Wen Ai lay on the man's body blankly, with an innocent face and a confused expression, it was absolutely perfect.
The man was distracted, lifted his upper body and sniffed it between his neck, regretfully said: "It's not Dikun."
Wen Ai reacted belatedly, pressed the man's forehead and stuffed the back of his head into the soil again: "Deng Tuzi!"
Wen Ai propped up his limbs and wanted to get up, but the man suddenly grabbed his waist tightly, making him unable to get up at all. He twisted and twisted on the man for a long time, but he couldn't break free from the shackles around his waist. When he got angry, he grabbed the man's collar and bared his small white teeth at him: "Believe it or not, I will bite you?"
"Believe it." The man hooked his lips frivolously, stretched out his long arms, grabbed a peony from the branch next to him and inserted it into Wen Ai's hair, "Death is a peony flower, and being a ghost is also flirtatious. If I bite to death, I will also be buried in this flower bush with you."
Wen Ai had never seen such a brazen person before, he was stunned for a few seconds, then he rushed over to grab the man's throat, and closed his teeth in the middle—
"Hiss! You're really biting!" The man yelled in pain, and retracted the hand locked around Wen Ai's waist. Wen Ai took the opportunity to get up, and nimbly got out of the flowers.
The man came out soon after, catching up to Wen Ai in a few steps and stopping in front of him: "Little cutie, what's your name?"
Wen Ai ignored him, turned around and walked in the opposite direction.
"Don't go." The man sticks up to him like brown sugar, "Didn't you be quite enthusiastic just now? It's not Dikun, my brother still loves you."
Wen Ai mumbled and changed several paths one after another, and the man persisted in pushing him every time, like cocklebur sticking to woolen pants, he couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard he tried.
Wen Ai stopped walking, put his arms in his arms, raised his head and stared at the man: "Brother Ghost, please stop following me like a ghost."
The man was delighted when he heard it, and pointed at himself: "Brother Ghost?"
Wen Ai's eyes slid from the man's attractive peach eyes to his two thin lips, and concluded: "Bao Xingxiang, a romantic ghost."
"Hahaha, you are such a treasure!" The man raised his head and laughed heartily, "Judging people by their appearance and yet being so righteous, how can I die in a romantic way, I was clearly wronged to death by you."
Wen Ai started to compare Zhen'er, and pointed at him: "Where did you wrong you? You pull into your arms whenever you see someone, am I wrong?"
The man wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and looked at him with interest: "Let me think about it, except for the rhubarb I raised, you are the only one who has ever slipped into my arms, missed my clean body, slept You took away your innocence as soon as you woke up, and you accused me of being a disciple in the end."
The man rested his chin in thought: "Should I go to the Yamen to beat drums and complain?"
There were too many slots in his upside-down words, Wen Ai didn't know where to start to refute for a while, held back for a long time, and finally pushed the man hard: "I'm sick!"
"Why do you keep doing it!" The man stepped back a few steps before standing still, and stretched out his hand to pull down his collar, revealing the teeth marks on his neck, "Look, the place where you bit me just now is not healed yet."
Wen Ai glanced at it. The circle of teeth marks was indeed still red, and the skin was torn in two places, with blood oozing out. He took out a small porcelain bottle and threw it over: "Take it and wipe it."
The man caught the small porcelain bottle, pulled out the cork, and shook the mouth of the bottle under his nose. He raised his eyebrows: "The best muscle-creating ointment, are you from Yinxian Valley?"
Wen Ai snorted: "If you know, why don't you hurry up and get out? Be careful that I will put you on the black list in the valley. In the future, anyone who is related to you will not be rescued."
"Black list?" The man understood now, and cupped his hands towards Wen Ai with a smile on his face, "So it's Guzhu Yin, I'm disrespectful and disrespectful. I'm Zhuo Yiqing, the young master of Juanyun Villa, twenty-three this year, not yet marriage."
Wen Ai opened his eyes wide: "You are Zhuo Yi..."
Zhuo Yiqing approached him with a smile: "Master Xiao Gu knew me—huh? What are you doing?"
Wen Ai opened Zhuo Yiqing's lapel and poked her head in to look inside. While looking, she reached in and took out: "Give me back my medicine."
