Lady Dijun is a flower

Hua Ci stared blankly at the Wangyun River that flowed straight down from the peak, from the upstream to the downstream was only a hundred meters away, so why did it become an unreachable distance even though it was so close.

With snow, the terrain of Fanzhou Ridge is very special. It is not like ordinary mountains that are connected by veins, but boulders are suspended above the nine heavens by magnetic force. Because the extremely cold snow here does not melt all year round, the snow layer covers the boulders. Connecting the scattered stones together, it looks like a whole towering mountain when viewed from a distance.

But if you stand on it, the loose snow layer will peel off, and it is very easy for people to fall into the endless abyss from the gap in the snow layer.The only Wangyun River that connects to the Fanzhou Ridge is an inland river that is almost perpendicular to the ground. Just imagine, it is extremely difficult to climb an ordinary mountain at a vertical angle, not to mention the resistance of the river, it is simply a fantasy.

Huaci let out a soft oh, staring at the root system she poked into the snow, she was so stiff that she almost lost consciousness, "Xueyi, it's not your fault, the benefactor must have his intentions for such an arrangement."

He clutched his vine-tangled hair, feeling really stupid.The benefactor allowed him to live here, probably because he didn't want outsiders to disturb him without permission, but he didn't notice it, and happily asked the benefactor to come and see him. Isn't this just asking for trouble, the benefactor must think he is very annoying in his heart.

Then listen to your benefactor and stay here honestly?

But the red water flow from the upper reaches was still spreading downstream, Huaci looked really scared in her heart.Although Xueyi said it was impossible, he himself felt that there should be no accidents if his benefactor is so powerful, but his chest was still thumping, and he couldn't help but think about the worst.

What if the blood in the river is really benefactor's blood?

He looked at the wooden boat docked on the embankment, one after another Kongming lanterns floated across the board, making the small boat hidden in the shadows faintly visible, Huaci suddenly reached out and grabbed Xueyi: "Hold me onto the wooden boat."

He knelt on the board of the boat, and stretched out the flower vines all over his body to wrap around the Kongming lanterns that floated by. At first, Xueyi didn't understand what Madam was doing with these lanterns, but as more and more Kongming lanterns were entangled by flowers, The wooden boat seemed to be pulled forward for a while, and Xueyi realized that Madam was using these Kongming lanterns to pull the boat upstream little by little.

Although it can be regarded as a method, but it is too much to use.

But Huaci firmly believed in his own approach, grabbed the vines and wrapped them around his wrists, and pulled the canoe forward with all his strength. The body of the flower demon is weaker than ordinary demons. If there is too much, it will hurt, not to mention that now the wrist is wrapped with vines. After a few pulls, the skin around the wrist is almost torn apart.

Huaci knelt in the cabin, and suddenly moved forward. He turned his head and saw Xueyi standing behind the canoe, bowed, with two small hands grasping the stern of the boat and pushing forward with all his strength.Hua Ci's eyes turned red instantly.

"Xueyi go back quickly!"

The water in this river was so warm, Xueyi couldn't bear it at all.

Xue hid her hot red hand under the board of the boat, shook her head and said, "It's okay, madam, snow itself is also changed by water, and I can change it back when it turns into water. Just let Xue Yi send you the distance of tens of meters." Ma'am." After speaking, he continued to push the canoe forward, ignoring Hua Ci's loud shouting.

Later, one of the two was pulling the vines in front, and the other was pushing the plank behind.When they were about to vaguely see the upstream entrance, a black bird feather tens of meters long blocked the way of the two of them like a huge curtain.

How big is this bird to grow such long feathers?

Although it is called bird feathers, the soft down is coated with a layer of light golden light, and the closer it is to the surrounding area, the higher the temperature.This huge bird feather stretches across the Wangchuan River, dividing the entire river into two, from which the winter is chilling upwards, and from the downwards is a pleasant spring.

Xue's whole lower body was immersed in the water, and the little bun tied on her head was drenched in the water and melted and scattered.The delicate little face can hardly tell whether it is a boy or a girl. "This is Golden Crow Feather, madam." He said.

