Everyone owes me a favor

Guan Guan secretly guessed the relationship between the two, and when his eyes were rolling, Feng Ruzhi held up the herbal tea, put the rim of the cup to his lips, and called him, "O Lord Guan Ershan."

Guan I don't know: "Huh?"

Feng Ruyuan looked at him: "Look how many lights are there in the main house."

Although Guan I don't know why Duan Rongjun asked this question, since he asked it, it must have some unknown deep meaning.

He counted carefully, there was a goose-foot lamp on the table, a pair of crane-shaped lamps by the bed, and a pair of silver man lamps under the porch...

He replied: "Five lamps."

"Wrong, there are six in total." Feng Rugu smiled, "You also count as one."

Guan I don't know: "...Huh?"

I don't know Guan: "...Oh. The two of you chat slowly."

Stepping out of the main house, he still felt completely lost.

I came to find Mr. Duanrong, I didn't solve any problems, and my appetite was suffocated for no reason, and my heart was hung up and down, it was really uncomfortable.

He still had the matter of Feng Ruyuan in his mind, so he couldn't help being lost in thought.

To be honest, Guan I don't know how powerful Feng Ruyu was before.

In his opinion, the title of "Lord of Clouds" was passed down in line because his master ascended early.

In the past ten years, Guan Guan has never heard that this Yun Zhongjun has done anything in the Taoist sect.

Mr. Duanrong has broken through the realm of Yuanying and has become a god; Mr. Jiangnan has a medicine scale and a long sword, which weighs the crimes of various families and slashes the sins of Taoism, and is also famous far and wide.Among the three lords of Fengling, there is only one who is enshrined as before, living in seclusion and avoiding the world.

Even if all the Taoists praise his merits, Guan I don't know that he is just lying on the credit book and not thinking about making progress, and he is just bearing the good name.

Yesterday, seeing him being arrogant and arrogant, Guan Zhi's dislike for him increased all the way to the peak.

However, today, Feng Rugu first took the initiative to enter the game, and then came up with a strange idea, and used the killing game that Ding You had arranged for him for his own use.

Even his extravagance yesterday was a disguise, it was part of his layout.

Guan Zhizhi respected people with a clear mind, what's more, Feng Rugu's actions and deeds made Guan Zhizhi begin to believe that the stories in "Leaving World" are not all fabricated legends to glorify someone.

Now, he heard Mr. Duanrong tell the stories of the past again, although he only spoke a few words, but it was inevitable that young Taoists like Guan Buwu were fascinated.

When Guan Buzhi's hot blood was on his head outside the door, Feng Ruzhi was shaking his feet, looking at Ruyi amusedly: "Why are you back again?"

Ruyi silently put the medicine on the table.

Feng Ruyu let out an oh: "Here comes the apology."

Ruyi: "...childish."

It's just that this accusation sounds like a lack of confidence, and I don't know if this "childish" is referring to Feng Ruyu or himself, Ruyi himself feels timid when he hears it.

He pretended that he was tortured in the temple, and punished the disciples who did not abide by the temple rules, tried his best to cool down his heart, and said: "You pretended to be a righteous father and teased others, you should have been punished."

"That's right, Feng Er committed a heinous crime." Feng Ruzhi nodded firmly, "Then you bring the medicine..."

Feng Rugu originally wanted to jokingly say "but he loves me so much" to embarrass him, but when he thought about the unusual feelings this kid had for him, he stopped his voice.

Since Ruyi still doesn't know that it is love thread, then I help him cut it off early, so as to avoid the pain of being entangled.

Feng Rugu swallowed his words, and put on a serious look: "Okay, I'll take the medicine, you go to bed early."

Ruyi thought that with Feng Rugu's tongue that was used to causing trouble, if he said one sentence, he would have ten sentences waiting to tease himself in turn. It can be seen that he treats himself politely now and does not exceed the rules. Ruyi felt inexplicably lost when he didn't have any affection for him.