Zhuo Yiqing lowered his head to look at the little head that was about to fall into his clothes, he couldn't laugh or cry and said, "How can you go back after giving it to me?"
"Where did you hide?" Wen Ai continued to rummage, his soft little hands groping across his chest.
"Little cutie is so enthusiastic, but—" Zhuo Yiqing's heavenly smell suddenly became stronger, "I'm going to be set on fire by you."
"Oh!" Wen Ai covered his nose and jumped back a long way, "Why do you let out your breath so casually, didn't your father teach you how to control it!"
Zhuo Yiqing tidied up the messy skirts in a slow manner, and turned back into the handsome Mr. Jia. He looked at Wen Ai leisurely: "Your nose is quite good. Generally speaking, it is difficult for Zedui to notice this. kind of smell."
Wen Ai bit the bullet and admitted it: "I practiced it when I was studying medicine."
"Really? I also have a good nose." Zhuo Yiqing leaned forward, took a deep breath close to Wen Ai's neck, and said faintly, "I can smell many things that others can't."
Wen Ai almost reached out to cover the scent glands on the back of his neck reflexively, but fortunately he reacted in time and stood still: "Zedui has no smell, no matter how good your nose is, you can't smell any flowers. "
"That's not necessarily true." Zhuo Yiqing straightened up, her eyes darted around Wen Ai's hair, and she smiled mysteriously, "It smells like peonies."
On the way back to Bieyuan, Wen Ai couldn't let go of his heart. He was worried that Zhuo Yiqing could really smell that he was Dikun, but his fragrance wasn't like peony flowers
Wen Ai struggled all the way, and when he returned to the room, he sat at the table and poured several cups of tea.
Die and Unrescue knocked on the door and came in. The two big men were winking there, and they didn't speak for a long time.
Wen Ai was worrying, and put the teacup on the table: "I have something to say."
Buzhi used black hands behind his back to push Bujiu out. Bujiu looked at Wen Ai's face bitterly, and said cautiously: "Master Gu, there is a flower on your head..."
Wen Ai was taken aback, and touched his head, and found a peony flower from his temple hair, which was inserted by Zhuo Yiqing at the beginning.
No wonder Zhuo Yiqing said mysteriously that he smelled the scent of peonies, but he purposely kept silent to remind him, letting himself walk all the way back with such a big beautiful flower, really, really—
Wen Ai threw the peony flower to the ground, so angry!
The Blade Appreciation Conference will officially start tomorrow. Representatives from various sects and factions have already moved into the Sanchi Pavilion one after another. In the evening, the Sanchi Pavilion will hold a banquet as usual, gathering all the famous people in the rivers and lakes. got together.
"Hidden Immortal Valley Yin Valley Master has arrived—"
Wen Ai walked into the banquet hall, eyes from all directions swept over him.
Everyone thought to themselves: This is the new Guzhu, who is so young, and the childishness on his body has not been completely removed. But looking at it, he is much more talkative than the iceberg face of the previous one. It looks like a simple-minded person, and he will definitely not do such terrible things as the previous one, such as closing the valley for three years at every turn.
This is what a benevolent doctor should look like!
Wen Ai followed the maid who led the way, bypassed the female disciples at the table of the Luoxia Sect, passed the Shaolin monks sitting in a circle around the plain seats, and finally arrived at the main table at the head of the hall.
The people sitting at this table are basically the core of the entire martial arts world. Wen Ai greeted them one by one, respected seniors, unparalleled heroes, outstanding rookies...
Wait, rookie's amorous eyes—
Zhuo Yiqing smiled and pulled away the chair beside her, and said in a familiar tone, "Qian Shuang, come and sit down."
What are you doing so affectionately? I'm not familiar with you at all.
Wen Ai was about to speak, but was cut off first.
"It turns out that Guzhu Yin and Yiqing have known each other for a long time, so very good, so very good." Zhuo Zhuo looked at Wen Ai kindly, "Guzhu Yin came here for the first time, and he is young. I am afraid that there is nothing to talk about with us old antiques. , with my talkative kid accompanying me, this meal can be more interesting."
Others at the table also echoed, Wen Ai had no choice but to sit down beside Zhuo Yiqing.
Zhuo Yiqing took the initiative to help Wen Ai fill the wine glass, Wen Ai picked it up and sniffed it, then turned her head and asked him, "Why is it tea?"
