Madam Tsundere is an attack

After a while, the road in front of him was no longer visible.

The streets were filled with laughter and cries, and even the faint sound of snake letters.In the dense fog, a hair-thin silver thread slowly approached, Su Weimian and Tuhua couldn't detect it, the silver thread soon wrapped around Su Weimian's ankle, and then climbed up the rock.

Su Weimian paused her slow steps, raised her finger, looked calmly, and looked at Tu Hua behind her again, the corners of her lips slightly raised, without saying a word.

Qingming's black pupils gradually faded, Su Weimian took a step forward, then lost his balance and fell forward.

―――――――― Nightmare dividing line

"Yue'er, you're back."

"Father and mother." The young man bowed and said respectfully, "Do you want to go out?"

The two people in front of the door were carrying bamboo baskets on their backs. The woman raised her hand and rubbed his head, and said softly: "There is a shortage of medicinal materials in the shop. Your father and I are going to go up the mountain to collect medicinal herbs. You must be careful when you are at home alone." After that, she He took out a sling of copper coins from his sleeve, "Go to your Uncle Zhang's to have something to eat today, and feel wronged."

"Oh." He raised his hand and put away the hanging copper coin, sideways to get out of the way, and watched their backs going away.

The house was empty at this time, Su Yue looked at it, but didn't go in, but turned and went to the street.

"Yo, Xiaoyue." The people on the corner of the street were busy cleaning up the stalls, and suddenly caught a glimpse of him, rubbing their rough palms, "Why is it that time has passed, and Doctor Su has gone out again?"

"Well, they went out to collect herbs." Su Yue jumped onto the wooden stool, shaking her calf.

"That's it..." The man turned around, his hands kept moving, as if he remembered something, he suddenly turned around and frowned, "Have you not eaten yet?"

Su Yue tilted her head, pouted, still shaking her legs and not speaking.

The man rummaged through things nimbly, for a long time, smiled comfortably, and said, "Hey, I found it, I remember there are still some wontons."

Put the wontons into the pot, the water will boil after a while, put some chopped green onion and sesame oil into the bowl, the wontons will be sweet.Su Yue finally stopped shaking her legs, but jumped down, reached out and took out a few copper coins, put them on the tall wooden table, and took the wonton.

"I've almost packed everything here, why don't you take it home to eat first, and come back tomorrow."

"Okay." Su Yue stood upright, nodded and smiled, and left the main street with small steps.

The lights flickered, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street. A hundred steps away, there was an old house hidden in it, as if it had been abandoned, and half of the lights were not lit.Su Yue slowed down as he walked, and then stopped completely, the wonton in his hand was still steaming, he tilted his head slightly, and then sat on the stone steps beside him, discarding the wonton aside.

"Hey, you'll get cold if you don't eat."

Someone pushed him twice, and Su Yue had already fallen asleep on the stone steps before he knew it. He rubbed his eyes, looked at the people around him, and said vaguely: "If you don't want to eat, you can eat it yourself." Let's eat..."

The young man beside him frowned, stood up and was about to leave, then suddenly turned his head and stared at him carefully, "I know you, a child of Doctor Su's family, Su Yue."

Su Yue raised her head, "Do you know my parents?"

"I know, they often do free clinics, and they even bring things here." The young man Youzi sat next to him again, "They are very good people, and they won't despise us."

Su Yue tilted her head and smiled. To be honest, he really didn't spend as much time with his parents as some outsiders, such as the person in front of him who was about his age.

"What's your name?"

"Fengyue."

"Oh." Su Yue raised her eyebrows and stuffed the wonton bowl into his arms, "Eat it, I'm not hungry, so I won't waste it."

Fengyue was taken aback when she heard the words, looked at him with raised eyebrows, and said in disbelief: "Do you often waste food?"

Su Yue frowned, raised her hand to rub the center of her brows, and said lightly, "Occasionally."

"Occasionally it's wrong!" The young man held the wonton bowl, filled with righteous indignation, and taught him endlessly, "You have to know that every grain is hard work, how can you waste food? Have you never been hungry? Do you know the kind of hunger? Feelings? The four words are painful..."

