Master, please stop accepting disciples

The matter in the bird house was finally dealt with by the night crow. The report to the owner of the valley said that it was a disorder caused by the abuse of drugs/substances. The drug caused most people in the bird house to be mentally confused. up.

Master Gu nodded: "Is Gu Yue affected?"

Ye Ya paused for a moment, and said, "No. Mr. Gu Yue returned to his room early, so he was not affected."

"Yeah." The owner of the valley tapped his finger on the table lightly, looked thoughtfully at Ye Ya, who bowed his head below, and said unhurriedly, "I heard...you rescued Yan Chi alone? Ye Ya, I remember that you thought my male pets were dirty when you touched them."

Ye Ya buried her head lower: "The owner of the valley was joking. At that time, the subordinates just saw that Yan Chi was still conscious, and they rescued people thinking that there would be one less person."

After hearing Ye Ya's explanation, the owner of the valley did not speak, and knocked on the table one after another, making "thump", "thump" and "thump" sounds. When there was silence, it was like a life-threatening spell.

"Forget it." The owner of the valley stopped the sound of knocking and said, "I will go out to the valley, Night Crow, I hope, when I come back, the feast of joy will be ready."

"This subordinate will not disgrace his life." Ye Ya's voice was resounding.

The joyous banquet is a big festival in Yangu every year. It is a joyful banquet in name, but in fact it is a feast where the owner of the valley invites his friends to the wine pool and meat forest of Yangu.

At that time, the entire Yan Valley and some well-known male pets will attend the banquet, and the owner of the valley will decide whether the male pet will stay or not based on the performance of the male pet.

Either give it to the guests, or promote it, or let the night crow deal with it. In short, if the male favorites want to survive, they must use all their strengths.

And there is still one month before the wedding banquet.

Let's talk about the bird tower.

After Gu Yue returned to the room, gentlemen, they slowly woke up from the charm. Some people woke up at a bad time. One second they were still riding on another person, and the next second they realized what they were doing. screamed in horror.

This day, for the young masters of Quelou, that day is simply the worst day, worse than being chosen by the owner of the valley to play tricks.

"He's a goblin!"

After tidying up in a hurry, Mr. Yao shouted hastily.

This he refers to Gu Yue.

"It's up to you!" Mr. Huang yelled at Mr. Yao angrily, and at the same time opened Mr. Lan's hand on his waist, saying, "This is absolutely abnormal!"

Mr. Lan quietly put his open hand behind his back, stroked his fingertips a few times, and couldn't help but think back to the smooth touch of his fingertips and the satisfaction in his heart when he touched the skin before.

He didn't hear the people around him speak, and the impatient Mr. Huang immediately turned around and stared at him: "Don't think that if you take advantage of me, we will cancel everything."

Mr. Lan, who was still reminiscing, was taken aback, and returned a soft smile. On the surface, he looked helpless, but in fact, he was thinking of four words:

Can't ask for it.

The bird house was a mess, and the chirping noise filled the whole bird house, as if the bird house had really become a birdcage, and the bird cage was filled with all kinds of birds, at least hundreds of them. Only, they were chirping together, vowing to fork out a vixen who got involved.

Mo Yang calmly passed through the chaotic crowd in the Que Tower, and returned to his room, then closed the door with a "snap" to isolate himself from the noise outside.

After being thrown on the eaves by Ye Ya, it took him a long time to find a way to get down from the eaves, and he paid a terrible price. His hands and feet were scratched to varying degrees, which made Mo Yang a little annoyed .

This night crow...

It seems that his temper is very active and difficult to control, and he can't tell whether he is an enemy or a friend.

Mo Yang frowned, a guess flashed through his mind, but he was very suspicious of this guess, and sincerely hoped that it would not come true.

【Master? 】

【Um. 】

Yan Chi, who was pulled back to the spiritual world, finally woke up. The first thing he did when he woke up was to say quietly: [Gu Yue's charm is very powerful, isn't it? 】

Mo Yang rummaged through the small box in front of the vanity mirror, and found a small gold-plated box. When he opened it, he found a light green plaster inside.