"What is the Golden Crow Feather?"

"That's right." Xue paused, his originally bright eyes gradually lost color, and said in a weak voice, "It's the light of the sun." He couldn't describe this thing well either.

"Did the benefactor put it here?" Hua Ci looked at the light golden black feather, so dazzling that he couldn't look directly at it, he squinted his eyes, and his mouth opened a curve.

He knew that his benefactor was the best, he didn't like to talk, he didn't like to laugh, and he was cold all day long, but Huaci just wanted to get close to him.Although the benefactor did not come downstream to see him, but warmed the water in Wangyunchuan with sunlight, he still cared about himself, in a silent way.

Huaci dragged Jin Wuyu up to the shore, then turned around to grab Xueyi, holding her cold little hands, and the melted snow dripped down between their fingers.Huaci felt so slippery that she couldn't hold Xueyi anymore.

"Don't worry about my wife, hurry up and find Dijun, I'll wait for you on the shore." Xue pushed Huaci's hand.

Huaci knelt on the shore and felt that Xueyi in the water seemed a little short. He hid behind the wooden boat to cover his body, and the little hands clasped on the side of the boat were almost pale.Huaci held Xueyi's arm and pushed the canoe away, and saw that the legs below the water surface were only the part above the knees, and the knees exposed ice stubble sank into the mud at the bottom of the river, staining the original white and flawless color.

Xue Yi hurriedly pulled the hem of his clothes to barely cover his crippled knee, and smiled at Hua Ci: "It can be made with snow, I don't feel any pain. Madam, go quickly."

Huaci's always talkative face suddenly sank, and Xueyi was so frightened that he didn't dare to make a sound. It was the first time he saw his wife angry. She obviously had the same slender body, but she seemed to have changed suddenly. The embarrassing face was actually a little angry and prestige.

Huaci knelt on the bank to pull Xueyi up, using local materials, and used the snow on the river bank to build a sunken nest, and carried Xueyi in like a cradle to bury it.

Seeing handfuls of snow piled up on her body, Xueyi tried to move her body, but found that only her eyeballs could turn.He was a little dumbfounded, although it looked scary, it was really not that serious, what he told Hua Ci was not a lie, Xue Jing's body is very malleable, as long as the spirit is still there, even if it is smashed into pieces, it can be smashed into ashes Restored in perfect condition.

It's just a pair of legs, and in a place as cold as Fanzhou Ridge, they can grow out in less than a day.Although the pain was really painful, he would never tell Hua Ci about this kind of pain.

Seeing Huaci staring at her melted knee, Xueyi felt a little awkward, after all, he was still a little man, and he would be shy when he saw his vulnerable side.

He pouted, "Don't look at Ma'am, what's so good about a broken leg, if you look at it again, you'll have nightmares at night."

Huaci put the last handful of snow on it, covering Xueyi's broken leg, and pressed it harder: "What are you afraid of, I have no feet since I was born, and I have been used to it all day, I am so envious You who have feet."

In fact, Huaci also doesn't understand, other monsters are all great beauties, why when they come to me, they are handicapped.Strictly speaking, it can't be called a disability, but it's just a little different from ordinary people.

Bai Ling comforted him and said that this is quite distinctive and different.Huaci doesn't want to be different, he just wants to be an ordinary monster, able to run and jump like other monsters, go wherever he wants, and be free and unrestrained.

But everything is not easy to force, just let nature take its course just like your own bad memory.

He placed Xueyi in the snow nest, and patted the little guy's head, "I'll go find a benefactor to save you, can you wait for me here?"

Finally he stopped burying snow on his body, Xue Yi breathed a sigh of relief: "You can go quickly, Ma'am, it will really take some effort to climb from here to the sleeping hall."

Oh, if Xue didn't remind Hua Ci, she would have forgotten, and she had to crawl over.Huaci sighed, he really still wanted to have feet.

When he managed to climb ashore, he found a large bush of white flowers along the bloodstains in the snow. At first glance, Hua Ci thought he had encountered the same kind, but upon closer inspection, he found that it was wrong. These were not flowers at all, but the stems and leaves of flowers. It is all cold white, stiff and rigid, and there is no trace of shaking even when the wind blows.

