Shen Wanqing firmly believes that as long as she moves fast enough, there will be no chance of rejection.
So she quickly laid the floor next to Xie Wuyan's bed, patted the pillow, then took out the special sleep mask she had sewed in the past few days and put it on, then rolled into the quilt, wrapping her whole body into a round shape. ball.
Then she didn't forget to probe her head out and greeted in a very hypocritical tone: "Good night, Brother Xie, have a good rest today, I will feel distressed if I don't sleep well."
Then quickly shrank back.
...this guy is quite capable.
Xie Wuyan held up his arms and leaned against the door to watch her torment.
You can guess it just by guessing. Although I don't know who ordered her to do things, it is obvious that when she makes such a fuss, 80% is coming to follow her.
Shen Wanqing noticed Xie Wuyan's back-burning eyes, so she closed her eyes tightly, and made a "huhu" sound very deliberately, pretending to be asleep.
As long as your skin is thick enough, you won't be kicked out.
Xie Wuyan laughed angrily.
He stepped closer and stopped beside Shen Wanqing.
Shen Wanqing continued to activate the dead skinning skill, her whole body tensed, but she remained motionless.
"are you asleep?"
"...I fell asleep. I fell asleep."
So the next second, she was carried by Xie Wuyan by the back of her neck, all the way to the door, and she was placed outside the door with a pillow.
Then, he closed the door mercilessly.
...Okay, the scumbag trick failed.
But Shen Wanqing didn't give up.
She pondered that since this was the case, she could still stand here as a doorman all night, anyway, she couldn't let Xie Wuyan sleepless in the middle of the night and run secretly to strangle other people's necks.
First of all, Shen Wanqing stood like a doorman holding the pillow, staring at the room with a piercing vigour, watching with all her attention.
After five minutes, she was a little tired from standing, so she crouched down and stalked passively.
A quarter of an hour later, she was a little sleepy, so she hugged the pillow in her arms, buried a small face in it, yawned longly, and started stalking while being lazy.
Therefore, when Xie Wuyan opened the door again, when he lowered his head, he found a spherical unknown object squatting beside the door.
The key is that the unknown object looks like it is still sleeping soundly, but the whole person is a little unstable, and it looks like it will fall down at any time.
Xie Wuyan was silent for a while.
In any case, stalking can be disengaged to such a degree that it is a real failure.
Seeing such a swaying person like a tumbler, Xie Wuyan simply did not wake her up, leaning against the door to see when she could fall.
In the next second, Shen Wanqing staggered forward because of the unsteady center of gravity, and then instantly recovered from the half-dream and half-awake, straightened her body, and patted her chest like a frightened hamster.
Very risky.
Xie Wuyan laughed uncontrollably.
It didn't fall, but it's still pretty good.
When Shen Wanqing heard the voice, she felt agitated, just as she was about to raise her head, she was picked up by Xie Wuyan by surprise.
He carried her back into the house like picking up a cat, and threw her on the floor just now.
Shen Wanqing, who was sitting on the bed, was still a little dazed. After she was completely awake, she was instantly moved to tears: "You are so kind."
Xie Wuyan accepted calmly: "That's true."
Shen Wanqing froze: "...Thank you so much."
"No need to thank you," Xie Wuyan walked up to her and squatted down, "mainly because I was afraid that you would be seen and ruin my reputation."
Shen Wanqing was choked.
I'm so pissed, who used to go to my room every day at midnight to check in! Can't you just come here for one night!
One cannot be too double-standard.
After the oil lamp went out, the whole house was swallowed into darkness, the surroundings were terribly quiet, and a few insects could be vaguely heard.
After being picked up and slipped in, Shen Wanqing couldn't sleep.
When she can't fall asleep, she likes to turn over. Turn left and right, wrap the quilt around, and keep finding a comfortable sleeping position.
"Get out if you can't sleep."
After Xie Wuyan sounded with some impatience, Shen Wanqing immediately closed her eyes tightly, straightened her body, and did not forget to prove herself: "Sleep, sleep! I'm already asleep!"
Xie Wuyan: "…"
After I didn't know how long I was motionless, my sleepiness gradually came up.
While half asleep, she heard some rustling sounds not far away, which seemed to be Xie Wuyan's direction.
Shen Wanqing was stunned, instantly sober, and quietly opened one eye.
Xie Wuyan got up, his hair was a little messy, his brows were slightly wrinkled, his face was pale, and his whole body exuded a coldness, looking full of impatience.
He got out of bed, crossed Shen Wanqing, and seemed to be preparing to leave.
It's over.
