The tender green sprouts were protected by delicate hands, and finally stopped shaking and were extremely stable.
The girl squinted slightly, her dark eyes slid over the broken dragon jade on the boy's waist, and her voice was shallow.
"I want to borrow something from you."
= =
The Evil Spirit Mountain was born, and the world shook. [Rank] sent thousands of elites to Evil Spirit Mountain, and various factions also sent their own elites.
Lingxi Peak was summoning its disciples to go to Evil Spirit Mountain, and Gu Peijiu was also among them.
Back Mountain.
System: "You're not going to Evil Spirit Mountain?!!"
Xia Ge was frightened by the screams of the system, so she rubbed her temples and took a bite of the apple, "I won't go."
"Why!!?" The system couldn't believe it, if it had a hand, it would definitely pinch Xia Ge's neck, "Shen Soul!! Soul Soul Wushuang!! Ancient clothing charm Soul Soul Wushuang! With Soul Soul, you can directly Upgrade to a big puppet master—"
Xia Ge's nibbling on the apple paused slightly, "Then what?"
After a heavy rain last night, the wind was light and light.
System: "...Then you can be even more powerful... No, you can't be so reckless. Hey."
Xia Ge said solemnly, "I am the commander, Senior Sister is not here, I am optimistic about Dan Feng."
System: "Excuse! Excuse!"
Xia Ge broke the jar and threw it: "Okay, I'm afraid of death and don't want to go."
System: "..." is a loser.
Little Acacia wrapped around her wrist, her movements were gentle, Xia Ge stared at Acacia, thinking about what Senior Sister said that day, her eyes dimmed slightly.
It's not that I don't want to go, it's just that if I go... I still don't know how to deal with it.
"Let's go, go to class."
Xia Ge threw the finished apple core into the basket and turned to go to the school.
In the school, Xia Ge saw Mao Qing sitting in her seat at a glance. She held her cheeks and drew something on the paper, looking very focused.
Feeling Xia Ge's gaze, Mao Qing raised her head and narrowed her eyes, "Yo, rare guest."
Xia Ge: "… "
She hasn't come to class for a few days.
"...What are you painting?" Xia Ge thought of the previous events and felt a little uncomfortable, but after thinking about it, he still spoke naturally.
"Draw something interesting." Mao Qing didn't hide it, she spread out the drawing paper, and her long eyelashes covered the dark color at the bottom of her eyes.
Xia Ge glanced at it and was suddenly stunned.
It was a teenager.
He closed his eyes, wore a blood-colored headband, and put on his night clothes. He sat with his legs crossed on the branches of the sycamore, quietly blending into the night. He had a dark sickle on his back, and his pale slender right finger was hooked. A jade flute was on his lips, and it seemed to be playing, and a blood-stained moon was hanging over his head.
This picture has only been drawn halfway, there seems to be something under the plane tree, but it has not been drawn.
The jade flute is vividly depicted by a slender brush, the porcelain-white jade-colored flute body, and the bloody color of the flute is meticulously outlined with a red pen.
Xia Ge's fist clenched and loosened again, his face pale.
"I had a dream yesterday." Mao Qing held her chin, "I dreamed that you looked like this, so handsome."
That flute... it's the Bahuang flute!
But Mao Qing had never seen the Bahuang Di!
How can you dream of something you have never seen before!
"What's wrong with you? Your expression is not very good?" Mao Qing looked at her strangely, "Am I not good at drawing?"
Xia Ge: "No, it's fine."
The corners of Mao Qing's lips were dyed with a smile, "I also think it's pretty good, especially this flute, I think I'm very good at drawing—"
"Have you seen it before?" Xia Ge suddenly asked, after a pause, "...I mean, this flute."
"No."
"How can you dream if you haven't seen it?"
"Why can't I dream of it? I also dreamed of Baimeng Cave." Mao Qing said of course, "I haven't seen it before."
Xia Ge: "… "
No, where is wrong, there must be something wrong.
