Wen's sect's scumbag junior brother is back

"Boom——" thunder broke out, and the soles of the feet that hadn't experienced much hardship stepped on the cold rain.The brocade-like black hair and thin clothes were quickly soaked.

The heavy rain blurred his vision, and he ran into a dark figure after only ten steps.

The rich sandalwood fragrance enveloped him, and this familiar smell made him extremely at ease.The opponent was tall, and the shadow covered him.

Wen Zhaoxi seemed to realize something, and took a slight step back.He was holding an umbrella, and the umbrella was tilted because of his retreat. The rain fell on the umbrella surface, and the young man was protected tightly, and there were fewer water droplets on his face.The heavy rain fell on Wen Zhaoxi's body, but he didn't notice.His consciousness was all given to the youth, and he didn't give any rainwater.

Xu Chaoqi looked down at his senior brother's footsteps, suddenly he raised his head and buried it directly in his senior brother's arms.

It's been a long time since I got into this embrace. The cold rain met the dry clothes, and the cold was driven away by warmth.The brother's embrace was solid, Xu Chaoqi's heart, which had been wandering in the outside world, seemed to have finally found a home, and he calmed down, gradually feeling at ease.

The moment the young man threw himself into his arms, Wen Zhaoxi moved the umbrella back.Even though the two of them were close together, Wen Zhaoxi still turned the umbrella towards the young man to cover the young man's drenched back, while he still had some places outside the umbrella.

The young man hugged him, and the smell on the other person was also something he hadn't smelled for a long time.The thin ball was trying to drill in, and he felt the deep greed of the person in his arms.

Wen Zhaoxi's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his eyelids drooped.

He has lived long live, so why don't he understand?

The youthful friendship made the two childhood sweethearts, and there was never any estrangement between them.The young man is still the same young man back then, ignorant of worldly affairs, his senior brother is his most important person, he treats him like his own elder brother, and his emotions are full of family affection.

But the senior brother has lived alone in this world for thousands of years, and he is used to right and wrong.

When he leaned on him for the first time after returning from youth, as a child with a clear mind, how could the patriarch of the 27th realm not understand that the friendship between the two had already crossed the line?

The younger brother didn't know it, he got closer every time, as if sticking with the older brother would make him extremely happy.

The other party's uncontrollable kiss made him feel unsteady, he understood that his heart was disturbed, and he didn't know when he had a trace of unspeakable desire mixed with his true feelings for his young pet and master brother.

The person in the arms has already become an adult, and he can find a Taoist companion who will accompany him for a lifetime.

He is not a good person, he has done countless things ten thousand years ago, and whatever he thinks, in the end it all becomes his pocket.

It's not that the junior brother can't get it, as long as he coaxes softly in his ear, the other party will get dizzy and put on a wedding dress, and form a Taoist couple with him, and rub their ears together.

But it was precisely because of the wholehearted trust of the other party that he couldn't afford to be a bit dirty.He will use scheming methods to everyone in the world, but Xiao Yao, he will not let this pearl be covered with dust.

He is a brother, a brother.He will not easily surpass the family affection that is tied to this ethics alone.

What's more...he is no longer a young man, Xiao Yao should have a wider sky.

That night, he thought about it for a long time, and finally decided to let Xiao Yao know about it.He wanted to return the wings to the other party, but when the other party really wanted to take it over, he got gas in his chest again.

After a few days, he was rarely relieved.

The rain "cracked", the young man nestled in his arms, and Wen Zhaoxi pursed his lips.

Xu Chaoqi realized that his whole body was soaked, and he was worried that he would also wet his senior brother, so he quickly let go of his arms.

At this moment, Wen Zhaoxi took off his outer robe, the loose clothes wrapped the young man tightly, and he was wearing a thin black undershirt.

Xu Chaoqi raised his head, and his senior also looked down at him.

His Adam's apple rolled, and he suddenly felt wronged: "Senior brother, my hair hasn't been combed properly for several days, it's getting messy..."

The little eagle, which was about to fly, retracted its wings and returned to the big eagle's nest.

Wen Zhaoxi saw something, and there was a stream of light hidden in his eyes.He staggered his gaze from Xu Chaoqi, reached out and gently brushed the young man's wet hair out of sight, making the other party's eyes bright.

"Brother will help you comb later..."

"Senior brother, I want to eat steamed small dragon fish." Seeing that the relationship with his senior brother has eased, Xu Chaoqi mentioned the food that he has been thinking about for a long time these days.

In the darkness, Xu Chaoqi didn't see much, and naturally he didn't see the gentleness in his brother's eyes and the faint smile on his lips.

"it is good."

They stepped on the rainwater and walked to the front hall. After a while, the senior brother suddenly said: "You can only eat half a bowl at night, and you can't eat too much."

When Xu Chaoqi heard the order, instead of being dissatisfied, his eyes were filled with joy.

"Okay!" He agreed, but his heart didn't rest.

Looking at the drizzle that was gradually getting smaller, he quietly approached his senior brother.

He looked up from time to time, for a few breaths, he said in a low voice, slightly hoarse: "Brother, my back hurts these two days..."

Wen Zhaoxi paused slightly, and his figure was unstable for a moment.He moved his fingertips slightly and curled them into his palms, his eyes half closed, as if he didn't hear.

How could Xu Chaoqi get his wish?Seeing that his senior brother didn't speak, he grabbed his senior brother's sleeve, his beautiful eyes were a little puzzled, but he said in a weak voice, "Senior brother, I've fed too many small fish these past two days, and my waist is a little sore."

