One Hundred and Eight Ways to Discuss the Villain's Poorness

Feng Qi was slightly taken aback when he heard Meng Guiyi's words.

Looking at the empty state of mind below him, he sighed helplessly.

In the past, she didn't work hard, she kept sleeping and wanted to die, he was really worried.

Now she started to work hard, but it seemed that she was explaining the funeral one by one.

Make him more uneasy.

She really will never be able to climb the high wall of the character in the book.

If she doesn't know that she is a character in the book.

Naturally, I felt that it was done according to my own heart.

Once you know that your life is just a road that can be seen at a glance, and you start to walk, you don't care so much.

Perhaps she also struggled to escape this restraint in the past.

But now she can slow down and look at the flowers and plants on the side of the road.

Just waiting for the end of the future to come is enough.

Feng Qi wanted to speak again, but he caught a glimpse of blue and closed his mouth.

Meng Guiwen stood on the mountain stack, looking at the man under the steps.

The moonlight shone on him, and the chains exposed in his hair reflected a little bit of light.

So fragile, so perishable.

He stood with his hands behind his back, obviously he couldn't see it, but he seemed to be looking at the scenery.

Meng Guiwen didn't speak, and even deliberately slowed down his breathing.

She didn't want to bother this person any more.

At least at this time when she was still free to control herself, she sincerely let him go once.

-

"Miss." Meng Guiwen turned around when Yu He's voice came from behind.

Meng Guiwen didn't answer.

Yu He took a step forward, as if he could see Meng Guiwen, his eyes turned to Meng Guiwen.

"Miss is avoiding me?" Yu He asked again.

Meng Guiwen was a little annoyed when he heard Yu He's words.

But he wants to go ahead.

"But did I offend Missy?" Yu He seemed to sense that Meng Guiwen was about to leave, and his tone contained a hint of grievance.

He didn't know why the eldest lady would leave when she saw him.

Hearing Yu He's voice, Meng Guiwen squeezed his hands slightly, turned around and appeared in front of Yu He in an instant.

She was so close that he was a little flustered.

This made Yu He subconsciously want to distance himself from Meng Guiwen.

Seeing Yu He's movements, Meng Guiwen suddenly chuckled.

Her laugh was soft.

But Yu He knew that the eldest lady was really angry now.

"Look, you're afraid of me." Meng Guiwen took a step back and distanced himself from Yuhe.

Yu He didn't speak.

But he was a little afraid of Meng Guiyi.

Afraid that she would suddenly lose her sense of proportion.

Afraid of her approaching suddenly.

"Huai Shan asked me to take good care of you and teach you swordsmanship, I agreed." Yu Hesi thought about it, but still explained the reason.

"So? You came here to wait for me?" Meng Guiwen retreated to the steps, step by step, becoming tall again.

"Yes." Yu He was honest.

"I want to learn, of course I will go." Meng Guiyi turned his head, unwilling to look at Yuhe again.

"You won't go." Yu He interrupted Meng Guiwen's words, directly piercing Meng Guiwen's thoughts.

When Meng Guiwen heard this, he wanted to ask him what basis he had.

Before turning around, her hand was grabbed.

Yu He grabbed Meng Guiwen and pulled her away.

It seemed that he was afraid that she would run away, so he left in a hurry.

"What is Master Yuhe doing? Cultivation pays attention to fate, are you trying to force me to practice?" Meng Guiyi could hardly keep up with his pace.

She hates people with long legs.

Meng Guiwen almost had to trot to keep up with Yu He's pace.

He looked at Yu He's back, the night wind brushed his long hair and almost hit her face.

And he held her hand silently and stubbornly, refusing to let go.

Meng Guiwen could only admit defeat.

"It's okay to let me learn, but why do you want to teach me in the middle of the night?" Meng Guiwen was helpless.

Although it is said that cultivation is not divided into time periods.

But the person who came to block her in the middle of the night was the first time he had reincarnated so many times.