Judging from the taste, it should be anti-inflammatory, so Mo Yang dug a little ointment out of it, and applied it on the wound:

【Yes. 】

【If I knew charm, wouldn't the owner of the valley be my concubine long ago? 】

Yan Chi began to complain again, and before he could say a few words, through Mo Yang's gaze, Yan Chi happened to see the small gilt box next to the dressing table, and said in surprise:

【Oh, Master, why did you find out the medicine I used afterwards? 】

Mo Yang's hand, which was applying the medicine, paused, and his whole body froze.

But the stiffness only lasted for a while, Mo Yang calmly closed the box as if he didn't hear anything, put it in the innermost drawer of the dressing table, and said:

[In the future, don't leave things indiscriminately. 】

【Hey, I still have a better effect, can I use it? 】

[... No, you keep it to yourself. 】

Fearing that Yan Chi would continue to pester him, Mo Yang immediately shook his head and denied:

[Gu Yue's charm is not good. 】

【what? 】

Sure enough, Yan Chi's thoughts were taken away, and when he didn't continue to entangle the plaster, he didn't understand what Mo Yang's words meant at first, but after a little thought, he understood, he looked at his own face in the mirror, and smiled,

[I know, but people, aren't they just men and women who eat and drink? 】

After a pause, Yan Chi continued to explain, with a somewhat casual tone:

【Master, do you think that charm can only be used by people next to your pillow?Of course not, charm is a well-known soft knife, it depends on how people use it, Gu Yue is for being a male favorite, I can use it to seduce others~~]

This sentence is correct.

Mo Yang stared at the reflection of "Yanchi" in the mirror. For a moment, he lowered his eyes and thought, isn't Gu Yue very interested in him?

Then let Gu Yue teach Yanchi herself.

[But I think Gu Yue is not that simple...] Yanchi suddenly became interested, and asked curiously, [Little Master, little master, what are you going to do? 】

Hearing Yan Chi's question, Mo Yang came back to his senses, and forced Yan Chi back into the spiritual world: [The mountain man has his own tricks, you go back and rest first. 】

After Yan Chi finally calmed down, Mo Yang finally had time to make a plan based on this idea.After doing all this, Mo Yang stood up and started to take care of himself, completely ignoring the turbulent tide among male pets outside.

According to Ye Ya, there will be a joyous banquet recently.

A happy banquet may be an opportunity.

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A group of male pets were filled with righteous indignation, but because of Gu Yue's fear before, no one dared to trouble Gu Yue, so they just complained a few words, then dispersed, turned around and started preparing for the talent at the banquet.

The wedding banquet is about to begin, and if you don't prepare in advance, who knows what will happen.

Mo Yang was also forced to participate because of his status. Amidst Yanchi's coquettish voice, he planned to use fan dance as a talent show when he was selected by the owner of the valley during the happy banquet.

Everyone was very busy because of the upcoming feast, except Gu Yue.

Gu Yue still looks lazy every day, wearing red clothes, with loose hair, walking around the whole Quelou, sometimes when the weather turns cold in the afternoon, he will slowly walk to the practice room behind the Quelou. On the dance floor, watching all kinds of male favorites stretch their legs and practice dancing, lean against the wall and spend a long time in a daze, and then slowly turn back.

"Isn't it just because of the favor of the valley owner?"

One person couldn't see it, and spat after Gu Yue left, "I want to see, what will happen if he is chosen by the owner of the valley on the day of the wedding banquet?"

You must know that there was a famous person who was unwilling to perform on stage last year, but the owner of the valley directly threw him to the leader of the night crow.

Needless to say, the ending later, there are no bones left.

Mo Yang remained silent, because beside him, a ghost in red was floating in the air, beating the beat for him:

"One two one, one two one, one more time, one two one."

"..."

Mo Yang felt that this was a shame.

Firstly, Mo Yang was in a bad mood, exuding cold air continuously, with an expression of "whoever enters me will die"; secondly, there was a red-clothed ghost by his side, full of ghostly aura, and the superposition of the two made a huge one The dance practice hall is centered on Mo Yang, and no one dares to approach it within three feet.

But that's fine too, be happy.

So under the stalking of the red-clothed ghost, Mo Yang was forced to pick up the red and gaudy fan, and learned a few moves from Yan Chi.

only……

Where everyone can't see, the red-clothed ghost is heartbroken:

"Master, you have to learn to wink, and your movements should not be so hard. When you look at others, your eyes should be charming, your waist should be soft, and your flesh should be exposed!!! Come, come, pout your mouth, whoa! .”