But it looks like a flower, big and big, with stretched branches and leaves, like a peony in an ink painting, much more beautiful than its real body.It's a pity that the gorgeous colors were drained, and it was pale and stiff like a large piece of beautiful sculpture.

Hua Ci climbed up to touch it curiously, and was immediately shrunk back to his fingertips by the ice. The touch was the same as that of snow, and it turned out to be a fake flower made of snow.

The only scenery at the top of Fanzhou Ridge is the boundless Bingyun flower bush, although it is called a flower bush, but in fact there is not a single flower.All large pieces of snow accumulated together to form a hard layer of ice towering above the ground, which was eroded by occasional hurricanes, and over the years, it was slowly carved into such a magical scene.

It's a pity that for tens of thousands of years, no one except Qing Zuo enjoyed this beautiful scenery.

Hua Ci was blocked by the ice cloud flowers, so he could only sneak in through the gaps between the flower branches with a low body. The roots dragging on the ground had already been frozen and fell off a lot. You know, a flower tree can regenerate wherever it is injured. , only this root system is the most terrible.But now Hua Ci seems to have left this point behind, maybe his brain has been too frozen to think.

He finally found Kiyosaku along the bloodstains, in front of a big swell of snow.The whole body of this snow bun is round, like a glutinous rice ball lying in the snow, surrounded by a large area of ​​flowers, as if it is tightly protecting the glutinous rice balls in its arms.

Huaci didn't know if it was an appropriate description, he just felt that the snow bag looked like a grave in the world.

There are quite a few graves on Qiling Mountain, some are mountain people who settled here a long time ago, and some are the same kind who died without surviving the catastrophe.They are all round like this, with a bag protruding from the ground. Some offer incense and food in front of them, while others are always full of weeds.

But there is no stone tablet in front of this snow bag, it should not be...

Hua Ci looked at Qing Zuo's back from a distance, and saw the blood flowing out of his feet, spreading along the snow layer to Wangyun River little by little. Losing his own consciousness and life, he kept fleeing away from Qing Zuo.Hua Ci was dying of anxiety, she had already shed so much blood, why didn't the benefactor bandage it?

He intends to step forward, but hesitates.Because Hua Ci didn't know whether he had the qualifications to appear in front of Qing Zuo.

Although he swore in front of Bai Ling that even gods could help him, but he knew very well in his heart that fairies and monsters are different, not to mention that the benefactor is the king of gods.

The Qianhui sword was stuck in front of the snow bag, and the blood on the blade was still gathering, as if he accidentally injured his master for himself, and accompanied by the wind and snow, he let out a buzzing mournful cry, pious and repentant.

Qianhui, the No. [-] divine sword in the Six Realms made by Canglan Haixuantie, is said to be hype and exaggerated, but in the final analysis it is not a dead thing controlled by people.Even if it is a combination of human and sword, you still have to obey the master's arrangement.If Qing Zuo wants to hurt himself, how can it resist.

Qing Zuo looked at the snowy slope in front of him, remained motionless, lifted a dark brown porcelain altar with one hand from under his feet, took off the red cloth stopper at the mouth of the altar, poured out the mellow wine inside, and the white snow gradually blurred into off-white.

Half of the time, Qing Zuo withdrew his hand, pressed his head on the bottom of the altar and poured it. Hearing the splashing sound, Hua Ci hid in the dark and watched with horror.

Although the person in front of him was indeed a benefactor, he didn't feel like it.

In his eyes, the benefactor has always been indifferent, calm and peaceful, as if nothing can withstand the slightest wave in his heart.Although the benefactor's face cannot be seen from this angle, Huaci can sense that the benefactor's state of mind is not as calm as usual, and the dark tide is about to move.

Huaci didn't understand what kind of feelings this was, but he just felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart, as if a big rock was crushed.He was always looking at Qing Zuo among the flowers with intertwined branches, and Qing Zuo always turned his back to him and looked at the snowy slope full of wine.The two lines of sight stared alone in the wind and snow, missing each other.

