ugly moth

Qian Weisheng's expression softened a little, and he nodded slightly, agreeing with Fei Mo's suggestion to send him back to rest.

It started snowing outside again, and snowflakes like goose feathers fell on the two of them; Feimo pushed Chimisheng back and walked back, holding the oil lamp with one hand, which was really difficult.

Feimoth didn't protect one of them, snowflakes fell on the wick, the faint fire flickered a few times, and finally went out.

The pace stopped just like that—the moth couldn't see the way clearly.

"Why didn't you leave?" Qian Weisheng asked suddenly.

Fei Mo replied helplessly: "I'm sorry for the sect master, the oil lamp was extinguished by snowflakes, and the little one can't be seen."

Who would have thought that it would suddenly snow?Fei Mo didn't prepare a lampshade in advance, so it's good, I don't know how to go back.

Qian Misheng turned the wheelchair, Fei Mo didn't know what he wanted to do, so he could only let go of the handle of the wheelchair, wondering if Qian Misheng would just leave him here like this.

"Hand." Qian Weisheng suddenly said.

Fei Mo was taken aback: "Hand?" What hand?

"Hand." Qian Weisheng repeated again, with a slight impatience in his tone.

Fei Mo hesitated for a moment, then slowly stretched out her free hand, but met another warm hand halfway; the other party grabbed Fei Mo's hand and pulled him forward.

"Slow, slow down." Fei Moth was taken aback and almost tripped herself.

If you fall in the dark, it's more because of your wrong sense of balance, not because there are real obstacles under your feet.

Stumbling along like this, Fei Mo was held by Qian Weisheng, and his hands were almost cramp from nervousness.

After finally seeing the oil lamp that Fei Mo had placed in advance, Fei Mo whispered to Qian Weisheng: "Master, I can see clearly, this..."

As she said that, Fei Mo moved her grasped hand.

Qian Weisheng didn't let go, and kept pulling him into the bedroom: "This is my room."

Fei Mo was taken aback, because Qian Weisheng didn't ask him to get the oil lamp at the corner outside the house, so after entering the house, he became blind again, looked around blankly, and couldn't see anything clearly.

However, what Qian Weisheng said seemed to be that he was willing to keep him, otherwise he would not have brought him to his room.

However, how to answer is a technical task. You can't directly ask yourself whether you have passed the election, so let's change the question.

"Master, the little one didn't remember the way just now, can you come and see it again in the morning?" Fei Mo paused for a moment, then continued, "The little one can prepare breakfast for you, what would you like to eat?"

Qian Weisheng was silent for a while, then said: "Drink porridge, drink salty porridge."

Fei Mo raised the corners of her lips slightly in the darkness: "Then where will the little one live tonight?"

"... An Yi." Qian Weisheng directly called An Wei's name, "Take him to rest and prepare a room in the west wing."

A person jumped in from the window, and Fei Mo vaguely saw him kneeling on one knee beside Qian Weisheng.

"West Wing?" An Yi was taken aback, "This... lives with the owner of the sect?"

Chimisheng glanced at Anichi: "Huh?"

An Yi froze, with a strong desire to survive: "This subordinate will do it now!"

Fei Mo was amused to hear it, how could a housekeeper and master live in the same yard?Qian Weisheng is actually quite mischievous, and he is not afraid of him poisoning him.

He secretly walked to the door of the room and opened the door: "Steward Fei Moth, please come down with me."

"Thank you." Fei Mo was about to follow the voice and walk over, when suddenly her hand tightened—Qian Weisheng actually kept holding onto his hand and didn't let go.

"Master, sect master?" Fei Mo called out to Qian Weisheng in embarrassment, and moved her hands.

Qian Misheng seemed to realize that he had been holding Fei Mo's hand, and slowly let go, and then slid the wheelchair, as if going deep into the room.

Fei Mo didn't stay any longer, and walked towards An Yi gropingly, and finally walked out with An Yi's shoulders on his shoulders.

Once outside the house, Fei Moth saw the oil lamp she had placed at the corner, because it was under the eaves, so it had not been extinguished by the wind and snow.

"Congratulations." An Yi looked back at Fei Mo.

With the oil lamp, Fei Mo saw that he was the man sitting behind the table outside the gate.

"It's you, thank you." Fei Mo chuckled, "Don't you need to go outside and say someone has chosen?"

An Yi shook his head: "We dispersed everyone half an hour after you came in. If the sect master doesn't like it, he usually has to be thrown out within a quarter of an hour after you come in."

After listening, Fei Mo laughed dryly.

In fact, he had blown the air outside the door for a quarter of an hour before he came in, and whoever asked Qian Misheng to scream at that time didn't answer, and he didn't say what to do.

If Fei Moth hadn't been favored by Qian Misheng in the end, the scene would have been ugly.

The West Wing is quite clean, but it is gloomy and cold. It can be seen that it has not been in a popular room for a long time, and it is gloomy.

An Yi lit the lamp in the room with a torch, put the lampshade on and said to Fei Moth who was looking around the room: "There are bedding and mattresses in the closet, they are all clean, if you need anything, just tell me, I usually stay in the yard Guard the gatekeeper."

Fei Mo is very satisfied with this room, naturally there is nothing missing: "Everything is fine, I don't need anything, thank you."

"You're welcome." An An nodded, "Then if you have nothing else to do, I'll leave first."