"Swish"

Closing the fan, Mo Yang's murderous aura burst out: 【You come! 】

Yanchi: "...Oh."

Then, everyone saw another amazing scene:

With a dark face, "Yan Chi", who was practicing dancing alone, suddenly stopped his movements, and stood on the spot with his back straight.

However, in the next second, the iceberg melted, and the thousand-year-old snow lotus instantly turned into a nine-tailed vixen. Chi" looked at the stunned crowd with a beautiful look:

"Look at what?"

be sick.

The male pets hurriedly turned their eyes away, and they were a little more afraid of "Yanchi".

On the other hand, Gu Yue watched all this with relish, touched his chin, looked at "Yan Chi" in the dance practice hall whose dancing posture had become weak and boneless, the interest in his eyes couldn't stop overflowing.

After several days like this, Gu Yue also formed a habit.

A two-story building was built next to the dance practice hall, surrounding the dance practice hall. The first floor is used for storage, and the second floor is used for viewing. Guzhu always likes to spend money in these places.

Gu Yue would be in a daze in the dance practice hall every day. He was always used to leaning on a pillar on the first floor of the dance practice hall, waiting for "Yanchi" to finish dancing before he slowly turned back.

On this day, because of a certain difficult movement, "Yanchi" became the last one on the dance practice ground. Two red fans opened and closed in Yanchi's hands, fluttering like butterflies between the wrists, and the dancers turned around. It's astonishing, beautiful is beautiful, but it's——

It's missing a bit of flavor.

Gu Yue smacked her lips, thinking that "Yan Chi" seemed to look better with the dark face.

Seeing that Gu Yue was fascinated, the young masters upstairs who had changed their clothes exchanged glances with each other, and brought a pot of freshly boiled water from the side, poured tea for everyone, and then held the teacups, in the presence of Gu Yue. The top let go, and at the same time pretended to shout:

"Oops, my hand slipped."

Gu Yue raised her head in doubt when she heard the voice above her head.Seeing this, his face turned pale:

Three cups of hot tea were facing his face with scalding water, and the tea was still spreading out in an irregular shape in the air.

If this is poured on his face, then all his hard work will be in vain.

Gu Yue wanted to escape, but her body couldn't keep up with the reaction, so she could only watch helplessly...

A red fan suddenly appeared in sight, and inserted into the pillar with a "clang", just blocking Gu Yue's head not far away.

"crash"

The tea and the cup just hit the fan, and although Gu Yue below was still splashed, her face was alright anyway.

Gu Yue blinked, then looked back to the center of the dance practice hall.

"Yanchi" still maintained the posture of throwing out the red fan.

With an aloof temperament, firm and focused eyes, slightly pursed lips.

It turned out to be Mo Yang.

Noticing that Gu Yue was looking over, Mo Yang glanced at him indifferently, with a flick of his wrist, the fan on the other hand closed handsomely, making a "pop" sound.

The movements are crisp and neat, which is many times better than the previous soft appearance.

Gu Yue was stunned for a moment, admiration gradually appeared from the bottom of his eyes, he looked at Mo Yang with a gentler look, and finally nodded to Mo Yang.

Mo Yang didn't notice the change in Gu Yue. After he put away the fan, he put the hand holding the fan behind his back. Regardless of the young masters upstairs with different expressions, he raised his foot very imposingly, and walked slowly step by step. Go in the direction you came from.

"Yanchi, you..."

A young man was so angry that he couldn't help screaming, but he only uttered a few words. Facing Mo Yang's cold and stern gaze, his throat seemed to be choked, and he couldn't utter a single word. sound.

Satisfied, Mo Yang withdrew his murderous aura, and started to walk step by step again. It looked like steady steps to outsiders, but in fact, he walked slowly towards the Bird Pavilion because of soft feet.

Mo Yang: ...so tired.

After returning to Que Ge's own room, Yan Chi, who was suddenly squeezed out, felt unwilling and asked Mo Yang why he wanted to save Gu Yue. Mo Yang:

[He can charm. 】

Yan Chi was choked for a while, showing a resentful expression.

Mo Yang didn't feel much about the ghost energy around him that had more than doubled. He did things on his own, and the reason why he ignored Yan Chi was because Mo Yang had been thinking about it for so many days. For the fickle Yan Chi, he simulated it himself. Two conclusions were drawn:

[-]. Yanchi is a dramatist.

