.Liu Qiuan turned his head to look at the white boots who were walking up step by step, and when the man was about to half kneel down, he nimbly rolled to the bottom of the wall, and rushed over to hug him firmly.

"Curse me, scold me, scold me, hurry up!"

"..." Mu Changxian lowered his head and pressed it against his forehead, wondering: Didn't you have a fever?

Liu Qiu'an frowned displeasedly, and arched his head into his arms, "Speak up!"

Mu Changxian was also puzzled: "Huh?"

"!" With his ear pressed tightly against his chest, feeling his exuberant vitality, Liu Qiuan sniffed, picked up Mu Changxian's clothes and wiped it on his face.

Sobbing softly: "Woooo... I'm almost moldy... Do you know that I'm worried about you to death, I didn't expect that the poison you didn't clean up in time in Peach Town suddenly broke out... Wuwuwu Thought you were dead!"

Qin Mian is picking off fallen leaves and petals for Ying Qi.

Hearing this, he stopped and looked at Mu Changxian and Liu Qiuan, confused, "Eh? It wasn't from the mysterious masked man..."

"Oh, it hurts!" Liu Qiuan interrupted Qin Mian's words in time, winking at Qin Mian where Mu Changxian couldn't see.

Qin Mian tilted her head with question marks all over her face.

Mu Changxian asked anxiously, "Where?"

"Here, here, and here."

Liu Qiuan took his hand with both hands and stuck it on his right cheek. The palm of his hand was callused due to years of sword practice. Liu Qiuan rubbed against it through the veil, squinting his eyes comfortably: "You can feel it if you touch it." It doesn't hurt anymore."

Mu Changxian was in a trance for a moment.

Qin Mian looked at the two of them curiously until Mu Changxian said goodbye to him, leading Liu Qiuan's little tail away.

He just looked at Ying Qi, took his hand, and his eyes sparkled: "How about you, Ying Qi, do you feel uncomfortable?"

Ying Qi was silent, her eyes fell on the arm held by Qin Mian's hands, and she could feel the warmth of those hands through the material of the clothes.

The petals swayed gently on the ground, as if a slight breeze had just blown.

He suddenly withdrew his hand, took a step back, knelt down and bowed his head, and said, "Master Qin."

Qin Mian turned around suspiciously, and saw Qin Fengya appearing in front of him, blurted out in surprise, "Brother Fengya?"

Qin Fengya's downcast eyes fell on the shadow guard behind Qin Mian coldly, but he took a short look before closing his eyes.

With a warm smile on his face, like the spring breeze and rain, he said to Qin Mian, "Amian, who is that young man in red just now? This person seems to have a close relationship with Mu Shaoxia."