The wine jar fell into the snow with a muffled sound.Qing Zuo stared at the nothingness in front of him, standing facing the wind, his long hair loosely fluttering along with the brocade robe with cloud patterns.

"How can you get drunk?"

The lonely and silent voice was like a stream flowing slowly through a dark river.Huaci's body trembled uncontrollably, this was the first time he heard Qingzuo's voice, not the cold heartbeat, but the real voice from Qingzuo's mouth.

Huaci was so excited that at this moment, a cold wind whizzed past his head, Huaci suddenly sneezed, and even he himself realized that there was a cracking sound in his ears. The cloud flower has been cut in half.Hua Ci was completely stunned, until the moment the sword edge brushed against his neck, the benefactor didn't have time to shout out.

Huaci didn't expect it, and Qing Zuo didn't expect it either. The moment the sword edge passed Huaci's neck, it seemed to be restrained by a force. A bottomless crack opened in the ground behind the resignation.

Warm water from Wangyunchuan flowed in large quantities along the cracks, and the ice cloud flowers were melted into a small river full of spring.Since then, Qianhui seems to have completed some mission, the spiritual light gradually fades, and falls on the ground, like an ordinary iron object, quietly calming down in the snow without making any sound.

Hua Ci hadn't recovered from the danger just now, his shoulders were clamped, he raised his head in panic, and met Qing Zuo's blood-red eyes.

"Why?"

Hua Ci was looked at timidly by those pairs, and was held down by Qing Zuo, unable to move, so he could only dodge helplessly.

"Why?" It was the same question again.

"What? I don't know."

Hua Ci was in pain from being grabbed by him, and he felt that his two arms were about to be pinched by Qing Zuo.This is definitely not an exaggeration, his arms were broken five or six times when there was hailstorm before, even if Qing Zuo didn't use mana, he could be torn to pieces with just his hands.

Hua Ci never thought that Qing Zuo would be like this, he suddenly felt a little wronged, but he didn't know where this wronged came from.

He straightened up vigorously, and slammed into Qing Zuo's chest hard. He didn't know if Qing Zuo hurt or not, but his forehead seemed to be swollen anyway.In the past, the little demons of Qiling Mountain told Huaci not to fight with others casually. With his weak body, he would completely injure the enemy one thousand and self-injure ten thousand.Even if the opponent doesn't fight back, he can beat himself to death.

Huaci pursed his lips, he didn't fight on purpose, it was because his benefactor was too bullying.

"If you do this again, I won't bear fruit for you!" He roared angrily.

Of course, this was an angry statement. Even if Qing Zuo really broke Hua Ci's arm, he probably would have healed the scar and forgot the pain, but Qing Zuo was brought back to his senses by his words, and the blood in his eyes was dispelled a little bit. , and returned to the light glazed color of the past.

He found that his hand was tightly grasping Hua Ci, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and then disappeared.Quickly retracted his hands and stood up straight.

How did you get here?

Another cold heartbeat.

Huaci snorted, still angry in his heart: "The one who came up by boat, Xueyi pushed me behind, his legs were burned by the water of Wangyun River."

After that, he said that Xueyi's injury was very serious. Originally, he only lost half of his leg, but with Huaci's description, it was as if he had lost half of his life.Qing Zuo didn't say a word, just listened quietly, looking at Hua Ci's fleshy wrist, but didn't hear him say a word about his injury.

Seeing that Qing Zuo hadn't moved for a long time, Hua Ci looked up at him: "Aren't you going to save Xue Yi?"

Qing Zuo didn't blink: Why should I save him?

Huaci was about to cry in anger, "You were not like this before, you are the best, you are a god, you are still a good person, you saved me, and you will save Xueyi. And he is your family, how do you Can you die without help?"

Qing Zuo frowned at his clueless words: He is not my family, and he doesn't need my help.And I'm not a nice person either.

After she finished speaking, she turned her head and left, Hua Ci quickly climbed up and grabbed his hand, biting her lower lip and crying, "If you don't save Xue, I won't bear fruit!"