"Whispering, you're so annoying!" Su Yue's parents practiced medicine, and he was raised in a free-range way. Therefore, Su Yue has hardly listened to his parents' teachings since he was a child. This voice, coupled with the fact that he is not in a good mood today, Su Yue naturally felt annoyed, picked up the spoon from the bowl and stuffed it into his mouth.

Fengyue was suddenly attacked by him, a mouthful of wonton was stuck in her throat, she leaned over and coughed until she was out of breath, Su Yue succeeded, she just looked at it with her head on one hand, with a sly smile on her face.

"Su Yue, Su Yue..." The young man sat cross-legged with a smile on his face.

"Well... let me sleep for a while..." The person lying on the boy's lap rubbed his sleepy eyes, but got up from him, yawned loudly, and muttered, "What time is it now?"

"You should go home, otherwise Doctor Su will be worried." Fengyue rubbed his numb legs and feet, and leaned over to tie his hair.

Su Yue tilted her head, obviously not cooperating, Fengyue sneered and played with his head, Su Yue curled her lips and rolled her eyes, "It's not like you don't know, my house is full of patients every day. What are you doing?"

"That can't stay here for so long."

Su Yue yawned, tugged at the hair that Fengyue had just tied for him, smiled with satisfaction, and looked at him, "Why don't we go to the green grass pond to play for a while?"

Fengyue smiled lightly, raised her hand and knocked on his forehead mercilessly, "Su Yue, let me tell you, don't even think about it."

The boy had a depressed face, and went home extremely unhappy, cursing and stomping his feet, the people beside him were smiling, and didn't say a word to his complaint.

……

"Kings."

"Su Yue."

The person lying on the ground curled up slightly, his fingers spread out, and a thread of silver was wrapped around his wrist. The bright red blood gradually stained the silver thread, and those things could be used as food for nightmares.

Nightmare is good at weaving dreams and making cages. It can feed on sadness as well as happiness. When encountering such a non-picky eater, not to mention Tuhua, even Su Weimian was helpless, but Su Weimian took the initiative to greet him. Tuhua knew clearly .

In Su Weimian's long life, there is no sadness or joy at all, but there is only one thing that cannot be escaped, and from the beginning to the end, there is only those five years of companionship.

The memory of those five years is like a poisonous snake lurking in the depths, and it can give Su Weimian a fatal blow anytime and anywhere, just like now.

"Su Weimian." Tu Hua called out again tentatively, but the man was still asleep, as if lifeless.

But at this time, Su Weimian's soul was in the mist, and the two teenagers were slapsticking unscrupulously in the maze. His face was indifferent, and his eyes just passed over those illusions without thinking.

"Do you want to spy on this place?"

An old voice suddenly sounded in the boundless and bewildered territory, Su Weimian stopped, looked at the young man in front of him indifferently, and said, "No."

"Then why did you come here?"

"I'm just keeping my promise." The illusion in front of him changed again, Su Weimian stepped back, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and he said lightly, "Give him back to me."

A moat suddenly appeared in front of him, and a young man covered in blood knelt on the ground, his voice hoarse: "You can't take him away! Give me back Fengyue! Give me back!"

"Give him back to me..."

Su Weimian raised his hand, the illusion was shattered, the voice in the dark sneered, and said: "Su Weimian, tell me, I know that child is your weakness, why are you willing to take the risk of being chased and killed by the demon clan, and robbed his body?" ?”

"Because you want to die."

"Hahahaha..." The voice became more and more strange, there were voices of all kinds, men, women, young and old, "I don't know if I will die or not, but you, Su Weimian, are looking for death now."

"Nightmare, I'll say it one last time, give him back to me." Su Weimian raised his eyes, his pupils were blood red.

"Hee hee, okay." Meng Meng answered freely, and along with his words, an old and damaged agarwood cabinet appeared in front of Su Weimian. He smiled cheerfully and bewitched: "Su Weimian, I will return him Here you go, open it, and when you open it...you can see him."

"Spirits and monsters." Su Weimian snorted lightly, slashed his right hand across the air, and snorted coldly, "Does the majestic Nightmare Demon only play these dirty tricks?"

