The house is money, the story is life

Staring at those sudden strands of white hair, Jingyao's brows became more and more wrinkled, and confusion gradually appeared in his eyes-everything grows, thrives and decays, it always starts from the source, and then ends at the end. The same is true for white, how can there be a reason why the roots of the hair are still black, and the ends of the hair are white first?

Curiosity arose in Jing Yao's heart, and he immediately turned around and walked back to the dressing box, dragged out his own body wood piece from the drawer, climbed up and sat firmly, and was about to fly over to find out.The piece of wood floated lightly by two or three centimeters, and drifted towards Su Xian, but before it could fly over the edge of the table, someone grabbed its tail suddenly, Jing Yao became unsteady and almost fell off the piece of wood down.

He turned his head angrily, and saw Run'an standing behind him, holding on to the piece of wood with both outstretched hands, pulling back vigorously, his wide sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing two forearms like lotus root, his body desperately Leaning back, her little face was flushed with effort.

Seeing his embarrassment, Jing Yao didn't know whether to be angry or laugh: "What are you doing?!"

Run'an glanced at him with two balls of black mercury eyes, opened his mouth to make a gesture, saw that Jingyao didn't understand, and raised his hand to signal to him, but the strength in his hand was loosened, and the piece of wood was floating again. Running forward, he hurriedly pulled it with his hands again, but this time he couldn't pull it. He was dragged forward by the wood chips, and his feet rubbed against the table, making a harsh sound, which made Jing Yao want to curse.

Jing Yao covered his ears again and again, and couldn't help looking back. He saw that the three-inch-tall man was about to be dragged by the wood chips and fell under the table. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore. He hurriedly stopped the wood chips and jumped He jumped back to the table, took a few steps back, leaned over and picked up Run'an who had fallen to the ground due to exhaustion, and said angrily, "What are you thinking? For no reason, what's wrong?"

Run'an put his hands on his hips for a few breaths, finally regained his strength and stood up straight.But seeing that he stretched out his hands to stabilize the little jade crown on his head, and adjusted his clothes seriously, he raised his hands and solemnly made several gestures towards Jing Yao.

Jing Yao swept up and down from the corner of his eyes, and said coldly: "What's so messed up, I don't understand it."

Run'an paused when he heard the words, as if he was discouraged by this sentence.Immediately, his eyes lit up, and he turned and trotted towards the dressing box. Jing Yao looked at him in amazement. Just as he was confused, he saw Run An trot back, bent down and picked up his body wood, dragged him, and continued to go. Go in the direction of the dressing box.

Jing Yao: "???"

He followed Run'an back in a daze, and saw the little man put the wood chips out of the dressing box, turned around and pulled out a bottle of nail polish that was not much shorter than him, and turned the cap on tiptoe , Unscrew the small brush under the bottle cap, hold the bottle cap with both hands, lift it up with difficulty, flick it up, and then push it down again, the small brush soaked in thick ink immediately pressed heavily on it with a soft posture. On the wood chip of Jingyao's body——

Jing Yao: "...!!!"

"Hey!" After a brief moment of stupefaction, he finally came to his senses, screaming and rushed over, but it was too late—a bright and eye-catching stroke had already been left on the wood chip, but he saw a big red arrow, slanting Draw on the diagonal of the wood chip, and draw a big cross at the end.

Jing Yao stared at the two patterns in shock, with disbelief written all over his face.After a moment of silence, he followed the arrow and turned his head to look, his gaze just happened to fall on the sleeping Su Xian.

"..." Jing Yao finally understood, turned around and asked Run'an, "You stopped me because you didn't want me to go to that woman's side?"

Runan nodded solemnly.

Jing Yao laughed back angrily: "Just for this, you painted on my body?!"

Run'an thought for a while, and continued to nod, there was nothing wrong with it.

"You kid did it on purpose!" Jing Yao finally couldn't bear it and raised the volume, "What a big deal! Isn't it enough to make a gesture! Pointing and shaking, is it difficult! Let me ask you this is difficult What the hell! Where did you get the guts to paint my body and tear you apart, believe it or not!"