Qingzuo paused, turned around, and tore off Huaci's fingers one by one: whatever.

Then walk away.

Huaci couldn't hold back anymore, lay on the ground and wiped her face: "You can't bully me like this..."

If Xueyi was beside her, she would definitely hold her forehead and sigh, Dijun, you won't be able to find your wife like this.

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Chapter 6 Qingzuo walks ahead, followed by the sound of dragging, Huaci is frozen to the ground, holding the Frozen Cloud Flower that can be held with both hands, struggling in the snow like a dying worm crawling.Although the distance between the two was getting farther and farther, Huaci still gritted his teeth and persisted, as if he would not give up until he reached his goal.

Finally, he won, and the footsteps in front of him stopped.

Huaci looked up, and saw Qing Zuo pouring a white light into the snow, a biting cold air penetrated into the bone marrow along the part touching the ground, Huaci trembled involuntarily.He raised his hand to hug his shoulder, but heard a crackling sound, lowered his head in surprise, and found that his right arm fell out of his sleeve and fell into the snow and turned into a flower vine as thick as a thumb.

Huaci was startled by this scene, her arm has been broken many times, but this time it didn't hurt at all, is it because she was paralyzed by the cold?

But what made him even more sad was Qing Zuo. His benefactor was angry and wanted to drive him away in this way...

Before Huaci had time to be sad, he had already been picked up from the snow, and his body suddenly soared into the air, which made him cry out in surprise, and the roots wrapped in snow stubble kicked in the air a few times.Qing Zuo was covered in icy scum thrown by him, pursed his lips and hugged his legs, Muran tightened: don't move.

Seeing the empty sleeve of Hua Ci's right arm, Qing Zuo pressed the disconnected part, a hot current spread from the wound in an instant, it didn't hurt, but it was extremely itchy.Huaci wrinkled her nose and leaned her head on Qingzuo's chest, hearing his heartbeat: I have lowered the snow temperature here, and Xueyi's legs will recover tomorrow morning.The more snow clan spirit monsters remodel their bodies, the faster their cultivation will be promoted. If you help him too much, it will only harm him.

Hua Ci looked up at Qing Zuo, it was still that expressionless face, but it was very pretty.He blinked his frosted eyelashes, and suddenly burst into a smile: "I knew he was the best." After laughing, Hua Ci put his remaining left arm around Qing Zuo's neck, and whispered in his ear Said: "Thank you, I will treat you to hot pot after my hands grow out."

That happy look, as if he didn't care that he had just lost an arm in the cold.

Qing Zuo did not respond to Huaci's expression of gratitude, but looked at the frozen red cheeks of the little flower demon in his arms, and a strange flash of light flashed in his eyes.But like a stone thrown into the vast ocean, the rising ripples are quickly smoothed out by the bottomless coast.

Qing Zuo took him back to the bedroom, and threw the kindling of the long-burning lamp on the table into the copper basin in the corner, and the red flame quickly ignited a wall of fire several feet high.He poured out the water in the teapot, put it near the fire wall and glanced at Hua Ci, Hua Ci immediately understood what the other party meant.The benefactor wanted him to return to his original body and live in a teapot.

Although Huaci wanted to say a few more words to his benefactor, his body was indeed not suitable for maintaining a human form, which would consume a lot of spiritual energy.

Reluctantly, he crawled out of Qingzuo's arms, sat on the ground, held a white jade-like teapot and glanced at Qingzuo quietly: "Why do you like living in such a cold place?"

Tiangong is so big, there must be many places with suitable environment, not to mention that as Qing Zuo, it is not a problem to build the mansion anywhere, but he chose such a place, he is really curious why.

Hua Ci just asked curiously, but he didn't expect the other party to respond.

Qing Zuo took a sip of the tea that was just poured out, and said casually, "The cold will make people sober."

Hearing the other party's voice, Hua Ci was startled for a moment, retracted his head that was about to plunge into the teapot, turned around and stared straight at Qing Zuo, that gaze was more explicit than seeing any rare and exotic beast.