"There are too many people in your courtyard during the day, I'm sorry." Yu He said frankly.

Meng Guiwen:...

-

Meng Guiwen stopped, couldn't help laughing and bent over.

Yu He was a little puzzled, he didn't know what the eldest lady was laughing at.

"So, if I don't go out in the middle of the night, how are you going to find me?" Meng Guiwen was curious.

In the past few days, she has been lying in her own courtyard, and disciples from various mountains have come to visit her every day at any time.

No wonder Yuhe was afraid.

"I thought you liked going out in the middle of the night." Yu He pondered for a while before speaking.

Now it was Meng Guiwen's turn to be puzzled.

Where did this man get his argument from?

"Why?" Meng Guiwen asked him.

"I don't know, it's just a feeling."

Meng Guiwen really admired this man's intuition for doing things easily.

She doesn't admit, though, that she likes going out in the middle of the night.

To be honest, she doesn't like going out.

It's just that the middle of the night is indeed much better than the day.

Meng Guiwen didn't speak, neither did Yu He, they just quietly dragged Meng Guiwen to his yard.

This place belongs to the back mountain of Qingyun Peak, which is very quiet.

Standing on the top of the mountain, you can see the sea of ​​clouds on the side.

This yard is not very big, but it is enough for one person living in Yuhe.

Xiao Huang was sleeping soundly on the porch in front of the door.

When Meng Guiwen passed by it, he couldn't help stepping on the bluestone slab.

It directly woke Xiao Huang up.

When Yu He heard the heavy footsteps, he asked suspiciously: "But did you trip?"

"Huh?" Meng Guiwen hummed suspiciously.

"The day I first moved in, I tripped over the steps under this eaves three times." Yu He explained.

Hearing this, Meng Guiwen stared at the terrified Xiao Huang and smiled: "Yes, I just tripped."

Xiao Huang was a little angry at this time, but he didn't dare to scream.

I could only move to the side room.

A little farther away should be fine.

-

Meng Guiwen followed Yuhe into the house, and Yuhe was about to let go of Meng Guiwen's wrist.

He held Meng Guiwen's wrist through his clothes, but when he let go, Meng Guiwen grabbed his little finger.

This made Yu He startled, and his beautiful ears were dyed pink again.

He withdrew his hand in some panic.

"Miss, do you want to read the swordplay first, or listen to the formula first?" Yu He rolled up his sleeves to cover his hands, and then asked.

"Anything is fine." Meng Guiwen replied.

And the voice has moved from the left to the right of Yuhe.

Meng Guiwen's goal is accurate, and it is Yuhe's bed.

Yu He seemed to know what she was going to do and stepped forward to stop her.

"Cultivators can sit in meditation, and don't necessarily need to sleep to catch up on sleep." Yu He said.

Meng Guiwen looked at Yu He who stood in front of him, and leaned into his arms.

"But I'm tired today." Meng Guiwen said.

Yu He didn't dare to move at all at this moment, neither did he support him, nor did he refuse to help him.

He only thought that she was young and rarely went down the mountain, so she didn't understand the defense between men and women.

Fortunately, Meng Guiyi only leaned on it once, and straightened up.

"Forget about today, I'll come back tomorrow." Meng Guiwen said.

"Is the eldest lady really coming?" Yu He asked her.

"Probably." Meng Guiwen looked at him, his body was dyed with orange light, and even those pale, colorless eyes seemed to have color.

After she finished speaking, she lowered her eyes slightly.

"Then tomorrow Haishi, I will still be waiting for you here today." Yu He said.

Meng Guiwen didn't answer.

Straight out of his hut.

But both of them knew.

she won't come.

But he still said the phrase wait for her.

-

Meng Guiwen left Yuhe's yard.

Feng Qi couldn't help but sighed.

"What are you sighing about?" Meng Guiwen couldn't help asking.

"It's nothing, why don't you let me breathe?" Feng Qi retorted.

Meng Guiwen:...