"Whether the means are low-handed or not, it doesn't matter what you say." The wooden cabinet was chopped into pieces, and Meng Yan didn't get angry, but laughed more and more wantonly, "I should have known that in such a big world, the only thing that can restrict you is always Just a corpse."

"If I had known this earlier, I should have killed you back then." Su Weimian's eyes were cold, and she pursed her lips slightly.

Meng Meng smiled without saying a word, the purple mist dispersed, two teenagers sat cross-legged under the flower tree, one of them looked at the other with his chin resting, and sighed: "How did you practice this?"

"I usually meet a lot of people, and then I slowly sum it up."

"It's not good." The young man in Tsing Yi said with a bitter face, "If I lied to you in the future, wouldn't you expose me immediately? It's not fun."

The other person chuckled and said nothing, and he said again: "You are always observing every move of others like this, will you be particularly tired when getting along with others, and you can see what others are thinking at a glance..."

"I just read a lot of people, how can I get it right every time." The boy rubbed his head dumbfoundingly.

"That means you can't read people's hearts sometimes? When?" The young man in Tsing Yi seemed to have discovered a huge secret, with a wicked smile on his face.

"When I'm nervous."

"Huh? Are you also nervous?" The young man in Tsing Yi obviously didn't believe him, rolled on the spot, and sat down against the tree.

"Of course." The boy pursed his lips and smiled, and said, "Just like now."

"Why are you nervous now?" the youth in Tsing Yi asked back.

"Because the person I like is looking at me."

In the darkness, someone smiled and said coldly, "Su Weimian, what are you hiding from?"

No.: ☆, Hanging the BOSS ([-])

The author has something to say: the history of blood and tears of a literary sweetheart

Su Yue, what are you hiding from?

——You are not ashamed!

——Okay, okay, just teasing you, go home quickly.

"Su Weimian, what are you hiding from?"

The voice followed like a shadow, always ringing in his ears with a gloomy voice. The wooden cabinet was recovered, and the nightmare continued: "Why don't you dare to open this wooden cabinet? Isn't it your friend inside? What's there to be afraid of?"

"Don't disgust him with these fakes you made!" Su Weimian scolded angrily, the demon power suddenly appeared, the fog cleared, and a young man in Tsing Yi floated in the air.

Nightmare fled and lost his support, the young man's body was unable to fall down, Su Weimian jumped up and hugged him firmly in his arms, his legs slightly bent, and when he opened his eyes again, it was already a different scene.

"Kings."

Su Weimian remained silent, pressed the back of the man's head with his right hand, approached slightly, and said coldly: "Tuhua, take him back to the land in the clouds."

Tuhua remained silent, seemed to be relieved, but her expression became more and more tense, her body tensed, she leaned forward slightly, and took the cold body respectfully.Nightmare's actions this time are tantamount to seeking their own death. Even if they are in collusion with Past Qianqiu, Su Weimian still has a hundred ways to torture them to death.

Su Weimian went away looking for the body of the nightmare, but at this time, the other party had just begun.

The sky was dark, but dotted with a few stars, sometimes hidden above the clouds, Wen Shu held a cold long sword in his right hand in front of him, squinting his eyes slightly, and behind him, Gan Sui couldn't help but follow him closely, trembling .

"Brother, is there really no way to contact Senior Brother Tuwang?"

Wenshu raised his eyebrows, and said lightly: "No, maybe I have encountered something troublesome."

Kan Sui shook his legs behind him, shivering in the cold wind, and said, "But... I'm panicked..."

"You..." Wenshu turned around helplessly, turned his right hand, and was about to reprimand him, but saw a shadow reflected in Kansui's eyes, Wenshu pushed Gansui away, blocked with his backhand, and the two forces met in the air , A hiss sparked the flames.

Wenshu took a few steps back, his silver teeth clenched tightly, and the bright red blood dripped to the ground. He quickly raised his hand, drew a talisman with blood, and scolded: "Let's go!"

The trickiness of this guy was beyond his imagination.

