Shen Wanqing felt speechless.
She turned around and stared at Zeng Ziyun's eyes very seriously for a while, and Zeng Ziyun also stared at herself very seriously.
The atmosphere was so stalemate for a long time.
In the end, Shen Wanqing sighed, put her hand on Zeng Ziyun's shoulder, and persuaded her very heartily: "You should give up."
Zeng Ziyun's complexion changed, her eyes were red with anger, "You look down on me?"
...no, how did you come to this conclusion.
"I mean," Shen Wanqing tried to explain, "Xie Wuyan is not the kind of person you can approach."
Zeng Ziyun gritted her teeth and clenched her fist: "So you are threatening me now, right?"
Shen Wanqing felt that this person was a bit difficult to communicate with: "I didn't..."
"No need to explain!"
Zeng Ziyun patted Shen Wanqing's hand away and said in a cold tone, "No matter how hard you stop me, I will not give up, you should just die. By the way, I advise you, a person like you who is unscrupulous, no matter what. If you stick by Mr. Xie's side, he won't like you either."
After speaking, he stomped his foot and turned his head away.
Seeing the back of Zeng Ziyun leaving, Shen Wanqing fell into contemplation.
Why does this scene seem familiar.
It's like a simple silly white sweet chasing after the male god he likes bravely, and then being stopped by a cold and vicious female supporting actor and saying, "You give up as soon as possible, he is not someone you can approach."
...Emotions go around in a circle, and I am still a vicious female supporting role.
"Wait, why are you standing there stupidly?" Ji Feichen, who heard the sound, shouted softly.
Shen Wanqing responded and trotted to the table to sit down.
Ji Feichen scooped up a bowl of chicken soup and placed it in front of her. He stretched out his hand to brush the broken hair on her forehead, frowning and said, "It's hard for you, I've lost a lot of weight these days."
Shen Wanqing, who had gained four or five pounds and almost couldn't even wear a small skirt, was so ashamed that she wanted to bury her head in a bowl.
Only relatives will think you are thin.
Ji Feichen, who wears the "thinner" filter, will feel self-blame at the beginning when he feels distressed. Once he becomes self-blame, he will add vegetables to her bowl like crazy until it piles up into a hill.
Shen Wanqing sat next to her and pinched her chopsticks. She felt embarrassed that she had been living with her mouth open for so long, so she also took some vegetables into Ji Feichen's bowl as if she was grateful.
So the scene turned into two people picking dishes with each other, and not a single chopstick in their bowl moved—
"My sister has worked hard, and my sister eats more."
"No, brother works hard, brother eats more."
Very harmonious and awkward.
But if you look at it from a distance, you will only feel that the atmosphere between the two is very harmonious.
For example, Xie Wuyan was standing upstairs, leaning against the railing and looking at the two downstairs.
He held some crispy cherry fruits in his hands, and he didn't eat them. He tossed them one by one and played with them.
Shen Wanqing is a very good person.
Even if you live in an inn, you will keep your little place in order.
Her room is full of aromatherapy scents, which are made by herself during these idle hours. It smells very comfortable, but it is not offensive. As long as you walk around her room, you will be carried with this smell.
At this moment, Xie Wuyan had some of this smell on his body, which covered the original bloody smell, but it seemed out of place with the dead aura that was all over his body.
At the same time, the original owner of this scent was sitting at the table, smiling with frowning eyes, bowing his head and saying this to the man beside him with joy.
Ji Feichen seemed to see something sticking to the corner of her mouth, so he reluctantly took out the handkerchief and handed it to her.
Shen Wanqing reached out and took it, sweetly thanking him.
"Snapped"
Xie Wuyan didn't even lift his eyelids, the crispy cherry fruit in his hand was crushed.
The Xuanniao, who was keeping his mouth open and preparing to take a bite, was stunned for a while, it swallowed hard, and finally realized that its owner was in a surprisingly bad mood at the moment.
It was even worse than when the group of cultivators hit the palace gate a hundred years ago and burned the flowers he had worked so hard to raise.
Just when Xuan Niao thought that his master might not help but make a noise, he turned around without saying a word and went straight into the house.
...This is probably the tranquility before the storm.
After eating, drinking, and washing up, Shen Wanqing touched her stomach and returned to her room contentedly. She crawled back to the bed and wrapped the quilt. She took out the script from the pillow and prepared to read before going to bed.
Looking at it, she felt a little sleepy.
Tired and sleepy, I fell asleep uncontrollably.
So when Xie Wuyan came to her room, she saw her lying on the bed in a very strange sleeping position, with the pillow kicked under her legs, only half of the quilt covering her body, and a book on her face.
Xie Wuyan stretched out his hand, picked up the book, and glanced up and down.
It reads, "Shangguanqing pulled out Ling Xuejian, and in an instant, the mountains fell and the earth shattered. Her powerful spiritual power made even the evil lord Nangongyan feel timid. She simply pulled out her sword and cut off the monarch. s head… "
What a broken book.