[-]. When the playwright falls ill, learn to ignore him.

After grooming, Mo Yang asked Yan Chi to order his subordinates to bring over all the cacti prepared earlier.

Yanchi floated aside, watching the thorny balls the size of projectiles being placed on the windowsill, a little puzzled: "What is this for?"

Mo Yang sneered: [Revenge. 】

At Xu time, there was silence in the Sparrow Pavilion.

Mo Yang suddenly manipulated the sleeping Yan Chi's body, opened his eyes, sat up, lifted the thin quilt, slowly put on the clothes beside him, then moved a stool, and sat facing the window.

There were still no lights in the room, and it was pitch black.

Yan Chi was pushed back to the spiritual world to recuperate, and he was the only one left in the room.

Just what to do with it.

After waiting for about a stick of incense, there was a slight abnormal sound from the window. Mo Yang didn't move, and watched the window open a little with cold eyes.

From the silhouette, there is a figure standing outside the window.

Mo Yang narrowed his eyes looking at the figure outside the window.

After squeezing the window open a crack, a hand stretched out from the gap. This hand had fair skin, slender fingers, and well-defined joints. Then, it pressed on the window sill——

"what!"

Hearing the scream, Mo Yang stood up, walked towards the window, opened the wooden window, leaned against the window, looked at someone standing on the eaves, and said calmly:

"good evening."

Ye Ya hugged her hand, feeling the numbness coming from the palm of her hand, it hurts and itches, tears are almost forced out:

"What did you put on the windowsill?"

Hearing this, Mo Yang silently lifted off a layer of black veil on the window sill, revealing a plate full of small thorns the size of projectiles underneath, confidently saying:

"Growing flowers."

Ye Ya: "... Only ghosts will believe it!"

Holding his injured hand and wanting to cry, Ye Ya said: "I just want to ask you what happened in the dance practice hall today, are you up to it?"

Mo Yang: "As for."

"I think you are revenge!"

Ye Ya sniffled, stretched out his other good hand, and grabbed Mo Yang's face, "Who would be on the window sill—ah!"

Mo Yang silently put away the prickly prickly pear blocking the way Ye Yashou must pass, and replied indifferently: "Me."

Ye Ya: "Damn it, where did you get this prickly pear from!"

After both hands were injured, Ye Ya stared at Mo Yang, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Mo Yang thought for a while, then tilted his head: "Would you like to come in and talk?"

"No," Ye Ya looked down at his red hands, and said bitterly, "I'm afraid I'll fall into the prickly pear nest."

"Well, is there anything else?" Mo Yang asked.

"I actually came here this time to make amends,"

Ye Ya continued, "It was my fault for leaving you on the roof some time ago, I'm sorry."

Mo Yang nodded: "And then?"

"Shall I give you a Fat Chirp?"

As soon as Ye Ya finished speaking, a small snow-white dumpling flapped its two small wings and landed on Ye Ya's shoulder, and blinked at Mo Yang with its two beady eyes:

"Chirp."

Mo Yang's eyes became subtle.

This fat chirp...

Night Crow: "How is it?"

Mo Yang let out a "huh", and the corner of his mouth curled up in a mocking arc, staring at Fei Jiu for a while.

Seeing Mo Yang like this, Ye Ya made a disappointed look:

"If you don't like it, I'll change it—"

While Ye Ya was hesitating, Mo Yang suddenly snatched Fei Jiu from Ye Ya's shoulder with lightning speed, and closed the window with a "snap".

Ye Ya was taken aback for a moment, and tried to pat the window with the half of his hand that was still intact: "Hello?"

"Snapped"

The window was opened again, and Mo Yang quickly stuffed a cactus thorn ball about the size of Fat Chirp into Ye Ya's palm: "It's a barter, you're welcome."

After speaking, he quickly closed the window and dropped the bolt.

Ye Ya looked at a thorn ball in his hand and trembled for a long time before choking out: "My hand——"

Inside the window, Mo Yang looked at the little white hair ball lying on the palm of his hand, two blushes slowly appeared on his face.

Fat Jiu tilted his head, sitting in the palm of Mo Yang's hand, flapping his little wings: "Chirp."

The author has something to say: I corrected a typo 〒_〒