Being locked on by such a straightforward gaze, Kiyosaku didn't feel any discomfort, but just looked at him inexplicably: "What?"

Huaci suddenly laughed foolishly, her long hair hanging in front of her face drooped, revealing a pair of ears that were as red as fire.

"Your voice is really nice. In fact, it's very nice for you to speak like this. It's strange to use your heartbeat. I always feel that you are standing in front of me but you are far away from me." After finishing speaking, he said "oh" and waved his hand, "You don't mind, I'm just saying, you're fine anyway. I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you."

Huaci never felt that it was wrong to praise others for their beauty in person. In the past, he often praised Bai Ling, and the other party was very happy.But after hearing this, Qing Zuo coughed suddenly, quickly put down the teacup in his hand, and held his chest to calm down for a long time.His brows were furrowed all the time, but he didn't seem to be angry, but he was a little more angry than usual.Hua Ci found that the benefactor's face was flushed with a thin red, just like the wild cherry blossoms blooming on Qiling Mountain during the Waking of Insects, it was really pretty.

In fact, this is not to blame for Qing's gaffe, it is true that he is beautiful, and this is well known in the Six Realms, but if he really has the courage to say that he is beautiful in front of him, he dare not have anyone other than Hua Ci.

Speaking of it, Qing Zuo is so obsessed with retreating and practicing, it has something to do with his heaven-defying appearance.He was fine when he was a child, and everyone would just pat his head when they saw him, and praise him that this kid has icy muscles and bones, and a good appearance, and he will definitely be a dragon and phoenix among people in the future.But since Qing Zuo grew up, he found that the way people around him looked at him gradually changed.Those friends who were not too different in age began to come to him with whatever they had to do.

"Qing Zuo's nephew can have dinner, why don't we go to uncle's."

Qing Zuo glanced at the saliva falling from the corner of the opponent's mouth, and kicked the opponent's shin.

"Brother Qingzuo has been to Jingyao Lake in Kunlun, why don't you go soaking with my brother."

Qing Zuo looked at the opponent's hand that was impatiently reaching out to his belt, and punched the opponent's nose.

"I heard that brother Qingzuo is very good at swordsmanship, can you come to my home and teach my brother?"

Qing Zuo looked at the child whose hair had not yet fully grown, cast a spell on the saber in his hand, and handed it over, "It will teach you."

But when he retrieved the saber, he found that the hilt was covered with strange slime. Afterwards, Tianjie heard that Qing Zuo had searched for billions of years of black iron from Canglanhai, and cast it into the number one artifact in the Six Realms.Invincible, invincible.And it has its own sword spirit, except for Qing Zuo himself, whoever touches and hacks to death.

The headache is that after getting the Thousand Returns Sword, Qing Zuo found that the number of perverts gathered around him has not decreased but has increased. The most disgusting thing is that most of them are men, and they are of different races. So Qing Zuo began to retreat frantically, just hoping that he could keep his innocence every time a pervert came to harass him.I didn't expect to bring this back and forth, but I became the strongest in the Six Realms.

But no one would believe this now.He is now the number one bachelor in the Six Realms, and he has never married a wife for 3 years. This record is all thanks to the instigators who became his defeat back then.

"You're weird."

If Qing Zuo hadn't been staring at Hua Ci when he said this, Hua Ci would never have thought he was talking about him, pointed to his nose, and blinked in surprise: "I'm strange?" Then he looked at himself. The tattered body, oh, and covered it with the hem, "I was born without feet. They said that it was because of my insincerity and demon nature when I crossed the sky, but I really didn't slack when I cultivated. "

Qing Zuo didn't expect him to think in that direction, interrupted Huaci and said, "It's not your body."

"Oh?"

"It's your brain that's weird."

Huaci was a little confused by what he said, and he touched his head, but he thought that the gods are powerful, ordinary people can see the outside, but the benefactor can even see the things in the head, but if this is the case, he will What would it look like in the benefactor's eyes? Wouldn't it be scary if the things in the head were exposed like this?