Xie Wuyan moved his fingertips and burned to ashes.
After doing these things, he sat down beside the bed and looked down at Shen Wanqing, who was lying on the bed all over, sleeping very comfortably.
Shen Wanqing slept soundly.
It's summer now, and the weather is starting to get sultry. Even though she only covered half of the quilt, she could always feel a sultry air wrapping her body, making her sleep uneasy.
Just when she was feeling irritated by this sultry heat, she suddenly felt a cold current coming from somewhere.
Almost subconsciously, she rubbed in the direction of the cold air, and then touched something icy cold on her fingertips.
Like a giant ice cube.
Shen Wanqing moved a little in the direction of the ice cube, first put her hand over, then put her head over, and finally shrank into a ball and leaned on it.
Comfortable.
Shen Wanqing was at ease.
As soon as he was at ease, he slept more sweetly.
Xie Wuyan looked at Shen Wanqing who didn't know why, and fell into deep thought.
He was in a bad mood tonight.
So I was going to wake up Shen Wanqing directly and neatly, just like I did countless times before.
But when she saw Shen Wanqing curled up beside him like a kitten, and even put her head on his lap and refused to move it, Xie Wuyan suddenly didn't want to wake her up.
Xie Wuyan stared at her for a while, then stretched out his hand to grab her neck.
Shen Wanqing looked weak, she could hold most of her neck with one hand, as if she could easily break it with a little force.
But in the end, he didn't.
He just moved his hand away slightly, and by the way, brushed away a few strands of broken hair on her face, and rubbed her hair like a cat.
Shen Wanqing grumbled and rubbed his head against his palm.
very itchy.
Xie Wuyan didn't move.
He leaned against the edge of the bed, lowered his eyes and thought for a while, how long he had lived in this world.
It was too long for him to remember.
When I was in Tiandao Palace, every night was spent in a dungeon. Accompanied by the stench of moisture, and the cold chains.
There is a skylight above the dungeon, and it is foggy most of the time.
There are no birds and beasts, and the moon and clouds cannot be seen.
He later escaped from the Tiandao Palace.
For Moyu, he used to be the executioner who brutally hunted and killed his own people as the lackey of Tiandao Palace. For those monks, he was a stubborn, tyrannical villain.
No matter which side, there is no place for him to live.
Heaven does not allow it, and neither does magic.
Everyone said that he was sure to make a mess.
No one had given him a choice before, nor since. Everyone said that, so he did.
He destroyed a place and built his own palace there, and he was alone.
He lived so lonely and peacefully, occasionally stepping on the black bird's back and walking around, mockingly looking at the frightened and frightened expressions of those people when they saw him.
He has been like this for many years.
There was no difference between living and dying to him.
"Ah Autumn"
Shen Wanqing rubbed her nose a little itchy, frowned and sneezed lightly, then changed positions and continued to sleep.
Xie Wuyan looked down at her.
It was the first time someone was beside me like this, and I slept so peacefully. It was the first time.
In this way, he appears to be a normal person.
Shen Wanqing felt that last night was the safest sleep she had slept in these days. Just like sleeping in an air-conditioned room and waking up naturally, the whole person is refreshed.
She rolled over, closed her eyes and stretched.
Then he stretched out his paws and touched something soft and cold.
It looks like hair.
...wait whose hair
Have you encountered a ghost again
Shen Wanqing woke up instantly, she immediately sat upright, hugged the pillow, and opened her eyes vigilantly.
Xie Wuyan leaned against the edge of the bed, with one hand on his knee, his eyes were closed, his thin lips were pursed, and his brows were slightly wrinkled, as if he was taking a nap.
"!!!"
Shen Wanqing was stupid.
It's better than meeting a ghost.
Feeling took this ancestor as a humanoid pillow for one night yesterday
She held the pillow and stared at Xie Wuyan for a while, and when she saw that he didn't move at all, she cautiously crawled over and stretched out her hand to test his breath.
Still gas and gas.
Just when she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Xie Wuyan's eyelashes moved slightly, raised his eyelids, and looked at her.
Shen Wanqing was startled, she immediately retracted her hand, and waited for a while, waiting for the ancestor to take the initiative to speak.
But after waiting for a long time, he found that he didn't seem to mean to speak, and just looked at himself so quietly.
The situation is deadlocked.
Shen Wanqing thought about it for a long time, and felt that if she didn't say anything, the two of them could stare at each other for a day.
She took a deep breath, then took out the pillow from her arms, stood up and placed it behind Xie Wuyan's head, and then pulled out the quilt to cover him perfunctorily.
Then he slowly crawled over him, stepped on his shoes and stood firm, turned around and bowed to him: "Okay, you can continue to sleep."
Xie Wuyan: "…"
I see you as less normal than me.