...it looks like he wants to kill someone.
Shen Wanqing swallowed hard, and then decided to take the risk.
So she turned over, very deliberately, pressing down on the corner of Xie Wuyan's clothes.
Xie Wuyan stopped, he glanced at Shen Wanqing beside him, didn't move for a long time, then bent down, raised her arm, and pulled out his robe.
Shen Wanqing immediately turned over again and pressed his arm.
Xie Wuyan then pulled out.
Shen Wanqing then turned around.
Finally, after five full back and forth, Xie Wuyan stopped moving.
He sat down beside Shen Wanqing without saying a word, propped his chin up, and stared at her face quietly.
Shen Wanqing closed her eyes tightly, motionless.
But she always felt that Xie Wuyan's eyes were warm, swiping inch by inch from her face, like a knife, rubbing it tightly against her cheek.
Being stared at like this is hard to get used to.
So she secretly turned her head.
The next second, her neck was clasped by a cold hand, tightening instantly.
Shen Wanqing stood up straight with a carp, picked up the pillow and took two steps back.
Xie Wuyan slowly retracted his hand, narrowed his eyes, and smiled: "Don't pretend?"
Shen Wanqing rubbed her neck with lingering fears, and she calmed down for a while.
Although Xie Wuyan seemed to have the intention of tightening his palms just now, he actually restrained his strength and did not really hurt her.
Hearing Xie Wuyan asking herself this, she felt a little guilty, so she began to quibble: "No, no, I just slept very hard, and I woke up because of your actions."
"Do your hands and feet?"
As if hearing a joke, Xie Wuyan repeated these four words.
The next second, he raised his hand to hold Shen Wanqing's waist, put the other hand on her lips, and pressed down, clasping her under his body.
The two people's robes overlapped, and even the bed tent on the side was involved in a slight vibration, and the jade hanging by the bed collided and jingled.
Shen Wanqing could even see her figure clearly from Xie Wuyan's smiling eyes.
I have to say that Zeng Ziyun, a die-hard fan of Ji Feichen, fell in love with Xie Wuyan in an instant, which makes sense.
Although he didn't look like Ji Feichen, he didn't look like Ji Feichen, and he had a bit of a demonic energy all over his body. Even if he smiled at people gently, those foxes' eyes were full of attractiveness.
A very standard blue face.
"Understood?" Xie Wuyan released the hand covering her mouth, and his voice was low and hoarse, "This is the way to move."
Shen Wanqing's eyes trembled slightly, she pursed her lower lip, and just as she was about to speak, she heard a squeaking voice from far and near—
"His Royal Highness, I came back from a walk. The back mountain of Xuantian Pavilion is in tatters, there is nothing good, all are low-level little monsters, and none of them can be worthy of my honor..."
The black bird fluttered its wings and flew in from the window, taking a closer look.
The three pairs of eyes looked at each other.
The atmosphere was surprisingly quiet for a moment.
Xuan Bird: Panic. A group of panicked.
It fluttered on the spot in panic, and then spun and flew out: "Ah, I suddenly remembered that I haven't finished walking the mountain on the left, don't worry, Your Highness! I'm tight-lipped!"
Shen Wanqing watched Xuanniao leave, then turned her head to look at Xie Wuyan, pondered for a long time, and then said sincerely: "Don't worry, I will explain it clearly for you."
Xie Wuyan: "Explain what?"
"Explain that you are not seducing me." Shen Wanqing said, patted Xie Wuyan's shoulder in relief, "An Xin Xin, I will not ruin your reputation."
Xie Wuyan: "?"
Who do you say seduce whom? Who ruined whose reputation
There is nothing more frustrating in the world than trying to make a little girl look panicked, only to find out that she is more of a rogue boss than you are.
Xie Wuyan lowered his face, stood up, and prepared to leave.
"Hey!" Shen Wanqing quickly grabbed his robe, "Where are you going?"
Xie Wuyan turned to look at her, and there was a stagnant water in his eyes.
He didn't speak, was quiet for a long time, and suddenly squatted down, keeping his eyes level with her. Then he stretched out his hand and gently ripped off his collar.
Under the clothes was a bloodstain like a spider web, spreading upward at a subtle and imperceptible speed.
"Do you know what this is?" Xie Wuyan asked.
Shen Wanqing shook her head.
"It's something that can kill me," he said.
Shen Wanqing was startled for a moment, then reacted.
It was mentioned in the original book that Xie Wuyan had been tortured by the spells left by the seal before the seal was completely lifted in the early stage, so his strength had been suppressed.
