The priest is a loser

"He—" Mu Changxian moved his lips, but closed them again, pulling Liu Qiuan's wrist, and slipped through the crowd.

Before Liu Qiu'an could react from the shock, he saw that Mu Changxian had already reached out to brush away the messy hair on 'Uncle''s face.

Everyone watched his movements and held their breath in unison.

Mu Changxian stared at the face of 'Uncle'. It was a dirty face, comparable to a beggar on the street. He withdrew his hand, his Adam's apple rolled, and said with difficulty: "It's unbelievable, but he is indeed mine. Brother."

After Mu Changxian finished speaking, he turned over Si Kou Shi's wrist to rest on his pulse, and suddenly frowned: "Why..."

Qin Fengya, who had been silent all this time, opened his eyes slightly at this time, and re-examined the man lying on the ground with surprised eyes: "'Brought Blade Reverse Scale' Si Kou Shi?! Why, how..." He After muttering a few times, he finally didn't say the second half of the sentence, and silently closed his mouth.

Qin Sheng kept silent and took a panoramic view of his expression - it seems that he didn't know what Qin Feibo did behind his back...

Qin Sheng took a step forward: "Hurry up, come and take the hero Si Kou to rest."

Two servants and two maidservants came out from behind him, surrounded Si Kou Shi, and bent down together.

A sharp-eyed knight shouted, "Hero Si Kou is awake!"

"Cough, cough, cough..." Si Kou Shi really woke up slowly, but saw one of his arms slowly raised, and a maid hurriedly stretched out her hands to help him.

Unexpectedly, when Si Kou Shi pulled her hard, the maid accidentally fell on top of him.

"..." Mu Changxian wanted to step forward to help, but when he saw the corner of his brother's mouth raised quietly, he retreated silently and rubbed the corner of his forehead.Turning around and nodding to Qin Sheng: "I'm sorry."

Qin Sheng nodded slightly, with a smile in his slender eyes.

Then he swept his eyes across the crowd and said: "It's not a solution, everyone." As if the smile in his eyes had never been there before, he lamented: "Father did such a thing... , if it is true, brother Fengya and I will never cover it up!"

He paused, then turned to look at Qin Fengya: "Brother Fengya, what do you think?"

"..." Qin Fengya lifted his spirits and looked up at him, took a deep breath with the corners of his lips tightly pursed, and lowered his head, "En."

Liu Qiu'an was waiting to see a good show, but Mu Changxian squeezed his palm suddenly, and he said 'huh' and stared at him dissatisfied.

"What the host said is that after this day, everyone is exhausted physically and mentally, but Patriarch Qin's matter is related to the entire martial arts world after all. The dungeon needs to send people to strengthen guards. There are traces to be found, but it can be days without sleep, but... it's better to be on the safe side."

He said it politely, but in the end he still didn't trust the people of the Qin family. Everyone knew it well and turned their attention to Qin Sheng.

Qin Sheng smiled slightly: "Your Excellency is right. Since everyone wants to do so, then each of you will form a team and take turns guarding the dungeon every other hour."

He waved his hand, and in the next moment, several servants came out with lottery tubes. Different hours were engraved on the wooden sticks, and each hour had ten wooden sticks.

Qin Sheng: "Everyone, please."

Si Kou Shixian was carried into a wing room on the second floor, next door was the room of Mu Changxian and Liu Qiuan, the servants all retreated, tacitly went to prepare bathing utensils and warm water for him.

At last a servant closed the door for him outside the room. He opened one eye, glanced inside, then closed his eyes again, took off the pillow with one hand and threw it into the bed, but put his arms on his head. Then acted as a pillow.

After a while, footsteps came from the door.

"Eh...it's Yin time, the rooster hasn't even crowed yet!"

"Didn't you ask me to draw this wooden stick?"

"That's not it... I, I asked you to smoke the one next to you! You didn't hear me clearly..."

"Oh... that's it? It's my fault."

"Hmph, of course!"

The sound of the door opening and closing next door.

Si Kou Shi wondered in his heart, the junior brother has finally "blossomed the iron tree"?

He blew through the hair blocking his eyes with his mouth, and the pupils of his eyes rolled round and round.

Although the other party is a man, it can be regarded as "blossoming!"

He nodded in relief, and a carp jumped from the bed to the floor, quickly came to the other side and put its ear on the wall.

but listen to—

hear--

Nothing was heard.

He curled his lips in disappointment.

Liu Qiu'an 'rolled' outside all afternoon, while Hua's face was still covered with cake foam, Mu Changxian put him on the round stool, and whispered something softly in his ear.

Liu Qiuan blinked and watched him leave eagerly.

Not long after, Mu Changxian came back and brought a small wooden basin filled with warm water. Liu Qiuan got up and ran to help him close the door, then returned to the round stool, obediently put his hands on his knees, and raised his head.

Mu Changxian put the wooden basin on the table, wrung out the small cloth towel, looked at Liu Qiuan's tightly closed eyes, couldn't help pinching his cheek with a smile, Liu Qiuan twisted his shoulders, and pouted.

Mu Changxian stared at him with deep eyes, supported his chin, and leaned over to press his plum-colored lips.

It was just a short kiss, and when parting, he gently bit her provocatively.

Liu Qiuan's eyes widened in shock.

The next moment, he was rubbed with a warm cloth towel, and he couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north, and west.

Mu Changxian washed the towel again, held his cheek in one hand, and wiped his skin delicately.

Smooth forehead, closed corners of eyes, still pouting mouth.

Mu Changxian hurriedly looked away, he knew that if he kissed this time, it would be out of control.

While Mu Changxian was fighting in his heart, his servants brought dinner in time.

Sitting on Mu Changxian's lap, Liu Qiu'an looked at the vegetables and porridge on the table with a very resistant expression.

Finally, under Mu Changxian's coercion and lure, like a wilted eggplant, he reluctantly opened his mouth to swallow the white porridge in the porcelain spoon handed to his mouth.

Then, he bit the spoon and held on.