Going through the boss will turn black again

Chapter 192 The Past (5)

"But it's still cold?"

Seeing that the boy was stunned and his body temperature was extremely low, Bai Su set up a small barrier around the boy to resist the cold air.

"not cold."

No longer feeling the cold, Rong Jing shook her head and spoke, and then the two of them left the Demonic Abyss.

"Cousin, why are you here? Did you decide not to let me think about it in Moyuan?"

As soon as Ziyu followed the guards, he saw his cousin standing at the entrance of the Moyuan. Of course, he did not ignore the little mute standing behind his cousin. When he saw the cloak on the little mute, he muttered angrily.

"After thinking about it for three days, if it happens again next time, it will be a month."

After leaving these words, Bai Su ignored Zi Yu, turned into a fire phoenix, and took the boy back to the residence.

"Okay, the book is also given to you, go read it yourself, if there is anything you don't understand, come and ask me as a teacher."

The fire phoenix disappeared, Bai Su let go of the boy's hand, and began to teach in a free-range manner.

"it is good."

The boy glanced at his master, then obediently returned to his room.

Seeing that the boy had already left, Bai Su turned over and sat on the branch with his back against the trunk, a small jug of wine appeared in his hand out of thin air.

The sky was dyed red by the sunset.

Piercing the void is against the heavens, you must achieve the Dao, and you will not be controlled by the Dao of Heaven.

Sake enters the throat.

Bai Su half-closed his eyes, what appeared in his mind was what he saw in the ancient book.

She couldn't let go of her younger sister, and couldn't let go of her parents who doted on her.

Another sip, the wine soaked his collar.

The wine in the jar was empty, and the small wine jar fell to the ground and rolled a few times, and finally stopped under the stone table.

The sunset was gradually replaced by night, and the bright moonlight passed through the flowers and trees, leaving mottled shadows on the woman's face.

The boy just stood under the flower tree and looked up at the sleeping woman above, without saying a word.

Knowing that the boy was coming, Bai Su thought she wanted to ask her something she didn't understand, but who knew that the boy was stuck under the tree for a long time without moving like a log.

Eyelids lifted, Bai Su lay on her side on the branch, propped her head with one hand, and looked at the boy like this, only to see the boy quickly lowered his head, and then took a step back.

Bai Su came down from the tree, stood in front of the boy, and asked, "But what mistake did you make?"

Rong Jing raised her head and glanced at the person in front of her. Unlike the strong smell of alcohol on that man, the person in front of her smelled of alcohol with a faint fragrance of peach blossoms.

"It's cold outside, I want to ask Master to go back to the house." Rong Jing was silent for a moment before speaking.

"No problem, how are you reading the book? Is there anything you don't understand?"

Bai Su sat on the stone bench and pulled the little boy in front of him.

Rong Jing lowered her eyebrows and looked at the master who was holding her hand, and was silent again, Bai Su was not in a hurry, just waiting for the boy to speak.

"Neither will."

The sound is very small, and it has a cautious taste.

"Where won't it be?"

Not impatient, Bai Su took out the backed up classics, and taught the boy bit by bit, the boy's talent is good, but he said he couldn't, but he was just not proficient.

The stone table was covered with classics, and the boy fell asleep lying on one of the classics.

Mottled tree shadows were left on half of his face, and those eyelashes were like little cattail fans. As a boy, Rong Jing looked a little too cute, wearing a skirt, maybe some people would think it was a little girl.

Bai Su gently hugged the little boy in his arms, put him on the bed in the boy's room, took off the cloak hanging on the side, put it on the boy, and left the room.

Rong Jing's eyelashes trembled slightly, then she opened her eyes, looked at the closed door, held her cloak a little tighter, and closed her eyes again.

(End of this chapter)