He suppressed the weird feeling of reluctance, tightened his jaw, and nodded lightly: "Well, you go to bed early too."

After finishing speaking, he swiped out two bright lights in the room with one sleeve, leaving only one light beside the bed, reflecting Feng Ruzhi's slightly surprised expression.

Feng Rugu looked left and right: "Why are you turning off the light in my room?"

Ruyi turned his back on him and asked back: "It's already late at night, how many guests does Yun Zhongjun want to receive?"

It was rare for Feng Ruyu to choke.

After saying this, Ruyi turned around and walked away.

As soon as the door was closed, Feng Ruyuan murmured "dead child" in a low voice, and was about to get up while leaning on the table. He reached for the ointment, but saw a small object pressed under the ointment.

...a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus halva wrapped in plain silk.

Feng Ruru thought, this object probably wasn't left by Guan Er Shanzhu.

Feng Ruyuan picked up the piece of crispy candy and held it in his palm.

The aroma of pastries reminded him of the distant past.

His little Hongchen likes sweets. When he is sick, he always buys a lot of expensive sweets to make his adopted son happy.

The child with a naturally indifferent expression obediently held the pastry and ate it mouthful, then looked at Feng Rugu with admiration.

Apart from comprehending swordsmanship, Feng Rugu was quite uncertain. He was inevitably distracted when taking care of the children. look.

You Hongchen is quiet by nature, he reads by himself, and he looks at himself.

Feng Rugu boasted that he was outstanding in appearance and full of attention, and he was not afraid that Xiao Hongchen would get tired of looking at him, so he showed him frankly.

Soon, his family's little Hongchen became mentally ill.

He stretched out his fingers, and gently pressed down Feng Rugu's words by a few centimeters, trying to attract the attention of his adoptive father, revealing a pair of bright eyes like ink dots from the top of the book.

Feng Ruzhi coughed lightly, and continued to look down at the book, pretending not to see him, but teasing him with his eyes, peeking at his children one by one. Followed by one point deep.

Xiao Hongchen yawned sleepily, carefully pulled his hand over, and stuffed his fingers with a little icing sugar into his palm, imitating the sleeping position of a leopard cub, rubbing his fluffy, shiny black head on the Feng Ruyu fell asleep on his knees.

After withdrawing from the memories, Feng Ruzhi held Sutang, feeling weak in his heart.

As a grown up, she should have known that sweets are not pain relievers, but just comforting.

However, for Feng Ruyu, after the disaster ten years ago, he lost You Hongchen, Senior Brother Han, and Sanchai Jing, and his master and wife also ascended one after another. May the senior brother treat him as usual, at least not let him realize that he is a useless person all the time.

After losing so much, this regained, familiar warmth and comfort is enough to support him to have a good dream tonight.

He unfolded the handkerchief completely.

When Gui Zixiang came out sweetly, Feng Rugu could clearly see the two characters carefully hidden at the bottom of the handkerchief, drawn with spiritual energy.

--"Feel sorry".

But before Feng Ruyuan had time to recollect it, that ray of spiritual power disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

...It really fits Ruyi's awkward style.

Feng Ruyuan gathered up the handkerchief, wrapped the candy as it was, and put it on the side of the pillow. He lay down on the pillow, staring at the piece of candy, with the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus in his nose, thinking about his own thoughts.

On the other side, Ruyi returned to his room, with the spiritual power he quickly withdrew in his palm.

The word "Sorry" floated in his palm, like two little ants, wagging their heads and wagging their tails in his palm, occasionally biting his palm, making him feel the itch between his fingers and heart uninterruptedly.

He squeezed the spiritual power and dispelled it, but he was distracted by the remaining thoughts.

This night, he went in and out of the room many times, which woke up Haijing early.

With the help of the lights in the house, Hai Jing noticed that her little uncle's face was flushed with uneasiness.

...but it's not very hot in the room.

After Hai Jing entered the monastery, he was taught not to be disturbed by others, but he had to admit that his little teacher uncle had a superficial appearance, so good that he didn't look like a monk at all. When it is as cold as snow, it adds a bit of vitality.