Wen Zhaoxi looked down at the young man's slightly slender waist. He withdrew his eyes and coaxed in a low voice: "Take more medicine these two days, and try to bend your waist less in the future."

Xu Chaoqi: ...

He reached into his brother's sleeve and held his palm.At this time, he seemed to be a person who had been alone for a long time, and wanted to be comforted by those close to him.

"Brother, give me a press tonight..." He hadn't had a good rest these days, and he was drenched in the rain again, his voice was hoarse and full of expectations.

For some reason, Xu Chaoqi rarely felt his brother's breathing.

Wen Zhaoxi's heart beat twice as his slightly cool palm penetrated into his palm.He stared at the rainwater flowing on the ground in a daze, his eyelashes covering his eyes.After a while, he also agreed to the young man with a hoarse voice.

"it is good."

The Hundred Years Grand Competition will be held in two days. During this period, Song Shuiqing spent his days forgetting to sleep and eat, drawing spells one by one, and his skills became more and more proficient.

The master of the Western Realm raised his son from novels to adulthood, inside and out, Song Shuiqing didn't know how to practice, was idle and wasted his days.

Some time ago, he used to say a few more words about his son, but found that the other party suddenly couldn't find anyone.When he found his son in the study and saw that the other party was trying to draw a talisman, he froze, rubbed his eyes, and was a little surprised.

Waiting for the guests to arrive, while entertaining them, he said with a smile: "My son is just putting on a show. After an hour at most, he couldn't take it anymore and went out to play."

However, after waiting for an hour, Song Shuiqing was still trying to draw the talisman.Xijingjing opened his mouth, but closed it again.

The guests finally left, and the master of the Western Realm hurriedly drove away the servants: "Stay far away, don't hinder the young master's cultivation!"

Song Shuiqing studied for four hours, and the master of the Western Realm was pacing back and forth in a hurry: "Why are you suddenly promising? I'm still a little unaccustomed to it."

After thinking about it, he took the dinner plate from the servant, knocked lightly on the door, and walked in cautiously: "Shuiqing, let's study after a while. Learning is more important than eating, so don't burn yourself out."

Song Shuiqing was taken aback by his father's battle. His father is usually a rebellious son. How could he be so soft and gentle?

Speaking of eating, he looked at the time, four hours had passed!

This was the first time he enjoyed his father's service, Song Shuiqing was flattered and picked up chopsticks to eat.

The master of the Western Realm felt that this kid was too much, so he asked tentatively, "Shuiqing, why are you so diligent today?"

There is nothing to hide about this matter, he wolfed down and said: "It's brother Qi! He let me enter the century-old competition, and then he will come to see me in the audience!"

"Brother Qi?" The master of the Western Realm frowned: "Who is he?"

"His surname is Xu, and there is a 'Qi' in his name, so I called him Brother Qi."

"Xu Qi?"

"Yeah, it should be, he is very good at drawing symbols!"

The Lord of the Western Territory frowned, and he knew who it was.

"Is it the boy who secretly helped you draw a talisman to deal with Lao Tzu?"

Song Shuiqing was shocked, how did his father know?

The master of the Western Realm laughed angrily when he saw the boy's appearance. Fortunately, the boy worked hard today, so he didn't reprimand him.

"Can you draw that talisman? That talent is something that no one can have, and it might be rare in ten thousand years."

Fortunately, this kid finally made a useful friend, so he didn't say anything.

"Xu Qi, right? Your father has remembered, and will take care of you when we meet in the future."

Song Shuiqing was overjoyed, this was exactly what he thought.

From then on, he practiced harder, and sometimes he didn't even notice that he practiced until dawn, which made the master of the Western Realm both gratified and distressed.

In the past, when the master of the Western Realm saw Song Shuiqing, what he said the most was——

"Are you lazy again today?"

"Is the talisman finished?"

"Only you can still participate in the Hundred Years Competition? If you can touch the door, I will be secretly happy."

It is--

"Stop learning, take a break and eat more."

"Go to sleep, the painting will be the same tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."

"The hundred-year competition is not important, even if you don't get the quota, dad will be satisfied."

Even when guests came, the host of the Western Realm kept talking about his son.

"I let him rest. If he can't do it, he has to learn. We can't stop it, hey. We are not poor people. What are we trying so hard for? Or just to make him relax, but he is fine. Why!"

The guest smiled reluctantly: "The Lord of the Western Realm has a good son, which is a blessing!"

Landlord of the Western Territory: "Isn't that right?"

guest:……

he~tui!

Even though Song Shuiqing had tried his best, his innate insufficiency made Fu Dao one hundred places, but he was one hundred and one.

When Song Shuiqing saw this result, the sky was about to collapse.He sat in the room for a long time, his eyes turned red because he couldn't remember the loss.

The master of the Western Realm walked in slowly with his hands behind his back. Looking at his son, he sighed and sat down in front of his son.

Song Shuiqing murmured puzzled: "Am I not working hard enough? I have tried my best."

The Lord of the Western Territory hesitated and said, "Maybe you haven't made your last effort yet?"

Song Shuiqing raised his head, with tears in his eyes.

"I only sleep for two hours a day. If I hadn't been taking pills, I wouldn't be able to last long ago. I would also draw symbols while eating... Haven't I tried my best?"

The master of the western region was silent, and he put the century-old competition token behind him in front of Song Shuiqing.

He coughed and said, "So your father also tried his best, donating six secret realms to the Centennial Competition, and gave you another place."

Song Shuiqing: ...