[Wearing the Book] Sick Beauty Master Respects He Refuses to Be Cannon Fodder

Hua Shaoyun:? ? ?

The voice was indeed Lu Yao's, and he walked around Yu Yin a few times in surprise.

"why?"

He tapped the three leaves on top of the incense.

"Hahaha... Xiaocaocao."

Lu Yao jumped up from Yu Yin's hand, and two fleshy leaves slapped him on the face: "You are laughing..."

Hua Shaoyun didn't feel any pain, and took advantage of the situation to catch him.

"No, it's very cute."

"Look, it's really amazing that such a cute and fat little grass can turn into a big beauty."

Lu Yao: "..."

For a moment, it was hard to tell whether Hua Shaoyun was boasting or hurting.

Hua Shaoyun wanted to poke again, but Yu Yin had already stretched out his hand and grabbed Xiaocao back.

Lu Yao shook his body, but did not speak.

Yu Yin knew that he was angry with himself and felt ashamed.

Squatting down, he thoughtfully took out the prepared small clay pot, Lu Yao jumped in by himself, and Yu Yin helped him cover the soil next to it.

Then start pouring the spirit liquid.

"Master, you must grow up quickly~"

Lu Yao: "..."

"So I can hold you again."

Humph.

Lu Yao turned around, looked at the scenery in another direction, left a cool back, and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

Yu Yin speaks very frivolously now!

Tired and crooked.

After drinking all the porridge with Hua Shaoyun, they slowly began to pack their things. Yu Yin held the jar in front of him and stood on his sword.

Hua Shaoyun was very excited: "Let's go! Go to God... No, go to Tianshan!"

"..."

Is there any need to pretend?

Kunlun.

"Master, what happened to you?"

Leng Huanqing has been sitting in the house for seven days and seven nights.

He felt very uncomfortable, but he didn't know why, and he couldn't cheer up everything.

Leng Huanqing felt that he seemed to be looking for something.

Lian An knelt beside him, finally plucked up the courage, and held Leng Huanqing's hand: "Master, it's rare for you to lose your mind like this. What happened, I'm very worried about you."

Leng Huanqing looked down, looking at Lian An's hand coldly.

"Master..."

Leng Huanqing shook his head and pulled out his hand: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Then he felt that his attitude was too indifferent, so he tried his best to mobilize the muscles on his face to make his expression look gentler.

Pulling the little apprentice up, he stroked the top of his hair: "Cultivate hard, you have made a lot of progress recently, Master is very proud."

Lian An nodded heavily: "I will continue to work hard!"

"It's just that I also want to share your worries. If Master has any troubles, you can find someone to talk about them. How can it be done if you pile them up in your heart?"

Leng Huanqing nodded: "Master knows."

Seeing how gentle he was, Lian An's heart moved slightly.Those eyes are like a deep pool, with slight ripples that make people sink into it unconsciously, willing to be submerged.

When he came back to his senses, Leng Huanqing was no longer in the palace.

Lian Yu was extremely disappointed.

But thinking that he finally went out for a walk, it was a good thing.

Leng Huanqing himself didn't know where his destination was.

Walking on the path, young disciples ran over to say hello to him.

Looking at such a bright smile, his heart felt more and more empty.

Walking aimlessly, he finally came to the gate of Baihua Palace.

The place has changed a lot. It used to be a quiet and elegant environment, but now it has grown a lot of vegetables.

The soil next to it is full of fragrance.

He knelt down and touched it, Senior Brother Seven...it seems to be a touch of incense.

Leng Huanqing had a smile on his face that he hadn't noticed.

The whole yard was empty, he pushed the swing beside him, and the sound broke the silence of Baihua Hall.

Jean walked to the stone table again, and touched it unconsciously with his fingers.

familiar, very familiar.

I always feel that I have also sat here and eaten delicious meals.

Leng Huanqing suddenly cried.

I finally realized what was missing around me.

It's Lu Yao.

There is no Lu Yao here.

The person who chased him all day and tried to find him was gone.

"Brother..."

"What's wrong with me."

Leng Huanqing covered his heart, but didn't know what to do.

"Huanqing, what are you doing here?"

Wei Zeming was holding a basket in one hand and a small hoe in the other. He was here to help Lu Yao collect vegetables.

Seeing Leng Huanqing's distraught appearance, he walked over worriedly and wiped his face clean.

"Why are you crying, have you been wronged? Tell the brother."

Leng Huanqing didn't know where to start: "I just feel that a lot of things are missing."

Wei Zeming smiled: "Missing Lu Yao?"

He was guessed, and raised his head in a panic.

Wei Zeming sighed, "I thought your face would only be expressionless."

"You child, you only follow Lu Yao's ass since you were young. When Xiao Qi expressed his heart to you, I thought you would be very happy."

"I didn't expect you to be so angry."

"The vicious words have been said to Lu Yao in the past three years, right?"

"In those years, I also got angry every day. I scolded you and Lu Yao. I really wanted to grab the two of you and give them a good beating. Then I asked you to say sorry face to face, and finally hug me again."

"All unhappiness makes it pass away."

Wei Zeming shook his head, laughing at his own innocence.

In Leng Huanqing's mind, it was indeed his cynicism, and Lu Yao would only force a smile every time.

No matter how ugly he said, he still smiled.

I remember one time, in front of many disciples in the sect, he scolded Lu Yao for being shameless and skinless, and he only wanted to climb men's beds all day long.