She suddenly remembered that after so many days, Xie Wuyan's body temperature would always be much lower at night than during the day. Even when I touched myself just now, it felt like an ice cube touching my skin, making my scalp tingle.
It seems that this spell always occurs at night.
As for what kind of pain it would induce, Shen Wanqing had no idea, but this was probably the reason why Xie Wuyan never had a good night's sleep.
"Miss Shen, I don't know who instructed you to do such a thing, but I advise you to stop as soon as possible and don't provoke me again."
Xie Wuyan raised his hand, pinched her chin, and said word by word, "Do you think I really won't kill you?"
The sealing spell remaining in his body would be like a thorn piercing into his body every day, and countless sharp edges and corners spread from the thorn, tearing his whole body, and even the bone marrow was in sharp pain.
Shen Wanqing looked into his eyes, pondered for a long time, and blinked: "I understand, then shall I read the script for you?"
Xie Wuyan was startled.
"Wandering around when you can't fall asleep will make you even more unable to sleep," Shen Wanqing stretched out her hand and put it in front of him neatly, "but maybe you've been listening to people and you'll feel I'm tired."
Xie Wuyan looked down at her, neither saying he wanted to, nor did he say he didn't want to.
It was not the first time that Shen Wanqing had surprised him.
He didn't understand what she was thinking at all.
Even though she was threatening her, she didn't seem to be afraid at all, but instead focused on how to get herself a good rest.
Xie Wuyan let go of the hand holding Shen Wanqing's chin, and pursed her thin lips tightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say.
After a long time, he said, "You read it."
Shen Wanqing picked out a book of words about ghosts, cleared her throat, and began to read.
Her voice is very light, every word is soft, and the rhythm is moderate, which makes people feel very comfortable. Sometimes even with a little emotion, deliberately dragging the tone into a cadence.
Xie Wuyan leaned against the edge of the bed, put his hands on his knees, and lowered his eyes. Shen Wanqing sat on the floor with her back against the bed, and she read it with a straight face.
Some pretty boring stories.
But I don't know why, but it makes me feel very reassured.
These stories of Shen Wanqingnian can't offset the pain.
But Xie Wuyan didn't want to kill so much.
He turned his head and his eyes fell on Shen Wanqing, but from this angle, he could only see the top of her head and the long hair scattered behind her.
As she recited, she would yawn a long time, head a little bit, then suddenly wake up, straighten up and continue chanting.
Then finally, with Shen Wanqing's unremitting efforts, she successfully coaxed herself to sleep.
Xie Wuyan's lips curved.
He got out of bed and squatted down in front of her.
Shen Wanqing leaned her head against the side of the bed, still holding the script in her hands, she fell asleep while sitting on the floor, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she was as well-behaved as a sleeping kitten.
Perhaps it was a little cold in the room, her nose wrinkled, and she sneezed lightly.
Xie Wuyan glanced at the quilt beside him, then looked at Shen Wanqing, got up and prepared to leave.
But before taking a few steps, she folded back again, bent over, picked up the quilt, and put it over her.
After feeling a little warmth, Shen Wanqing shrank her neck, rubbed herself and the quilt together, and curled up.
Xie Wuyan leaned over, looked at her face, and laughed lightly.
"Stupid or not."
When Shen Wanqing woke up, it was already three poles in the sun.
She sat up in shock, looked around, and found that Xie Wuyan was not in the room, only a plate of cakes on the table, which seemed to be reserved for herself.
The system did not prompt Zeng Ziyun to be killed. It seems that Xie Wuyan did not go out to kill last night.
Thinking of this, Shen Wanqing finally let go.
As soon as I let go of my heart, my stomach starts to feel hungry.
So she washed briefly, then rolled up the floor and packed it up, sat down at the table, picked up a piece of almond crisp with chopsticks, and prepared to put it in her mouth.
At this moment, the door was pushed open with a bang, and slammed into the wall—
"Thank you bro! Come and try my new chestnut cake!"
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.
Zeng Ziyun was carrying the pastry box. She had a smile on her face, but when she saw Shen Wanqing, she instantly solidified on her face, and then her face collapsed.
Shen Wanqing's almond cake hadn't been eaten yet, and she still kept her mouth open, not knowing for a while whether she should move or not.
After thinking about it, food is innocent.
So she looked away from Zeng Ziyun and took a bite of the almond cake.
If you have something to eat, then make a noise after eating, and then make a noise after eating.
"Why are you here?" Zeng Ziyun's face was ashen.
Shen Wanqing lied casually: "I also came to see Brother Xie to practice swordsmanship."
