flapping wings

The rest of Qi Ping were stared at by the group of people in the tea shop. Finally, Xiang Qinger looked at him, got up as if someone was chasing them behind, and ran away in a hurry.

Until it got dark, Qi Ping didn't say a word to Mu Xiaoque again, he was holding back enough, but when he thought that he was trying to test Mu Xiaoque's mind, it would be a failure to give up at this time.

Finding a place with a wide view to stop and rest overnight, Qi Ping found some dry branches and came back to light a bonfire, and continued without saying a word.

Mu Xiaoque went to kill a few wild rabbits, peeled the skins, cleaned the internal organs, and directly roasted them on the fire.

For a while, the oil sizzled, Qi Ping swallowed sullenly, and finally gave alms to the opposite side.

Mu Xiaoque tore off two legs from the roasted hare and threw them to Qi Ping, then took the rest to the car.

Standing by the door, Xiang Qing'er tore off a leg from the hare and handed it to him: "I'll let them take a carriage out later, it's still too cold outside at night."

"It's nothing," Mu Xiaoque shook her head, "It's dangerous at night, I don't feel at ease leaving it to someone else to keep watch."

Qi Ping looked at Mu Xiaoque and the woman chatting enthusiastically from afar, and swallowed the meat in his mouth with hatred.

He threw away the bones, and lay down on the ground with his back against the fire and his arms folded in a desolate mood. Two big words flashed frantically in his heart: Divorce!

Xiang Qing'er looked at Qi Ping with pity in her eyes, then turned to Mu Xiaoque as if nothing had happened and asked, "Where did you pick up such a child?"

"On the way," Mu Xiaoque rubbed her fingers against the jug tied around her waist, and said, "At that time, he pitifully helped him, but in the end he picked up a burden. By the way, the two suzerains of the Demonic Dao haven't heard anything yet. movement."

"Shi Qing first sent the four guardians of the Death Demon Sect to garrison Yunhe City," Xiang Qing'er sighed, "The one-armed old man from the No Surname Sect is really mysterious to the point of unfathomable."

After chatting with Xiang Qing'er for a while, Mu Xiaoque glanced slightly at Qi Ping who was huddled in a ball in the cold wind, leaned against the side of the car and took a look inside, then pulled out an extra quilt, "Go to sleep , we still have to hurry tomorrow.”

After closing the doors of the carriage tightly, Mu Xiaoque carried the quilt to the fire and threw herself on the ground, walked gently to Qi Ping and bent over to pick him up and put him on the quilt.

However, before he could pull out his hand, Qi Ping who was "sleeping" suddenly opened his eyes, and wrapped his arms around his neck.

Caught off guard, the world suddenly turned upside down, and by the time he realized it, his whole body had been crushed under the quilt.

"What tricks are you playing again?" Mu Xiaoque showed a little anger between her brows, "Qi Ping, I warn you, my patience is limited."

Qi Ping pinched Mu Xiaoque's chin, looked straight into the other's eyes, and asked with an unusually serious expression: "Mu Xiaoque, I'm special to you, right?"

"no,"

"Fart," Qi Ping growled, grabbing Mu Xiaoque's collar and approaching, "You obviously care about me."

"No,"

Qi Ping said angrily: "Then why are you so angry this afternoon! What right do you have to be unhappy when you see me with someone else! That person offends you with anything other than his cheap talk, do you fucking want to beat him up?"

Seeing Mu Xiaoque's speechless expression, he raised his eyebrows complacently, pointed at Mu Xiaoque's heart, and taunted him word by word: "Don't you dare to admit it? You have to be coaxed when you are angry. Let me leave you alone." In the afternoon, he's going to beat up people, are you a fucking three-year-old kid?"

"Have you had enough trouble?" Mu Xiaoque breathed out, stretched out her hand to push Qi Ping off, got up and walked aside and rubbed her face, "I have a lot of things to do, and I don't have time to play these games with you. If you keep messing around, you will leave Bar."

"Let's go," Qi Ping grabbed a handful of fallen leaves from the ground and threw them on Mu Xiaoque: "Don't regret it!"

Mu Xiaoque stood where he was, his head was buzzing with anger, and he didn't recover until his eyes went dark, the bonfire on the ground had already gone out.

Looking around, Qi Ping had already left. He stepped on the ground and flew up to the treetops in the distance to look for it under the moonlight, but he didn't even see a shadow.