Lu Yao's face was full of embarrassment, he just stood in the center of the crowd, but he didn't let himself show timidity, and straightened his waist from the beginning to the end.

His hands were tightly clutching his sleeves, and his eyes were slightly red.

That's it, still talking about liking it.

At that time, he felt that Lu Yao was really shameless, how could there be such a person in the world, and why he couldn't understand people's words.

Why do you have to provoke yourself again and again.

Leng Huanqing only knew that he hated Lu Yao's liking.

Detested.

But after scolding him, I didn't feel refreshed.

Instead, he fell heavily, but if he didn't scold him, he would feel even more uncomfortable.

Leng Huanqing opened his mouth, but found that his voice was extremely hoarse: "I..."

Wei Zeming also persuaded: "A few days ago, I went to Chonghua Palace to look for senior brother. When I was looking for something, I accidentally saw the jade pendant you gave to Xiaoqi."

"He never left that thing before, but now he gave it to the senior brother..."

Leng Huanqing interrupted him: "Jade pendant? When did I give it away?!"

Wei Zeming hasn't realized the seriousness of the problem yet: "It was the piece you brought back from Guixu back then..."

"Wait, why don't you remember the gift you gave yourself!"

Leng Huanqing shook his head, unimaginable, and stood up tremblingly: "Impossible, how could I give him a gift."

Wei Zeming grabbed him tightly: "Huanqing! What's wrong with you."

He thought for a moment, grabbed Leng Huanqing's hand, and brought him back to Nanshu Hall.

Afterwards, Leng Huanqing sat in the middle of the room.

Pei Yiming, Wei Zeming, and Zuo Qiushuang stood in front of him, surrounded the people, and kept staring at the expression on his face, paying attention to every detail.

Holding the thread on the jade pendant in his hand, Pei Yiming spread his hand, and the piece of jade appeared before Leng Huanqing's eyes.

"You, after you finished your mission, you took a detour to return to the market yourself, and you searched for it for ten days and nights before you brought it back."

Leng Huanqing carefully looked up and down, not missing any small details.

Yes...somewhat familiar, but...

"This jade is not from me."

In the past, Lu Yao often carried this jade around his neck, bragging about it when he met everyone, saying that it was a token of love that he gave him.

Leng Huanqing always looked at him like a clown.

I have no impression of this jade at all.

Several people looked at each other.

Wei Zeming touched his chin: "There is a problem, there is definitely a problem."

Zuoqiu nodded: "It's a big problem."

Several people asked him about his childhood deeds in turn, and Leng Huanqing could almost tell what they knew, which was almost the same as what they knew.

But when it comes to Lu Yao, the four of them disagree.

Wei Zeming patted the table: "No, that's not right, Xiao Qi stole alcohol back then, he was obviously a thirteen or fourteen-year-old brat, my senior brother and I disagreed, and we punished him every time."

"You are even more hateful! You are only seven or eight years old, and you know to go out and buy him wine without telling us!"

"What's even more exasperating is that they secretly drank with Lu Yao on their backs, and the two of them were very drunk."

"In the end, the big brother took off his pants and spanked."

Pei Yiming nodded, there is such a thing.

Lu Yao was not much older than Leng Huanqing, and took this little junior to play around all day long.

The relationship between the two is very good.

Later, Leng Huanqing grew up, his temper restrained a lot, and he became cold.

But to Lu Yao, he has always been intimate.

Until Lu Yao couldn't think about it and wanted to break this balance, he confessed with a single muscle.

The relationship between the two was in dire straits.

But Leng Huanqing had a dazed expression on his face, what are you talking about, how could that be my expression.

Only then did several people look serious.

At the beginning, I thought the two of them were strange, but in the end, no substantial evidence was found.

Because whether it is Leng Huanqing or Lu Yao, they are all normal in front of them, there is nothing unusual.

At the beginning, the few of them, in order to persuade these two uneasy juniors, also lost a lot of words.

But Leng Huanqing was extremely repulsive to Lu Yao.

And Lu Yao's humble and self-respecting face can't be changed no matter what.

In the end, the situation that Lu Yao just woke up came into being.

The several senior brothers all hated iron but could not make steel towards him.

Pei Yiming said: "Investigate first, this matter has been hidden from us for so long."

Speaking of which, what good would it be to make Leng Huanqing hate Lu Yao?

The purpose of doing this is to get what?

All of this is unclear, if it is aimed at Kunlun.

There are only two palace masters who are against each other, and it is useless.

"Observe Xiaoba first, let Miaomiao come back before the Fairy League meeting, this matter must be made clear to them in person, maybe new clues will be found."

The Immortal League will be held once every ten years, and it will be held soon, and it is almost time for Lu Yao to come back at this time.

In the hearts of several people, Lu Yao had returned to normal, while Leng Huanqing had become abnormal.

Leng Huanqing's eyes were dim, how could he be what they said.

But the moment Pei Yiming asked Lu Yao to come back, he felt a little expectation in his heart for no reason.

Lu Yao's head moved bit by bit, he has now left the clay pot, full of spiritual power, lying on Yu Yin's collar to sleep, waiting to transform back into a human form.

Then he was shaken awake: "Master, it's the voice transmission of the uncle."

Lu Yao instructed in a daze, "You just play it to me."

Yu Yin nodded, took him out first, and kissed the top leaf.

"Okay, let it go now."

Lu Yao stretched himself, he had traveled for two days, and the first thing he would encounter when he woke up was to be kissed by Yu Yin.

I'm almost used to it.