Haijing thought, he was probably angry.

So, he rolled up the quilt and sat up on the bed, comforting him: "Little uncle, don't think about that person anymore."

Ruyi didn't want to be poked by a junior when he was full of worries, when he was ashamed, he denied it flatly: "Why did I ever think about him?"

Hai Jing looked a little angry: "He is not worthy of my little uncle's grief."

Ruyi was a little unhappy: "You have no right to comment on whether he is worth it or not."

Haijing was stunned, and raised his hand to scratch his bare head like a green duck egg: "Little Martial Uncle, that Ding You has poisoned my Junior Martial Uncle, he is a big villain, you just need to get rid of the evil, don't worry about him, waste your mind of."

Ruyi: "..."

Hai Jing felt that something was wrong, opened his watery eyes, and asked recklessly, "Who is the little uncle talking about?"

Ru Yi pretended to be completely calm, sat down on the edge of the couch, took off his shoes with his back to Hai Jing: "No one."

Haijing: "Little..."

Ruyi: "Sleep."

Hai Jing began to suspect that it was the function of the lamp just now, otherwise, why would the back of the uncle's neck start to turn red?

He rubbed his eyes and lay down obediently, with a little doubt in his heart.

Ru exhaled in a small amount, and turned over when his face was not so hot.

The two silver lanterns in front of the main house illuminate the courtyard brightly.

He first felt a slight surge of spiritual power, and immediately, a clear shadow fell in the courtyard, and a familiar figure flashed across the half-closed window.

Ruyi sat up from the bed.

The visitor had Feng Ruyuan's face on his face.

As soon as Ru finds out that Feng Rugu is in the room, the person who came should be Chang Boning.

But looking at it from a distance like this, Ruyi is unavoidably startled.

——When the person came up the steps, he had a posture like green pines and poplars, his restrained and gentle expression when he bowed his head, his eyes slightly narrowed because of fear of light, nowhere, no details, no shadow of foster father.

Like a tight throat.

The question that he had completely shelved because of being angered by Feng Rurui's behavior, now slowly climbed up his heart again, entangled his heart like a vine.

...Why did he feel so intimate and familiar when he entered Feng Rugu's room and saw Chang Boning played by Feng Rugu, that he told all his heart's content?

……

Chang Boning didn't know the same mind that was separated from them by a wall.

Seeing that the lights in the room were off, he tiptoed into the room, seeing Feng Rugu who was covered with a thin quilt on the bed, his heart softened naturally, and he was about to close the door without a sound when he heard Feng Rugu's sober tone came from the bed: "Senior brother?"

Chang Boning: "Didn't sleep?"

Feng Rugu sat up and said, "Waiting for Senior Brother."

Chang Boning took out a bottle filled with a faint smell of blood, and said concisely: "As usual, it's done. Shall we do it tonight?"

Feng Rugu took the bottle and held it in his palm: "Sooner rather than later, I'm afraid Ding You will be in a hurry."

"En." Chang Boning raised his hand, touched the center of his brows, and activated the spiritual method, so that the two people's appearances were exchanged again.

When he lowered his hands, he mustered up his courage and squeezed Feng Ruyuan's face, his face turned red, he felt that his actions were too childish.

When Chang Boning was annoyed, Feng Rugu said: "Brother, let's summon the blood spirit with the Manifestation Curse."

Hearing this, Chang Boning gave him a curious look.

Feng Rugu thought that Chang Boning had forgotten, and while drawing the shape of the spell in the air, he said: "'I wear the real charm, and I will serve all spirits, ascend the three realms, and go to Hedi City. Be as urgent as a law'. "

Chang Boning was a little puzzled: "You have never been good at formations, and you are too lazy to practice them. How do you know the secret formula of the Mantra of the Ten Thousand Spirits?"

Feng Ruyuan looked at the blood bottle and replied, "...Someone taught me that."