He was so angry that he yelled these few words so loudly that even Su Xia outside the room shrank his neck. If it weren't for the fact that ordinary humans can't hear the voices of spirit bodies, these few roars of his could kill Su Xia. I was so excited that I jumped up.However, in the face of his anger, Yu Ling, who was the culprit, just tilted his head and looked at him. After he finished shouting, he stroked his chin thoughtfully. After a while, he thumped his hand violently. Showing a suddenly realized expression.

Jing Yao: "..." He now seriously doubts that the person in front of him has lost not only his language ability, but also a considerable part of his IQ.

"You...really, forget it, I don't want to talk to you anymore." Jing Yao yelled for a while, exhausted, and didn't bother to waste any more words, turned his head and looked at the nail polish on the wood chip depressedly, and walked around The wood chip turned around a few times, thought for a long time, and finally sat down angrily in the distance, with his back turned to Run'an without saying a word.

This damn mark is ugly and smelly, he doesn't even want to touch it... ahhh, it seems to get rid of it quickly, but there is nothing on this table that can be used to clean it, want to If he wants to find water or something else, he can only leave the table... But in his current state, he can't get too far away from the main body, which means that if he wants to go out to find water, he must bring Walk with the wood chips of the main body...

So the problem goes back to the original point.This damn mark is ugly and smelly, he doesn't even want to touch it...

Jing Yao couldn't get out of this vicious circle after thinking about it, so he had no choice but to sit far away from the wood chip and sulk.As for Run'an, he just stood quietly at the side from the beginning to the end, silently watching him circle around the wood chips, with a calm expression on his face.After Jing Yao gave up and left, he ran to the edge of the wood chips in small steps, pulled up his sleeves skillfully, and wiped the wood chips.

The sleeves swayed lightly, and the spiritual energy, which was almost non-existent, swayed a few times like ripples, and soon fell silent, but the traces on the wood chips were still there.Run'an's eyes widened, he was stunned for a moment, seemed surprised, and then tried twice more.Every time the sleeves flicked, the surprise on his face disappeared and was replaced by a little anxiety. Soon, his expression became awkward, as if he finally realized that he had done something wrong.

Then he quickly turned the chip over.

Jing Yao vomits blood.What do you mean, do you think I won’t be able to see it if you turn it around?

He always sat with his back to Run'an, but his senses were closely connected with his body, and he could still feel what he should feel.Run'an didn't know this - his spiritual power was declining, his connection with his own body was also much weaker, his senses were dull, and he thought that Jing Yao was the same as him.

Seeing that Jing Yao didn't turn his head, he knew that Jing Yao still didn't know anything, so he turned around and ran to the dressing box.Climbing into the drawer, he rummaged around for a while, took out a trial bottle of makeup remover, looked at the production date, and ran towards the wood chips.Who would have thought that Jing Yao would explode as soon as he smelled the cosmetics, and before Run'an could fully open the lid, he turned around and yelled angrily: "Hey! What are you trying to do to my body again!"

Run'an held a disposable sponge puff in his arms, blinked, and awkwardly made a "scrubbing" motion at Jingyao.Jing Yao immediately jumped up: "How dare you! Dare to paint such a pungent thing on my body!"

"..." Run'an depressedly moved closer to the bottle cap and sniffed it.Chamomile, where is it pungent?

Seeing that Jing Yao's face was full of rejection, Run'an sighed and had no choice but to give up.Putting the sponge puff aside, he picked up the cap of the makeup remover and walked towards Jing Yao.

Jing Yao squinted at him displeasedly: "Why?"

Run'an shook his head, bent his legs and knelt down beside Jing Yao, dipped his index finger in some makeup remover from the bottle cap, and wrote on the table in front of Jing Yao, "I'm sorry."

Jing Yao rolled his eyes: "Yes."

Run'an continued to write: "I thought I could clean it up. I can't remember when I got hurt."

This sentence is a bit long, Run An writes slowly, and Jing Yao also reads slowly.After reading it with great difficulty, he rolled his eyes with even bigger eyes: "It's as if you can wipe that disgusting thing clean without getting hurt."

Run'an stared at him blankly for a moment, then lowered his head and continued to write on the table, one stroke at a time: "I can do it."

As if he was afraid that Jing Yao would not believe it, he hurriedly added a sentence before the previous handwriting was finished. His fingertips were like a carving knife across the table, and he wrote extremely vigorously, as if he was deliberately emphasizing something.

"I, I was really able to do it before."