The hand holding on to the branch tightened slightly, and he weighed it in his heart for a moment, then retracted the half-stepped foot.

After all, that person is not even a helper, but just a troublesome, willful burden.

In the silence of the night, Mu Xiaoque took down the small jug full of wine at her waist and drank some wine, rubbed her fingertips on the jug, and said to herself, "It's still a pleasing burden."

Maybe it's because Qi Ping's image is too clear in his mind, he always has an illusion, as if the next second, that person will appear in front of him with a smile, play pity on him, pretend to be innocent, and beg his forgiveness.

Shaking the empty flagon, he frowned, looking at the gray moon in the sky, feeling a little disappointed, a little empty, and a little relieved.

He stretched his neck and looked at the boundless and empty wilderness again, and he was even more reluctant.

Rubbing the words on the pot with his fingers, he exhaled. As far as he is concerned, from now on, it is better to separate things and break things up here.

Just, safe travels.

At midnight, Mu Xiaoque suddenly straightened her back and looked down with all her attention.

Under the darkness of night, a vague silhouette appeared furtively in the distant wilderness.

Looking at the opponent's actions in the dark, it seemed that he was looking for something, and then he saw the figure pause, and then ran towards them unsteadily.

Mu Xiaoque frowned, did not make a sound, and secretly judged what kind of medicine this man was selling in the gourd.

I saw the unknown person walking around the fire for several times, then suddenly knelt on the ground and cried out loudly.

Then she cried and cursed: "Mu Xiaoque, you really don't want me anymore, you bastard, you're not human."

"Howling for what?" A stone hit Qi Ping's back suddenly, he quickly wiped away his tears, jumped up and ran towards the direction of the sound before he saw anyone.

Seeing that he was about to hit the tree, Mu Xiaoque quickly jumped down from the canopy to catch Qi Ping who was coming towards him like a cannonball.

"Why is the fire gone?" Qi Ping punched him, sniffed sadly, and complained: "I almost didn't find it. I thought you didn't want me anymore, so you left me and left."

"Where are you going at night?" Mu Xiaoque paused, then squeezed Qi Ping's neck: "I'm sorry, I was short of breath, and I was a little out of words."

"Hmph!" Qi Ping wiped away his tears and accepted the other party's apology calmly, without any reflection on his behavior of provoking trouble first.

He complained: "It's all your fault. When you saw that I was angry, you didn't come to coax me. Instead, you turned your anger on me and told me to get out."

"I didn't say fuck off," Qi Ping stared at him, and Mu Xiaoque immediately shut up, accepting the criticism humbly, "You deliberately turned off the engine at night, and you don't want me to come back, you are a heartless bastard, you are wasting my sincerity. You say , are you still driving me away?"

"I'm not rushing."

"Hmph," Qi Ping wiped away tears, "You're smart."

Early the next morning, when Qi Ping woke up, he was a little dazed looking at the slightly bright sky, and saw himself huddled in Mu Xiaoque's arms, and he was not thrown out.

He looked elsewhere, and Xiang Qing'er was sitting by the campfire cooking food with the blazing flames.

Qi Ping was stunned for a while before he realized that it was early in the morning, and he fell asleep after discussing taking turns to watch the night last night. Unexpectedly, Mu Xiaoque didn't call him.

"Don't move around like a bug," Qi Ping heard the voice, and leaned over guiltily to rub Mu Xiaoque's face.

Mu Xiaoque opened her eyes with a clear expression, kicked Qi Ping off the quilt and rolled into the grass, "I started playing hooligans early in the morning."

"Why didn't you call me?" Without patting the ashes off Qi Ping's body, he ran to Mu Xiaoque again, wrapped his hands around his ears, leaned over and whispered: "Compared with others, you really care about me more .”

"Thinking too much," Mu Xiaoque pushed Qi Ping away and got up, "It's just that I'm worried about entrusting the lives of so many people to you."

When everyone was eating breakfast, they all looked at Qi Ping with playful eyes. A female disciple of Hemiao Sect laughed and said, "That voice last night scared me so much that I couldn't fall asleep again."

Qi Ping smiled awkwardly, especially avoiding Xiang Qing'er's scrutiny. Yesterday's rhetoric still echoed in his ears, and he already wished he could find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

When he was about to set off again, Qi Ping saw Xiang Qing'er standing next to his horse, and walked around.

While Mu Xiaoque wasn't paying attention, he got on the horse and sat behind with his arms around her.