But can't find, can't find-
Did she think too much again
"Do you like this painting?" Mao Qing chuckled, looking at the pale face of the young man, the eyes under the eyelashes were slightly deep, "It seems that you like it very much."
She heard the strange timbre of the flute controlling the spirits at the tombstone in the back mountain, and it really came from the Eight Desolate flutes.
The Eight Desolate Flutes are in the hands of this child.
It would be even better if this child had the Eight Desolate Flute on him.
Moreover, Gu Peijiu has already gone to Evil Spirit Mountain...
Xia Ge said: "You are really good at drawing."
Xia Ge was a little restless all day, all the pictures in Mao Qing's hand and the Eight Desolate Flutes were all in his mind.
After the Master finished the class, he posted the summoning order of Evil Spirit Mountain on the wall, "Sign up if you are willing to go."
Mao Qing raised her hand and smiled, "Master, I'm going."
Xia Ge looked at her sideways, with more and more doubts in her heart, but she couldn't find the thread—why did Mao Qing suddenly want to go to Evil Spirit Mountain
Xia Ge: "You..."
Mao Qing rolled her eyes, "Do you want to go with me?"
"It's too dangerous." Xia Gelily looked back, "Don't go."
"Risk can bring benefits." Mao Qing said, "Maybe it can be found."
Xia Ge: "… "
She didn't think she could pick up the slack in such a mighty crowd.
The next day, sunny. Mao Qing set off for Evil Spirit Mountain.
Xia Ge thought about Bahuangdi and that painting all night, but she always felt that something was wrong, but as Mao Qing said, she had also dreamed of Baimeng Cave before...
Thinking about it, I can't think of anything for granted.
... It doesn't matter, Mao Qing is just treating it as a dream anyway.
Back Mountain.
"I don't know what happened to my sister..."
Xia Ge finished playing the flute, feeling a little melancholy.
System: "Go, go to Evil Spirit Mountain and see."
"If I go, it will only be a hindrance." Xia Ge is truthful, "Senior sister is so strong."
I didn't realize what the concept of SS was before, now...
Sister.
Great teacher.
… The senior sister who has always been standing in front of her.
He vaguely remembered that somewhat crazy kiss, Xia Ge's heart skipped a beat, and he was a little dazed.
it's OK.
Not annoying at all.
But can she really like girls
His heart was beating steadily as he stroked his chest.
At least... that kiss, not annoying.
- I'll take you home.
The heart beat suddenly and fast.
The Silver Ring had spent a few points to upgrade the system, and the teleportation stone and flute could be put down. As if covering up something, Xia Ge put the items away and looked at the sky quietly.
Wait until the sister comes back.
Anyway.
If you don't like it, try...
what to try.
I was in a daze when suddenly, a dead leaf butterfly quietly flew by in front of my eyes. In a lush green, this dead leaf butterfly is very eye-catching.
It flutters in the air lightly, spinning like a elf, dancing leisurely.
beautiful.
There is a magic power that makes people unable to take their eyes off, Xia Ge stared, unconsciously, fascinated.
The Dead Leaf Butterfly flew towards her.
Xia Ge stretched out her finger, and the dead leaf butterfly gently stayed at her fingertips.
The system still didn't understand why Xia Ge didn't go to Evil Spirit Mountain all of a sudden, and complained on the side: "Why didn't you go
Collecting so many clues, don’t go if you don’t want to go, don’t you really like to give up halfway—”
The dead leaf butterfly has a decadent beauty.
After the system murmured and complained, it suddenly felt that something was wrong.
... Ever since Xia Ge saw the butterfly, she hadn't said a word again.
"Host?"
The system called out hesitantly.
There was no reply.
"Host?!"
Xia Ge just stared at the butterfly, his eyes empty.
The butterfly moved, it flew up, leisurely, Xia Ge had been leaning on the tree lazily before, the butterfly flew up, she subconsciously wanted to stand up and go.
… do not go.
The foot slipped, the sky was spinning, and the sense of weightlessness increased sharply, and the person who fell, even lost the instinct to activate the ghost shadow!
