Chu nightning tied the ponytail, and went outside to wash the dishes, three dishes, and he did not see him enter the house after washing for a long time.
The ink burned sitting on the bed, a little restless, fingers unconsciously digging the seams of the bed, and looking out of the window from time to time.
How to do.
he was thinking.
How should I sleep tonight
This is a seemingly simple question that is actually fatal.
Mo Ran can't be sure of Chu Wanning's mind, and he is at war between heaven and man, and desire and reason are in full swing.
At this time, the warm curtain was lifted, and Chu nightning took the chill outside and returned to the house with the washed bowl. He glanced at the ink burning sitting beside the bed, the candle flame crackled, his eyes seemed to be a little subtle, but the next moment his eyes fell, the ink burning never had time to see clearly, he had turned his back on himself and sat at the table side.
"Master isn't sleeping yet?"
As soon as the words came out, I felt lost. No matter how I heard it, I felt like a man who was so thirsty that he could no longer be thirsty, eagerly inviting his lover to bed and rest.
Chu nightning did not look back, and said lightly: "I still have some things to do. You sleep first when you are sleepy."
"I'm not sleepy either." Mo Ran said, "What is the teacher going to do? I'll help you."
"You can't help, I want to make more Ningyin Begonia flowers tonight." Chu nightning said, raised his hand, and folded his fingertips together, condensing a golden and delicate Begonia, and placed it by the table.
This kind of Haitang is formed by Chu Wanning's spiritual power, and it can receive short words for communication. This is his unique secret technique, and others can't follow it.
But the ink burned a little puzzled. He came to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down, with his strong arms resting on the back of the chair, and his chin resting on his arms.
"Master, what are you doing this for?"
"Sell it."
"Um?"
Hearing the slight surprise in the sound of the ink burning, Chu nightning raised his eyelids and glanced at him lightly: "Our money is not enough to stay in Feihua Island for seven days, isn't that Sun Sanniang going to do business? Then I will do it with her, Ningyin. Haitang is undefeated all year round, and the golden light is bright. Look at her covered in gold and silver jewelry, which is not shining, I think she just likes shiny things. When it's done, I will sell it on the street tomorrow, and I will see if she wants it."
Mo Ran couldn't help laughing: "Master wants to... sell flowers?"
Chu nightning's face changed slightly. He probably didn't want to put himself and the big girls who sold white orchids in the alley together. He said very bluntly: "The flowers made by magic can't be counted as flowers."
"Then I'll sell it with you tomorrow."
Chu nightning did not say a word, bowed his head and quickly condensed four or five flowers, and then muffled: "As long as you are not ashamed."
"Where is the shame?" Mo Ran picked up one of them and smelled it. The flowers were very light and had no fragrance. The flowing appearance of Huaguang was very graceful and unique. The golden light reflected on his handsome face and dark eyelashes. He smiled. "Then Sanniang Sun is afraid that she will cry and beg Shizun to sell it to her. How much does Shizun plan to sell one?"
"One hundred flowers won't cost too much spiritual power. How about selling three copper plates for one?"
Ink burning: "..."
Chu nightning glanced at him again, frowned slightly, and hesitated: "More?"
Mo Ran sighed, didn't say much, didn't say less, just said: "Tomorrow, don't ask for a price, I'll sell it."
"Why? The flowers I make, I set my own prices."
"Three copper plates." Mo Ran stretched out three fingers and swayed in front of Chu Wanning, crying and laughing, "Master, you are Beidou Xianzun, this is your night Begonia, something that the comprehension world can't ask for, You sell three coppers?"
"No one asked me for it. Apart from being beautiful and capable of sound transmission, this thing has no other uses. I think the price is about the same."
The ink burned to be laughed at by him: "Then, you sell it to me, okay? I'll give you the money right now."
Chu nightning stopped, a half-frozen Begonia flower lost the support of spiritual flow, and a golden petal fell. He actually stretched out his palm and said lightly: "Deal."
"… "
The ink burned for a while, and went to touch the purse. Then I remembered that the remaining money on myself and Chu nightning had been squeezed out by the old turtle, and I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
When I raised my eyes, I saw that Chu nightning looked at himself with a smile, and he couldn't help but be even more embarrassed. He muttered: "Master has long known that I have no money, and..."