Not giving Mu Xiaoque a chance to struggle at all, Qi Ping put his face directly against it, rubbed up and down twice like a baby, and threatened at the same time: "Hey, don't move, if you dare to move, I will forcefully kiss you in public, the one who sticks out his tongue Kind of, so that you will never be able to be a human being."

"Shameless," Mu Xiaoque frowned and moved forward, "I think you owe a beating."

"Are you sick, bastard?" Xiang Qing'er looked at Qi Ping angrily, especially when she saw that Qi Ping was so close to the person she liked, she was even more jealous.

"What's the matter with me, a big man, driving you all over the street?" Qi Ping glanced at her sideways: "If you like to be accompanied, then ask those two little boys to come out to accompany you."

After finishing speaking, he leaned forward to move Mu Xiaoque's legs, and with a "dang", he covered his forehead and glared at Mu Xiaoque, explaining: "Put your legs on one side, and it will be more comfortable to lean against me."

"No need," Mu Xiaoque said coldly, "Touch me again, and I'll throw you down."

"Little brother, why are you pretending to be a big man?" Xiang Qing'er smiled charmingly at Qi Ping: "You didn't treat others like this yesterday."

"Queer," Qi Ping quickly explained, "I didn't do anything."

"None of my business!" Mu Xiaoque turned her head, too lazy to listen to their quarrel, and consciously admired the scenery.

Qi Ping secretly rolled his eyes, stretched out his hand and gently embraced Mu Xiaoque in his arms, "Okay, okay, it's none of your business, you can sleep with me for a while."

Xiang Qing'er accused: "Little brother, eating other people's tofu and refusing to accept it is not what a gentleman does."

Hearing what she said, Qi Ping became more and more unbearable, turned his head and stared at her: "Sister, don't forget, what I told you yesterday was that I like to drink soy milk."

"I remember that I replied that my sister invited you to drink." Xiang Qing'er covered her lips and smiled, her gaze swept down to Qi Ping: "You were at that time, giggling."

"What's wrong with me being useless?" Qi Ping was deeply afraid that Mu Xiaoque would misunderstand, so he blurted out without thinking.

Immediately afterwards, regardless of the pile of pricked ears around him, he hummed majestically: "Don't look, I won't be able to be hard on you again."

A few bursts of laughter came from the carriage, Qi Ping didn't even blush, but whispered to Mu Xiaoque: "Que'er, you will know best if I can do it or not, as long as you know I can do it."

"Hooligan," Mu Xiaoque moved forward, and Qi Ping snatched her backhand back. The two of them stuck together tightly and bumped on the horse for a moment, and Qi Ping quickly pushed him away.

After a while, he exhaled, "Que'er, you know me now, don't worry, I'll treat you to soy milk later."

Mu Xiaoque raised his eyes slightly, turned his head slightly to meet Qi Ping's gaze, and the hands around his waist suddenly tightened a bit, he sighed and turned around: "You are really shameless."

"Que'er, sleep for a while, I'll call you when we arrive at Yunhe City," Mu Xiaoque leaned back on Qi Ping's shoulder, perhaps because he was too tired, but after a while his whole body softened, and he nestled in Qi Ping's arms and fell asleep obediently go.

After walking for almost one morning, a group of people finally arrived at the destination of the trip - Yunhe City.

Now people from all sides have arrived one after another, and there is a long queue at the door.

Mu Xiaoque was awakened by the noise around him, he took a moment to relax, and then stretched slightly, like a big cat just waking up.

Sitting on the horse, Qi Ping glanced around at the surrounding situation, and when he was about to look away, he suddenly stopped.

In the bullock cart in front of him was lying a teenager with the upper half of his face covered with bandages.

The author says:

Friends reported that they didn’t understand Mu Xiaoque’s mental journey, so they re-added some content, which was not much different from the original intention. I originally thought that readers would find out by themselves, but later I felt that it should be clearer. After all, the reader’s information is different from my own.

As for why Mu Xiaoque didn't go after Qi Ping, in the previous chapters of the phantom, Mu Xiaoque's character was supplemented. He doesn't care about life and death, and he doesn't even have the basic desire to survive. Not chasing, he is just protecting himself, because in his world, reason is a necessity, love is not, he needs to be calm enough to survive, it feels like I am spoiling.

PS It is impossible for Qi Ping to leave. Although he is shameless, he has his own cleverness. He can see the reason behind Mu Xiaoque's behavior, but he doesn't understand why the other party is depressed, so he is also very sharp at this time.