Zhuo Yiqing raised her eyebrows: "Do you want to drink?"
"No." Wen Ai shook his head, "I just want to make sure that you did it with good intentions, or if you didn't pay attention and made a mistake."
Zhuo Yiqing looked at him with interest: "So, you have wronged me again."
Wen Ai looked serious: "For you, I'd rather be wronged a hundred times than miss one."
"You prejudice..." Zhuo Yiqing shook her head with a smile, and raised her glass, "Well, let's drink for your prejudice!"
Wen Ai clinked glasses with him, raised his head and drank it down, and turned the glass upside down when he was done, to show that he drank not a drop.
Zhuo Yiqing was so amused by his teasing that the corners of his mouth were almost grinning, he couldn't help touching Wen Ai's head with his hand: "What did you eat to grow up, why are you so cute! "
Wen Ai reached under the table and twisted Zhuo Yiqing's thigh, and said in a low voice, "Be careful with the public!"
Zhuo Yiqing "hissed" in pain, withdrew his hands and sat upright, and sent a voice transmission to Wen Ai: "Why do I feel that we are like wild mandarin ducks who have an affair? It's so shameful."
Wen Ai is proficient in the art of Qi Huang, but his martial arts are not very good, and he is not good at the skills that talents with deep inner strength can show off, such as sound transmission. But in front of this big table of bigwigs, he couldn't say some things directly, so he could only hold back his breath and gave Zhuo Yiqing a warning look: "Shut up."
Zhuo Yiqing immediately pursed her lips and winked at him.
Wen Ai breathed a sigh of relief.
The Sanchi Pavilion is rich and powerful, so it is natural to entertain guests with delicacies from mountains and seas. Seeing that there was a table full of delicacies, it was a coincidence that all the appetizers were gathered in front of Wen Ai, and he picked up a chopstick on each plate, and his appetite was whetted, but the big fish and meat were far away. He was too embarrassed to stand up to pick up vegetables, so he could only dryly pick up the white rice in the bowl.
Wen Ai was counting rice grains one by one with his head down, when a big shiny chicken drumstick suddenly fell into his bowl, he raised his head in surprise, Zhuo Yiqing was looking at him with a smile, and the chopsticks in his hand moved a few times out of thin air : "Whatever you want to eat, I'll make it for you."
Wen Ai hesitated for a while, and finally felt that filling his stomach was the most important thing: "I want that shrimp."
Zhuo Yiqing stretched out his long arms, and dumped shrimp into Wen Ai's bowl with a chopstick.
Wen Ai: "There's also the steamed fish over there."
Zhuo Yiqing picked out the softest piece of meat under the belly of the fish and gave it to him.
Wen Ai soon stopped being polite to him, and ordered what he wanted to eat with his mouth, while Zhuo Yiqing pointed at where to put it, and the chopsticks could reach no matter how far away it was.
The two of them were using a pair of chopsticks, and everyone at the table was watching. The Golden Pavilion Master of the Sanchi Pavilion couldn't help but tease: "It's the first time I see Yiqing taking care of people like this, it's rare!"
While helping Wen Ai serve the soup, Zhuo Yiqing replied with a smile: "Uncle Jin, don't say that, don't I think his hands are too short to reach?"
After the soup was served, Zhuo Yiqing handed the bowl to Wen Ai, held it up for a long time, but he refused to take it.
Wen Ai: "My hands are short and I can't reach them."
Zhuo Yiqing was overjoyed: "Is it so short? Then brother, hello."
As he said that, Zhuo Yiqing stirred the bowl with a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of soup to be fed, and in full view of everyone, Wen Ai didn't hide, nor did he hide, and finally he was forcefully poured down a spoonful of soup.
Zhuo Yiqing was addicted to feeding, and took out a piece of pork belly from the soup: "Come, eat some meat."
"I'll do it myself." Wen Ai stretched out his hand to snatch the bowl and the spoon back together, Zhuo Yiqing nimbly avoided his hand, and grinned at him: "Let me do it, aren't you short-handed?"
Wen Ai held his breath in his chest.
You can be proud of yourself now, wait until the plot point in a few days, see if I don’t take you back to the valley to toss to death, then hang nine locks on the door of the small black room, and you will be called If you don't respond every day, you will make the ground ineffective.