Chu nightning thought he was funny, and said: "You praised Haikou yourself and said you want to buy me."
"I… "
Halfway through, he swallowed it silently.
Because suddenly I felt that what Chu nightning said was somewhat ambiguous.
Chu nightning should have said "buy my flowers", but he was lazy, and the words were not finished. It sounded like Mo Ran wanted to spend two silver coins to buy the man in front of him, and Mo Ran's heartbeat was a few beats faster.
He didn't look at Chu Wanning's eyes, for fear that the other party would see some of his own rebellious thoughts. But he looked down at his hand for a while, and suddenly found that Chu nightning had just washed the bowl outside for a long time, and abruptly washed the hot water into ice water, and the fingertips were frozen red.
The ink burned and didn't have time to think about it, and almost habitually, he held the five fingers that were stretched out on the table.
Chu nightning was shocked. He was pretending to be calm and stretched out his hand to ask for money. The money didn't come, but he suddenly fell into a pair of warm and generous palms. The temperature of the palms was just right, but he was like He was scalded by the soldering iron and pulled away suddenly.
"doing what?!"
"… "
Mo Ran didn't have that dirty mind originally, he really just wanted to warm up Chu Wanning and felt distressed.
But when he encountered such a big reaction, he never expected it, and he was stunned for a while.
The two looked at each other under the dim candlelight, and suddenly the candle burst into tears, breaking the dead silence.
Chu nightning knew that he was too sensitive, and he became more and more embarrassed.
Mo Ran looked at his silent look, and the young seedling in his heart grew stronger and stronger, trying to stretch his soft little body, scratching his chest even more itchy.
"Master..."
Chu nightning: "..."
"Are you..." Halfway through his words, he stopped, he didn't know what was waiting for him in front of him, and his reason finally made him rein in the precipice, and he didn't continue talking.
But Rao didn't finish his question, Chu nightning still said hard: "No."
The ink burned for a while: "What's not?"
"No matter what you say, the answer is no." Chu nightning frowned and raised sharp thorns, like a cat who grinned and defended his territory, not letting strangers approach, "Take your hand away."
The ink burned and took his hand away and continued to rest on the back of the chair, looking very honest.
Chu nightning continued to condense the flowers and finished the Begonia that had just dropped a petal. He was a little sullen, and the sullen contained more helplessness. After a while, the ink burned and said: "Master, in fact, I just, I just wanted to ask, are you cold, and I want to give you... a warm hand."
"I'm not cold."
Liar, the hand I just touched was clearly ice.
I think it's really embarrassing for the two to sit like this. Chu nightning said: "If you have nothing to do, just sleep and take you to sell flowers tomorrow."
"… "
He used to say things like "Take you to practice", "Take you to meditate" and "Take you to read books".
Take you to sell flowers or something...
The ink burned and wanted to hold back, but he didn't hold back too much. There was a smile in the black eyes, reflecting the people in the candlelight, and the nasal voice made a shallow "um", but he was not willing to move.
"Go to sleep."
The ink burned and glanced at the bed.
He decided that he couldn't sleep earlier than Chu Wanning.
Since he is not sure whether he should sleep on the bed or make a floor, then see what Chu Wanning means. If he sleeps in the inner position and obviously makes room for himself, then sleep on the bed.
If Chu nightning is lying in the center, then... ah, then he will be honest.
The ink burned with a bad idea, but his face was red: "I won't sleep first."
"What are you sitting for?" Chu nightning frowned.
As soon as the ink burned up, the slender five fingers folded together, and he volleyed out a fiery red butterfly with spiritual power.
Chu nightning: "..."
"Sell money." Mo Ran smiled, flicked his fingertips, the fiery butterfly flew up, and fell into the begonia flower pile that Chu nightning put aside, dived in, and pollinated the butterfly wings that flowed fluorescently, In and out of Huaxin, "I'm more expensive, my black heart, ten gold for one."
Chu nightning watched the unsightly butterfly flying around, stopped on his begonia flower, and licked the delicate pink stamen.
Chu nightning's face turned black.
"Ink Rain!!"
"… What's wrong?"
He was so angry that he didn't know what to say, how to say it.
In the end, he was suppressed, and he said hoarsely, "Three coppers for one, no more."
The ink burned and laughed.