The system suddenly felt bad, it was controlled by something!
However, it could no longer recall the unconscious Xia Ge, because the moment the girl fell down the tree, it also lost all perception.
At the last moment, Xia Ge did not fall to the ground, but fell into a warm embrace. At the same time, it heard a gentle and sweet voice.
In an instant, an inexplicable chill instantly covered all limbs and bones.
Xia Ge's pupils shrank, staring at the butterfly falling in front of her eyes, disappearing into ashes,
"No." Don't disappear.
"… good."
Afterwards, it was dark.
= =
After Chu Yao finished dealing with the day's affairs, it was time to hold the lantern.
She pushed open the door of the study, the sky was starless and moonless, the drizzle fell, Chu Yao raised her eyes, and in the dark night, under the dim yellow lantern, a thin peach blossom burst out.
Chu Yao stared at the peach blossom and snorted.
The peach blossoms are blooming.
- The peach blossoms of Lingxi Peak have not yet bloomed.
In April, the world is full of fragrance, and the peach blossoms of the mountain temple begin to bloom.
If you want to see the peach blossoms of Lingxi Peak, that kid will probably have to wait for a long time.
Just thinking about it, she saw a paper crane coming through the heavy rain with a paper letter in her hand. Aura lingered on her body. Chu Yao's eyes lit up slightly, and she reached out. The paper crane gently landed on her fingertips and placed the letter. Put it in her hands, and then dissipated into a cloud of aura.
Sending paper cranes, paper cranes that only senders and recipients can see.
Chu Yao went back to her study and was about to open the letter when she heard hurried footsteps. She paused and put the letter in her sleeve. After a while, someone pushed open the door and said in a hurried voice, "Miss—"
It was the old butler.
Chu Yao let out an "um", and rubbed the letter in her sleeve with her fingertips, "What's the matter?"
"Evil Spirit Mountain was born—"
The old housekeeper's voice was trembling and excited, "Miss, the major families have already sent people over, do you want to…"
"I know about this." Chu Yao said in a light voice, "However, it has nothing to do with us."
The old housekeeper was stunned for a moment, in disbelief, "Miss?!"
Do you want to hand over the ancient costume charm to people
"I have my own plans for this matter, so you don't have to ask again." Chu Yao said.
The Evil Spirit Mountain was born, and the world knows it. It is true that ancient clothes are attractive, but…
Always a little weird.
"..." The old butler sighed wearily, "Miss, I know you are worried about your master's body, but now is the time for the survival of the family..."
The charm of ancient clothes, once the Chu family has two pieces - they can completely turn the tables!
"It's a time of crisis." Chu Yao's voice was calm, "I can't act rashly."
The candlelight flickered, lining the girl's face with a calm and composed face, and there was already a hint of a family owner's style.
The old butler was silent for a while, bowed his head, and said respectfully, "Yes."
The old housekeeper left the study, his back gradually drifting away. Chu Yao paused, took out the envelope in her sleeve and opened it.
"The peach blossoms in Lingxi have not bloomed."
"Life is hard."
The juvenile's nib is delicate, and Chu Yao can even remember the frown when he wrote this sentence, "I can't ask for it."
Chu Yao thought, this kid is really girly, just peach blossoms, what can't you ask for
After a pause, she thought again, the peach blossoms on the mountain can't bloom, but the peach blossoms in Chang'an are full of spring, if you really want to see peach blossoms—
Not impossible.
She continued to look down, watching, holding the letter paper, and unconsciously tightened her hand.
"… a girl said she liked me."
The young man seemed to be hesitant to write here, the nib stopped for a long time, and the soft rice paper was stained with ink marks.
"I feel like I like her, but... it's too superficial."
The young man considered the words and tried his best to express his tangled feelings, "Being presumptuous, hurting others and hurting yourself, we have a dialect, um..."
"A love that can't get married, pulling hands is a hooligan."
"Although I'm very good, I'm a decent person and I've never been a hooligan."
Chu Yao: "..."