Brother, this showman

Before Ye Wenqing could react, a sharp pain hit his back, his eyes were blinded, his eyes went dark, and he almost fell directly into the water.

Ye Wenqing struggled to support the ground with his hands, and looked down at the snake tail piercing/piercing through his abdomen from behind, blood staining the front of his clothes.

Ye Wenqing took a deep breath, and quickly grabbed the snake's tail with one hand and twisted it hard, digging his nails into the snake's scales, forcefully pulling off half of the snake's skin.

"Brother!" Feng Lianchen knelt beside Ye Wenqing, looking at him helplessly.

"Come on, pick up my sword." Ye Wenqing said with difficulty, "Cut this snake to me, quick!"

At this time, the Ghost Snake King's upper body was trapped in the formation, and his tail slipped out from nowhere.It's a good time to kill him now.

Feng Lianchen wiped away the tears that were about to overflow, picked up Qingshuang with both hands, walked unsteadily behind Ye Wenqing, looked at the tail that pierced his body, his eyes filled with hatred, He raised Qingshuang, and then chopped it down heavily.

The tailless Ghost Snake King yelled crazily within the formation, like a sow that had just been released from the pen, tumbling here and there.

Feng Lianchen's eyes were red for a moment, and he didn't care about other things. He ran directly into the formation, picked up Qingshuang and smashed it on the head of the Ghost Snake King, and then hacked randomly without any rules, one after another more violently.

Ye Wenqing clutched his chest, took a long time to catch his breath, put his hand behind his head, felt empty, couldn't help being slightly surprised: "Little brother?"

"Feng Lianchen?"

There was still no sound coming from behind, Ye Wenqing could only support the stone at hand and slowly turn his head, he was dumbfounded.

The Ghost Snake King was already lying on the ground dying, his head was like a broken watermelon, revealing the dark green blood inside.

Feng Lianchen's eyes were dull, and he kept repeating the movements of raising and lowering his hands, chanting words.

"You silly little bastard!" Ye Wenqing was anxious, and cursed loudly, but unexpectedly involved the wound, couldn't help but gasped and coughed lightly, "Come here quickly."

Feng Lianchen ignored it and continued to chop the Ghost Snake King.

Gray-brown flesh and blood flew around with Qingshuang's movements, just like catkins blown by the wind.

Ye Wenqing stood up tremblingly, staggered to Feng Lianchen's side, put his hand on his shoulder, and said softly: "Hey, you've already chopped him into meat paste, you should have let go of your anger, right? "

Feng Lianchen's movements froze, his empty gaze was full of waves, the numbness on his face gradually faded, and he threw Qingshuang away with a "clang".

"Senior brother." Feng Lianchen burst into tears, and stretched out his arms to hug Ye Wenqing, "You're not dead, oh, no, it's great that you're fine, I thought you were going to die, no, no, I I didn't expect you to die. Brother, you scared me to death!"

Feng Lianchen spoke incoherently, his face was as red as a red persimmon, his eyes were like black pearls, and his nose was flushed, just like a summer flower that has sucked/eating dew overnight.

Normally, this face would not be able to escape Ye Wenqing's clutches, but at this time Ye Wenqing was in so much pain that he couldn't even lift his hands, and he secretly thought it was a pity.

"It's okay." Ye Wenqing said weakly, his voice was as thin as a mosquito, and then he fell silent at the end, his head sank, and fell on Feng Lianchen's thin shoulder.

Feng Lianchen helped Ye Wenqing stand up tremblingly, holding Qingshuang in one hand, temporarily using it as a crutch, and swayed forward.

At this time, the gray fog that had shrouded the surroundings had dissipated, and everything showed its original appearance.

Feng Lianchen walked for a while, as if thinking of something, he suddenly turned his head, only to see a black thing running fast and disappearing in a flash.

And the Ghost Snake King was still lying on the ground, bloody and bloody, just as the breeze blew by, it set off a stench, and the snake skin that Ye Wenqing peeled off had long since disappeared, maybe it was blown to a certain corner by the wind, or maybe it was Follow the water to go elsewhere.

Feng Lianchen withdrew his gaze, put his arms around his waist instead, and walked forward without stopping three steps.

Where he couldn't see, in the low bushes behind him, blue and yellow intertwined hair was entangled on the branches, and a pair of eyes with a cold light filled with success and inquiry.

After class, Lu Yan was going to see if Ye Wenqing taught Feng Lianchen how to read well today, but there was no one in the courtyard, presumably he took someone to sneak out to play, so he couldn't help but cursed: " It’s true that the upper beam is not straight, but don’t make the lower beam crooked too.”

Since Ye Wenqing wasn't there, Lu Yan didn't wait any longer, turned around and walked out, who happened to bump into the two of them at the door.

Feng Lianchen really had no strength, his heels were as limp as if he stepped on the clouds, and he lay on the ground directly, with Ye Wenqing pressing on him.

"Oh, there's no need to give such a big gift." Lu Yan laughed, seeing the blood stains on Ye Wenqing's shirt, realized something was wrong, and immediately went forward to help him up.

"Senior brother Yan." Feng Lianchen looked up at Lu Yan and said, "Quick, save senior brother."

Lu Yan immediately picked up Ye Wenqing and strode in. After walking a few steps, he still told Feng Lianchen, "Hurry up, get up by yourself."

The night came quietly, and the stars covered the entire sky while the moon was not paying attention.

The crickets hid in the grass and sang a little song to their heart's content. The bird, which had been traveling for a day, flapped its wings and returned to the bird's nest.

The light in the room fell on the long corridor outside through the window, stretching the figure huddled beside the pillar infinitely, but the gentle light couldn't drive away the cloud that shrouded the man's brow.