After laughing for a while, he pulled out a fiery red butterfly and handed it over, and the butterfly gently landed on the begonia flower at the tip of Chu Wanning's fingertips.
"I sell it to others for ten gold. I think this price is very suitable."
"Then you sell it to me!" Chu night Ning sighed and said viciously, "I will sell it again, in short, it can't be more expensive than my Haitang."
After thinking for a while, he added another sentence: "But I don't have any money on me. I'll give it to you when I get back to life and death."
Mo Ran smiled and pulled out the third butterfly. He took a breath. The butterfly danced around Chu Wanning, and Mo Ran rested on his wheat-colored sturdy arm, and said gently: "What do you say?"
"... Do you still want to say that there is no credit?" Chu nightning raised his chin slightly, his eyebrows were still annoyed and wet, but his expression was very arrogant. He thought about it, if the ink burned really dared to say no credit, then himself Dingdang should take out the ceremonies of a teacher and discipline this man who knows nothing.
The man who did not know the heights of the sky smiled more clearly. He pears deeply and his nasal voice is shallow, and said: "No, I want to say..."
what you want to say
Chu night Ning is waiting in a strict line, majestic.
"You buy me." The man didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and the word Lingdie was omitted, so the words became so vague and ambiguous. He leaned on his arm and stared at Chu Wanning earnestly. He smiled softly, "I'll sell it to you for no money."
I didn't expect such an answer.
Chu nightning was stunned, and his face suddenly turned red.
It was very late at night, Lingdie and Haitang had piled up the house, and they had already sold enough. But none of them got up to go to bed first.
Needless to say about the burning of the ink, he intends to see Chu Wanning's sleeping method, and see the machine again. Although Chu nightning doesn't know his plan, he is not stupid. He has no idea in his heart and wants to know what the ink will do tonight.
Will he sleep on the ground... or in bed
Although this man made him feel more and more dangerous, if Mo Ran really lay on the bed, he didn't plan to drive him away.
He can even perceive the hidden hope in his heart, hoping to see Mo Ran get up sleepily, say "sleepy", and then lie down on the bed.
- Why is he still not sleeping! !
Chu nightning and Mo Ran, while twisting flowers and butterflies, thought anxiously.
Go to sleep, lie down on the bed first, and I'll...
"Master."
"Um?"
"Are you tired? It's too late, why don't you rest first?"
"No, I'm used to it."
So another hour passed.
"Ink burns."
"Um?"
"Why are you still sitting?"
"I'll condense more butterflies. If Shizun is sleepy, go to sleep first, and I'll wait."
Chu nightning tried his best to endure the desire to yawn, and restrained his back molars, because he couldn't sleep for two consecutive nights, his eyes were a little red, and he was still stubborn: "I'm not sleepy."
Ink burning: "..."
I don't know how long it took, the butterflies and begonias in the house were almost piled into the ocean, golden and red intertwined, dazzling, the ink burned a little groggy and raised his head, suddenly stunned.
Chu nightning is so tired that he has fallen asleep on the table.
There was still half of the unformed Begonia flower on his finger. The petals trembled slightly with his breathing, and the ink burned over. He lightly picked the half of the remaining flower, put it on the table, and then picked him up. —
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There was still half of the unformed Begonia flower on his finger. The petals trembled slightly with his breathing, and the ink burned over. He lightly picked the half of the remaining flower, put it on the table, and then picked him up. —
Start the follow-up! !
Then, he picked him up and threw it on the floor.
Then, he picked him up and slapped him up.
Then, he picked him up and sank into the sea in anger.
Then, he picked him up, it was a Thomas manoeuvre.
Then, he picked him up and threw him to the ceiling.
Then, he picked him up, and the burning hand was broken.
Then, he picked him up and flashed to the waist of the burning ink.
Then, he picked him up and threw it out as a medicine ball.
Then, I picked him up. Well, the No. 10 athlete, Mo Weiyu, achieved this lift perfectly without slipping. The difficulty factor was 0.5. It can be said that it was very smooth. This is our athletic career for Mo Weiyu. A big step in history!
After that, I picked him up, took off his robe and undershirt, and put him on the bed... What are you thinking? Sprinkle salt and soy sauce and knead repeatedly. After marinating for fifteen minutes, put it on the fire and bake it until golden and crispy. It's gone! !