He has never seen what it looks like inside a human skull, but he heard from some little monsters that some people whose brains were smashed by a big stone have their brains cracked, like trampled tofu.Such an out-of-the-box imagining made Hua Ci tremble with fright.He whimpered and hugged his head, telling Qing Zuo not to look any more.

This time Qingzuo looked at Huaci's movements, and immediately understood what the other party was thinking.It wasn't until a low laugh came that Huaci slowly let go of the arm holding her head.

He actually heard his benefactor laughing!

Although there was only one sound, he really heard it clearly. Hua Ci saw his heart heaving like a drum, and his face was burning uncomfortably. For a while, he couldn't figure out what it was like, like shyness, It's like a heartbeat.In short, the whole body is hot.

"Don't laugh."

After shouting, he turned into a whole body and got into the teapot, wishing he could bury all the leaves in his body.However, the space in the teapot is limited, and there are still many small leaves clustered around, making Hua Ci a little out of breath.Helpless, he had no choice but to slowly stick his head out of the mouth of the pot, lay down on the edge of the pot, and looked at Qing Zuo weakly.When Huaci found himself facing his benefactor with his body, he was unexpectedly less at a loss.

Qing Zuo saw Hua Ci got into the teapot, got up, walked to the couch and lay down, closed his eyes, the bedroom became silent again, not even the sound of breathing could be heard.

In fact, Qing Zuo didn't need to sleep at all. If he used to sit in front of the desk all night, otherwise he would go to the dark room to practice, but it would be inhumane to leave Huaci here alone, and it would be even more inhumane to sit with him all night. is weird.After thinking about it, it's better to pretend to be asleep, at least it won't be embarrassing.

It's just that he didn't expect that in just a stick of incense, there would be a rustling sound on the ground, intermittently, getting closer and closer to the couch. Ordinary voice, if he wanted to hear his heart clearly.

But for some reason, Qing Zuo didn't open his eyes, and seemed to be curious about what Hua Ci wanted to do.

After a while, one hand pulled his sleeve up and rolled it up, and then his wrist was lifted up by a section of vine.Gradually, Qing Zuo couldn't hold it any longer, he felt as if his hands had been placed in a hot and humid place, and a soft thing was constantly coiling around his fingertips, repeatedly, making him unbearably hot.

Chapter 7 Hua Ci didn't hear Qing Zuo's snort when he got close. He thought that the other party had already fallen asleep. He didn't expect that just halfway through the treatment, Qing Zuo suddenly sat up like a dead body. He didn't have time to react. The fingers in the mouth pushed inwardly, causing the throat to tighten for a while.

He whimpered and quickly spat out the other party's fingers.After coughing for a long time, I shook off a lot of leaves.Huaci stroked the soft blue hair, tears trembled, afraid that she was going to be bald.

"What are you doing?" Qing Zuo stared at the light green mucus on his wrist and fingers, which was thin and transparent.Although it looks a bit nauseating, it smells surprisingly good, with a fresh grassy scent mixed with a faint floral fragrance, which is somewhat like the jasmine wolfberry tea he drank.

The strangest thing is that he, who is obsessed with cleanliness, didn't feel a little disgust.

Seeing that Zuo raised his hand to touch it, Huaci thought he was going to wipe off the mucus, and immediately stopped him: "Don't wipe it, my grass juice can heal injuries!" After shouting, he himself was startled. , I couldn't believe that I shouted so loudly, and after a long time of shyness, my voice became softer, "You, your hand is still bleeding, and the bleeding hurts."

Qing Zuo paused, and blinked his lowered eyes.He had heard that some monsters of flowers and trees could heal wounds, but he never thought that Huaci also had this ability. It turned out that he licked the blood from his fingertips to heal injuries?

Thinking of this, he looked at Huaci quietly, his cold eyes reflected the dancing and enthusiastic fireworks, as if setting a fire in a frozen lake, it burned thrillingly.

Hua Ci's eyes made him hairy, why did his benefactor look at him like this.Although this is not a good description, it really seems that every time the fox demon in the cave sees the expression of the chicken spirit living under the slope, he can't wait to stuff it into his mouth without pulling out the hair.