The sound of small footsteps came from far and near, and a gentle voice came from the top of the head: "Achen, why don't you go in?"

"Master." Feng Lianchen raised his tear-stained face and shouted in a crying voice.

"Master already knows the matter. The Ghost Snake Clan originally belonged to the Xiaoguan Sect's territory. It was purely accidental to infiltrate into Yanran Terrace this time. I have already compiled a book for my teacher and sent it to Xiao Guanzong. Sect Master Chen said that he will strengthen the guard on the Ghost Snake Clan." Xuan Yan He continued, "I heard that Ah Chen killed the Ghost Snake King and brought his brother back. Ah Chen is great."

Feng Lianchen shook his head, choked with sobs and said, "It wasn't me, it was senior brother, it was senior brother who killed him."

Xuan Yan knelt down, stretched out his hand to tidy up his messy hair, and smiled slightly: "However, we, Chen, have a share of the credit, don't you? Let's go, accompany me to see your senior brother."

Feng Lianchen hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "I won't go."

Xuan Yan was puzzled: "Why?"

Feng Lianchen took a few steps back, knelt down on the ground, kowtowed and said, "This time it's all because of my disciple's playfulness, which caused my brother to suffer. I hope my master will punish me for my crime."

Xuan Yan rubbed his brows helplessly: "Achen, if Wen Qing listens to what you said, he will definitely feel uncomfortable."

"I hope Master will punish you." Feng Lianchen's face showed a determination that didn't match his age.

It turns out that some people's growth only takes a while.

Ye Wenqing, who had slept for four full days, finally woke up. The first thing he did when he woke up was not to be grateful to Lu Yan who was waiting for him in his clothes, and to cry about his heart-warming brotherhood, but to say in disgust: " Yan Rantai actually recruited ghost disciples?"

The smile on the corner of Lu Yan's mouth was successfully broken by such a sentence before he could raise it. He gritted his teeth and said, "Why didn't you smash your mouth?"

Hearing this, Ye Wenqing touched his face subconsciously. Fortunately, he was not injured.

"Huh?" Ye Wenqing glanced around, not even letting go of the table, and couldn't help wondering, "Where's my cute little darling?"

"Who?" Lu Yan asked.

"Little darling." Ye Wenqing said, "Little Junior Brother Feng Lianchen."

Lu Yan couldn't help but gave him a supercilious look: "It's really disgusting to shout."

Ye Wenqing punched him unceremoniously, and said, "What about others?"

"Taken away by Master." Lu Yan said.

"Master?" Ye Wenqing frowned, "Where did you take it?"

"I don't know." Lu Yan shook his head.

"Hey." Ye Wenqing sighed, feeling a little lost, "It's fine if you take it away, but how can you learn anything by staying with me?"

"It's better for people to know themselves." Lu Yan said with emotion.

Ye Wenqing's body is as thick as his, and he's almost healed after a few days of raising him, and he's alive and kicking. Every day, Mr. Wen chases and beats him all over the house in anger.

After playing around for a year, Ye Wenqing still remembered Feng Lianchen at first, but after a long time, he almost forgot about it.In addition, as she grows up, the young and energetic who doesn't want to be famous all over the world, always runs outside all year round, and refuses to stop.

Those old events clearly appeared in his mind again, Ye Wenqing seemed a little confused.

His gaze fell on the moon-white sleeve in Feng Lianchen's hand. What happened again after many years, even the direction of the sleeve was exactly the same.

For a moment, Ye Wenqing's expression became a little subtle, and he secretly hoped that Feng Lianchen would follow him, and it would be best not to remember what happened back then.

"Senior brother." Feng Lianchen paused, a smile flashed across his eyes, but his face didn't show it, he asked in confusion, "Why is this sleeve broken again?"

Ye Wenqing looked at Shangfeng Lianchen's puzzled eyes, and rarely blushed, and coughed lightly: "The sleeves are not tight, and the clothes should be threaded to mend them in the future."

"It's okay." Feng Lianchen smiled, "I will accompany senior brother in the future."

"Huh?" Ye Wenqing looked at Feng Lianchen in surprise, and said in his heart, "Shouldn't I have to break my sleeves with my senior brother again after the same hour? Don't! Don't insult my reputation, I still want some Face!"

"Cutting off your sleeves with senior brother." Feng Lianchen responded directly to Ye Wenqing's conjecture, tore off his own sleeves, looked at him begging for rewards, then tied the two sleeves together, I have it in my arms.

Ye Wenqing: "..."

If you didn't understand it when you were young, you can still make sense of it, but when you grow up, you still don't understand it?

Ye Wenqing looked at the two sleeves in Feng Lianchen's arms with a complicated expression, and said embarrassedly: "That..."

"Huh?" Feng Lianchen said, "What's wrong?"

"Can you give me back my sleeve?" Ye Wen asked with a clear heart.

"It's nothing, my back hurts." Ye Wenqing couldn't say what he was thinking, so Ye Wenqing could only find an excuse, then frowned seriously, and touched his back with his backhand.

"Hey! Eh? What is this?" Ye Wenqing suddenly felt his body lighten, and when he raised his head, he could only see Feng Lianchen's tense jaw, "I have a backache, not a footache."

"Be filial to senior brother." Feng Lianchen lowered his head and smiled at him, "Didn't senior brother tell me to be obedient since I was a child? Naturally, I should be obedient now." As he spoke, he hugged him and strode forward. to the fire.

Ye Wenqing put his hands on his eyes and said silently: "This is definitely not my junior brother, he must have been frightened by that ugly snake, yes, it must be like this."

Feng Lianchen's clenched fists slowly loosened, and the corners of his eyes were filled with joy and relaxation.