"Practicing swords?" Zeng Ziyun sneered, "Who let you into Brother Xie's room? How can a girl be so shameless. Even touching Brother Xie's things, don't you know that he hates others touching his things the most? ?"
Shen Wanqing told the truth: "To be honest, Xie Wuyan let me in."
"you're lying!"
Zeng Ziyun stomped her foot, walked in and grabbed Shen Wanqing's arm, dragging her out, "I've been here for so many days, and Big Brother Xie won't let me into his house, how could he let you in? I think you're chasing her. Bad fight, you still don't understand the rules! Today, I must speak properly in front of Big Brother Ji, and let him do justice."
In this way, Shen Wanqing dragged her all the way to the hall of Xuantian Pavilion before she finished eating the almond cake.
As soon as I entered the door, I found that the hall was full of people.
Ji Feichen and his party were all there, and Xie Wuyan was sitting on his left, surrounded by elders or high-level disciples of Xuantian Pavilion.
Even Feng Rumor, whose injury has not yet recovered, was supported by the maid and sat on the side.
It looks like they are discussing something important.
The two broke in unexpectedly, causing everyone's eyes to focus on them.
Ji Feichen was stunned: "Sorry, you guys are..."
Shen Wanqing was exhausted both physically and mentally.
She found that this kind of mess between little girls was more troublesome than subduing demons and eliminating demons.
The key point is that Zeng Ziyun has a special status, and she can't use the trick of covering her head and knocking her unconscious.
Seeing this, Xie Wuyan frowned slightly, put down the teacup in his hand, and glanced at Zeng Ziyun, looking at Shen Wanqing.
Shen Wanqing just woke up, and was pulled over before she had eaten a few bites of food, her whole body was sullen, and she yawned slowly by the way.
"I saw her sneaking around in Brother Xie's room just now." Seeing that her father was also here, Zeng Ziyun was a little more confident and her voice was clear, "How can you break into someone else's house without authorization? In the house, I also touch other people's things..."
Xie Wuyan said, "I let her in."
Before Zeng Ziyun finished speaking, she was interrupted by a light voice.
Xie Wuyan raised his eyes, his eyes passed over Shen Wanqing, and then stopped on Zeng Ziyun's face: "I let her in, can't I?"
The atmosphere suddenly quieted down.
The people around also immediately understood what was going on. After all, as the daughter of the Xuantian Pavilion elder, Zeng Ziyun's high-profile pursuit of Xie Wuyan these days is well known.
Zeng Ziyun's face flushed red, unable to hold back a word.
The elder coughed and hurriedly said: "Really, the temperament of children, you can find a seat and sit down."
Perhaps Zeng Ziyun felt ashamed, and stood stiffly without moving.
Shen Wanqing glanced left and right, and found an empty seat beside Ji Feichen.
She thought about it for a while, and now it's not her who is obviously embarrassed, so instead of standing like a prisoner like this, she might as well find a place to sit down.
By the way, eat some pastries on the table, otherwise you will be very hungry.
Just as she took a step towards Ji Feichen and slipped away, she was caught off guard by Xie Wuyan's arm, and before she could react, she was pressed onto the chair beside him.
Shen Wanqing tried to struggle, but only heard his cold voice: "Sit down."
Immediately, she sat up neatly.
Seeing this, Zeng Ziyun's eyes turned even redder.
"Why are you still standing there?" The elder may feel ashamed, and his tone is rarely rebuked, "Xiaoyun, how do I teach you the rules on weekdays? If you don’t know the whole thing, do you want me to punish you for copying books?”
Feng Ruoqing tried to clear the siege: "Forget it, it's all a joke between children, the elders don't have to be angry..."
Holding a cup of tea, Shen Wanqing leaned against the chair, and by the way, brought a few pieces of refreshment from Xie Wuyan, and began to watch the play peacefully.
"I didn't wrong her indiscriminately!" Zeng Ziyun gritted her teeth and raised her hand to point at Shen Wanqing, "She was very suspicious at first. I brought her here because I was worried that she wanted to murder Young Master Xie."
As soon as these words came out, Shen Wanqing, who was watching the play, instantly realized that something was wrong.
She frowned and glanced at the people sitting around her.
Perhaps it was to discuss how to remove demons and re-seal the demons. Apart from Ji Feichen and the others, there were about five or six people sitting around.
Shen Wanqing clenched the teacup tightly, her eyes darkening.
"You still don't know what's wrong!" The elder slammed the table, and some tea splashed out.