He, he really doesn't taste good.

Suddenly, Qing Zuo raised his hand and stretched it out. Hua Ci thought he was going to hit him, so scared that he tightened his neck and hugged his head with one hand. Unexpectedly, the other party just picked him up and put him on the couch, and then untied his coat. The robe covers his body.

"Since you can heal injuries, why don't you heal your right hand."

Hua Ci looked at his empty sleeves and shook his head, "There is no need to treat this. Grandpa Huaishu said that the vines and leaves fall off are natural replacements, just like human hair will grow new ones. If it falls off, it will not hit. Use it, let a better one grow to replace it."

Qing Zuo stood on the edge of the couch and looked down at him condescendingly, his tall and slender figure was set off by the fire in the hall like a wall, covering Hua Ci in his shadow.

"Your arms often fall off after becoming a demon?"

Hua Ci hummed softly, Qing Zuo sighed, turned around and was about to leave, Hua Ci hurriedly grabbed his cuffs, moved into the couch, his buttocks were almost touching the bottom of the wall, and almost two people's width was left. The distance patted: "I sleep very honestly, and I won't press you down."

Eyes are twinkling, full of hope, just one sentence, I beg you, just sleep with me.

But seeing that Qing Zuo was completely unmoved, Hua Ci pouted and had no choice but to let go.But it was also expected, how could the benefactor sleep with a little monster like him, but he really felt a little sorry for occupying the benefactor's bed.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his fingertips left, the moon-white figure lay down and fell lightly by his side, like a flawless snowflake.

This sudden surprise made Hua Ci feel a little overwhelmed, and for a while, he didn't know whether to lie down or not, but Qing Zuo was much more natural than him, and he looked at the curtain above his head and talked to him.

"You are really weird. The changeling has no feet, your arms are often broken, and your brain is different from ordinary people."

Seeing that he was not restrained, Hua Ci happily lay down next to Qing Zuo, and shook his fingers, "It's still a little bit late, and my memory is still very bad. I don't remember everything for a long time, even my friends around me. If I don’t see each other for a few months, I will forget it completely. It took me a long time to remember Bailing. Only you are special. I only met once, but I remembered it for 300 years.”

He giggled, just like those spirit friends in the mountains, saying whatever came to mind.But he didn't notice that the person next to his pillow looked at him as if the ice in early spring had thawed and quietly melted into a puddle.

However, Qing Zuo himself did not realize that he had already become interested in this little flower demon.

Hua Ci covered Qing Zuo with the robe that covered him, and covered every corner carefully. When he lived in the lower reaches of Wangyun River, Xue Yi also tucked him in the quilt every night.Xueyi said that it would be warm if there was no air leakage.

When he got into the robe, he found that it was really hot inside. He couldn't help hugging Qing Zuo's arm vaguely, seeing that the other party didn't hide, he put his hand on it with confidence.

Two people sleep warmer than one.

Early the next morning, Hua Ci realized that he had overslept, because Qing Zuo had opened his eyes a long time ago but was lying on the pillow waiting for him.The black hair with a cold fragrance spread out on the couch, his eyes were half-closed, and the soft outline was outlined with a faint brilliance by the white snow outside the hall.

Seeing that Huaci woke up, she turned her sideways eyes to him slightly, "Have you had enough sleep? You can continue if you don't have enough sleep."

Hua Ci has no face to say it's not enough, so she quickly let go of Qing Zuo's arm and got up quickly: "Enough is enough."

When he hurriedly stood up, he realized that his right arm had grown out overnight. When he rolled up his sleeve, he saw that it was white and tender, and it seemed to be more beautiful than his left arm.

If the broken arm usually takes half a month to be born, why is it so fast this time?

Hua Ci recalled the feeling of Qing Zuo pressing the fracture last night, a hot current swirled in his body, and when he fell asleep at night, his whole body did not hurt as much as before, and the leaves that had been curled for many days also stretched a lot. Did the benefactor help him?

Qing Zuo stood up, and the blue silk behind him was pulled up like a misty water curtain.