Gan Sui was pushed by him just now, and didn't move stupidly, and suddenly he was yelled at by Wen Shu, and immediately reacted, drew out the saber from his waist, jumped up lightly, and slashed at the shadow, "Don't ! With two against one, although the means are a bit despicable, but it is not a pity to die for a friend!"

Wen Shu trembled, and the sword in his hand almost fell to the ground. He swallowed a mouthful of blood, and said with a headache, "It's a duty."

It is also rare that Wenshu still remembered to correct him at this juncture. Looking at the trembling hands of the people in midair, Wenshu cursed "idiot" in a low voice, and then wrapped his right hand around his body, avoiding the fatal blow. hit.

The two hugged each other, changed back and forth on the grass slope several times in a row, kept turning upside down, and finally hit a tree, stopping the crazy tumbling gameplay.

Kansui was fine, without any serious injuries, but Wenshu was more miserable. He was attacked by a monster before, but now because he was protecting Gansui, he slammed his back against a tree, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

Gan Sui rolled over and half-kneeled on the ground, flustered, "Wenwenshu, what to do? Even you can't beat it... Where is Brother Tuwang? Why hasn't he come yet?"

"Idiot, don't pin your hopes on unreliable magic sticks." Wen Shu raised his hand and rubbed his messy hair. At this moment, Tu Wang shivered in the distance.

Tears welled up in Gan Sui's eyes, Wen Shu endured the pain and waved to him, then leaned forward, with the corner of his lips touching his earlobe.

With tears in his eyes, Gan Sui approached earnestly, fearing that he would miss a word of Wen Shu's "last words", but before he could hear clearly, his head became dizzy for a while, and then he fell limply on Wen Shu.The moment Gan Sui fell down, a black shadow rushed towards him like a poisonous snake, and the palm of Wenshu gasped. Unexpectedly, the black shadow was fearless, but smashed his spiritual power, and then penetrated his palm.

Wen Shu's eyes turned cold, and he pressed the back of Kansui's head with his backhand, frowned and pursed his lips.The black shadow floated up slightly after penetrating his palm, and then divided into two branches, one of which locked Wen Shu's throat, while the other, turned into a sharp claw, slowly buckled towards his head.

Lost consciousness, Wenshu gritted his teeth to resist, the black shadow also found that his endurance was amazing, paused in the air for a moment, loosened the restraint at the throat, and directly penetrated Wenshu's heavenly spirit.

Wenshu let out a muffled snort, and then his vision went dark.

"Hey, the Bai family has won the first place again this year. It's really gratifying..."

"The child who is outstanding this year, have you heard that, the fourth son of the Bai family picked three earth-level monsters in one fell swoop, and the younger generation will be fearsome."

"I heard that Bai Jueming attached great importance to his son, and he devoted himself to cultivating him without slacking off. Now he is only 15 years old and he is so powerful. If he becomes the head of the Bai family in the future, wouldn't he be very prosperous!"

"Bah, what a scene!" Someone spat secretly, and said coldly: "His Bai family is the number one demon extermination master, how many big orders he has received and how many demons he has killed in the past few decades, he is really like a group of vegetarians living in the demon world." Yes, let me see, don't talk about the future, maybe it will be taken away tomorrow!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold look came over him from the stage. The child had a young face, and his aqua blue clothes were neat. He was turning slightly sideways, as if he was about to leave.The person who had spoken before was startled suddenly, then retreated obediently, and someone beside him immediately laughed lightly.

"what happened?"

The boy in blue shook his head slightly, bowed to the elders on the high platform, and left slowly.

All the servants are not in a hurry, and they are doing their own things in an orderly manner. As the first family to eliminate demons, the Bai family has unmatched power, which makes people awe-inspiring and coveted at the same time.In fact, the Bai family was not so prosperous decades ago. If the current Patriarch of the Bai family, Bai Jueming, had not turned the tide and solved the crisis of the Bai family by himself, the current Bai family is nothing more than a junior in the human world. It's not enough to make people's teeth itch. The bad thing is that the Bai family not only has a Bai Cassia, but also a Bai Jiangqiu.

Bai Jiangqiu, the fourth son of the Bai family, has an elegant character and a natural talent. What kind of magic can we talk about?That