"I'm telling the truth, if you don't believe me, ask Sister Feng and Brother Ji!" Zeng Ziyun was dazed, she just ignored it, and shouted, "Ask them, a few days ago we surrendered to the Painted Ghosts. At that time, what kind of sorcery did Miss Shen use? I saw with my own eyes that she could burn her own blood—"
"Xiaoyun!"
Several voices came at the same time.
Ji Feichen slapped the case, and even Feng Rumor's complexion changed drastically.
Zeng Ziyun felt that her self-esteem was humiliated, and tears rolled down her cheeks. She did not forget to plausibly say, "There is no such thing as an upright person. What if she is from the Demon Domain and wants to murder Sister Feng and Young Master Xie?"
"Blood...burning blood." The elder's pupils trembled, his hands clenched into fists.
The people around were also talking.
Ji Feichen stood up, holding the sword in his hand, looking vigilant.
The elder raised his eyes, his eyebrows froze, and raised his hand: "Come on!"
Immediately, all the high-level disciples of Xuantian Pavilion stood up in an instant, approaching Shen Wanqing's direction aggressively.
Ji Feichen wanted to stop in front of Shen Wanqing, but was blocked by the disciple on the side.
So he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth to look at the elder Xuantian Pavilion, who was the master: "I don't know what you mean."
"I have heard a little about the technique of burning blood. There are very few people with this physique, and they are all descended from the same blood. They have always been classified under the Heavenly Dao Palace. However, as early as a few decades ago, all the clansmen who knew this secret technique. , has died out.”
The elder looked at Shen Wanqing and frowned: "If she really knows this kind of secret technique, even if our Xuantian Pavilion lets her go, Tiandao Palace will not."
"Elder, even if she really knows how to burn blood, she has grown up with Feichen since she was a child, and is definitely not a villain." Feng Yaoqing stood up with difficulty, walked to Ji Feichen, and interceded together, "Not to mention that day. , she is to save us, will-"
"Yao'er, you don't understand." The elder sighed and shook his head, "Although I haven't come into contact with this kind of secret technique, I know how powerful it is. If she really possesses this kind of power, It means that the blood burning technique can continue to be passed down. If you can use this kind of power to fight against the Demon Realm, it will be a good thing for all people in the world."
Shen Wanqing sat in her seat and drank tea quietly without moving.
inherited.
If what you have mastered is really the same power, how should you pass it on
Being raised, do you expect the continuation of the bloodline
Of course, Ji Feichen could understand. He pulled out his sword and used such force that his wrists were shaking: "It's ridiculous, when did Xuantian Pavilion feel that it is justified to sacrifice innocent people to achieve its goals?"
The elder's expression was calm and his tone was calm: "Young Master Ji, a chivalrous person, is never afraid of sacrifice, you should also know this truth."
"No, it's not the same." Feng Yaoqing held Ji Feichen's hand, her eyes were clear, "choosing to sacrifice yourself and sacrificing others are two completely different things.
"Since this is the case, I can only do this wicked man." The elder sighed and raised his hand, "Come here, take it."
"Yes!"
The high-ranking disciples on the side clasped their fists, a few people stopped Ji Feichen, and the others approached in the direction of Shen Wanqing.
However, just when their swords were about to be placed on Shen Wanqing's neck, Xie Wuyan on the side moved.
He raised his hand, without blinking an eye, and bluntly held the hilt of the sword that was coming.
The cultivation of the high-level disciples is not shallow, the sword is fast, and the sword is strong. But Xie Wuyan was unscathed, not even making a small incision.
He raised his eyes, his eyebrows froze, and the blade was crushed abruptly.
The sword qi was shocked by the huge fluctuation of spiritual power.
"Young Master Xie, we don't want to be your enemy." The elder stood up, "The Xuantian Pavilion is all our people. If we want to fight hard, we will only lose both."
"Really?" Xie Wuyan glanced at him and said slowly, "You can try it."
Xie Wuyan was protecting her.
Maybe he insisted on letting himself sit in this position at the beginning, just guessed that Zeng Ziyun might be agitated and would hesitate to say anything.
For some reason, Shen Wanqing felt a little ironic.
In order to save the world, these famous and righteous people want to sacrifice themselves to achieve the overall situation, but the villains who are full of evil only want to keep her alive.
Shen Wanqing lifted her eyes and glanced at the teacup in her hand.
"boom"
A crisp collision sounded, and the teacup was smashed abruptly.
Shen Wanqing's brows didn't even wrinkle, she raised her hand to put the ceramic plate against her neck, and with a little force, cut a bloodstain.
"In the same line?" She laughed, "Elder, I'm not from Xuantian Pavilion. When do you need to choose for me?"