Advise Qingshan

Dreams are different from reality, the formation can't cover everything, it only builds the part related to the people in the formation, that is to say, he should be next to Wen Xing.

In other words, this should be Wen Xing's hair.

Ye Zhuo withdrew his hand like lightning, silently recited Amitabha, and thought to himself, "My God, why are you still on the same bed?"

He reached into the veiled hat to touch his face, and thought again, "This body is obviously me in the period of Immortal Chongning, how could I fall asleep in one place, what's the situation now?"

But it's not an option to keep silent like this, so Ye Zhuo could only pretend to be stupid, and said stiffly, "How far have we talked?"

Wen Xing didn't doubt that he was there, paused for a moment, still turned his back to him, and said, "You want to tell a ghost story."

Ye Zhuo: "Huh?"

After a while, he said "... oh"

Ye Zhu was a little embarrassed for a moment.

It's not that he can't tell ghost stories, he still has a lot of ghost stories in his stomach, but it's not that serious, and he can't do without some vixen brothel, showing sixteen teeth when he looks back and smiles, the master recruits prostitutes and recruits bone spirits, and the skirt takes off Without a kidney, etc., which are a little unsuitable for children, he can watch and play by himself, but if he wants to tell Wen Xing, a beauty who looks like a glamorous beauty, he really can't do it. Brace your head, rack your brains and start making up.

"It is said that there is a mass grave in the west of Yishan City."

There was indeed one, and he and Wen Xing went there some time ago.

"A lot of people were buried in the mass grave. Because there are many beauties in Yishan, there are also many beauties inside. The beauties can't sleep in the middle of the night—"

He paused, this story was meant to seduce men, but he didn't want his apprentice to hear it, so Ye Zhuo said, "Beauties will get up and play mahjong."

It's already started, and it's much easier to say later.He went on to say, "They are all very good at playing mahjong. They all set off cannons and so on, but they are also very noisy. The winners will squawk and scream, and the sound of shuffling cards will be crackling. It can often be heard from a long distance."

"A gambler came out of the gambling house in the middle of the night after drinking too much, and came to the mass grave without knowing it. Hearing the sound of shuffling the cards, he enthusiastically wanted to join in for a game, but the next morning... ..."

This should have been about the man being killed in a mass grave, leaving only a pile of bones, but Ye Zhu also felt bad, and said, "The next morning, I found out that I won a lot of money."

He thought for a while, and felt that this ghost story was too perfunctory, and it wasn't scary at all, so he continued, "But when the man takes it over and takes a look, it's all copper coins burned on paper."

Because he changed the story, he cut off the beginning and the end, and he just wanted to finish it quickly, and there were no details. After Ye Zhu finished speaking, he almost laughed. He felt that he was really talented in telling ghost stories like this. It would be better to talk about how interesting it was that Pan Jinlian fought against Qin Shihuang with a huge diamond axe, but he still had to put on a show and asked Wen Xing in a low voice, "Is it scary?"

The bed was originally so small, and Ye Zhuo's head was very close to Wen Xing, so he deliberately lowered his voice, and the hot air he exhaled was blown on his ears, making Wen Xing's neck red.

He quietly buried his face in the blanket.

Ye Zhuo has a bad nature and insisted on harassing/harassing him, so he stretched his arms and asked, "Speak, are you afraid?"

So Wen Xing was unbearably disturbed, and the voice came from under the quilt, muffled.

He says

"Do not."

Ye Ju just observed for a long time through the veiled hat, and felt that Wen Xing looked smaller than before. Wen Xing was about the same height as him, but now he looked a little smaller than him. After changing his appearance, seeing him talking in a muffled voice, he became more and more cute.

His eyes were focused on the top of Wen Xing's hair, the hair was spread out, it was black and soft, Ye Zhuo thought secretly, anyway, he is now carrying the identity of Chongning Immortal Lord, if he misses this village, there is no such shop , then stretched out his hand and stroked Wen Xing's head twice, stretched out his long hand, and hugged him directly into his arms, and said with a smile

"Do you know why it's not scary? That's because I didn't intend to scare you."

Wen Xingren was dumbfounded when his back was attached to Xianjun's lower abdomen.

The expression and tone of the person behind him were so similar to Ye Zhuo that Wen Xing didn't face Xianjun's tension at all, but was completely stretched and relaxed. The moment he wrapped his arms around his waist, he almost subconsciously wanted to Leaning close to him, rationality told him that it was extremely abrupt and rude to blaspheme the fairy in the dream.

Wen Xing brushed his hand away and fell asleep in a corner.

Ye Zhu let out a hey, he had never seen a cheap apprentice like this before, he wanted to make trouble with him more and more, and sighed pretendingly, "Do you dislike me?"

Wen Xing was silent.

Ye Zhu's performance became more and more exaggerated, "Is it true? But I didn't do anything, and you dislike me. If you hate me so much, I will be very sad."

——It's really contrived to the extreme.

But Wen Xing is really stupid in this regard, he just didn't see that Ye Zhuo was pretending, he has always been in awe of immortals like gods, even if it was in a dream, he couldn't bear to make him feel sad, his back stretched into a straight line, It took a long time before the words "No." came out of his throat.

Ye Zhuo made an inch of it, sat up halfway, grabbed his shoulders and pushed in, "Then come here, sleep on the side, you're going to fall."

Wen Xing ignored him this time, rolled the quilt over his head, and whispered, "No."

Ye Zhu has never seen him like this, the little apprentice is lying so softly in the quilt, separated from him by such a little distance, and he is still the omnipotent fairy king, who can protect him with a stretch of hand, Tell him not to be bullied in the slightest.Seeing Wen Xing like this, he felt pity and love in his heart, and patted him on the back through the quilt, but stopped making trouble with him, and just said, "Okay, good night then."

He turned sideways to make room for Wen Xing so that he could roll over in the middle of the night.

Ye Zhuo himself is the kind of person who doesn't know anything when he lies on the bed, this time he forcibly endured until Wen Xing fell asleep, pulled him over, and dug Wen Xing's head out from the quilt that almost covered his head.

The temperature here is not high, the quilt is still a bit thick, Wen Xing was already white, but now his skin is almost hot pink, his eyebrows and eyes look deserted when he opens them, and his eyelashes are slender when he closes them. He looked very gentle, Ye Ju didn't know what to do, his brain twitched, and unexpectedly he felt an urge to bend down and kiss him for no reason.

However, as soon as this thought arose, Ye Jue snuffed it out by himself.

He slapped himself lightly, and said to himself, "You're an old disrespectful bastard, my apprentice trusts you so much, what do you think?"

Then he lay down, pulled over another quilt, and fell asleep with Wen Xing on his back.

As the saying goes, you think day by day and dream at night, Ye Zhuo has always been heartless and rarely has dreams, but in the big formation, he actually had a dream within a dream.

In the dream, he went back to the years when he fell into immortality. Ye Zhuo learned fondant flower from the masters who walked the streets and alleys. He set up a stall on the street, and wanted to show off his skills and play with the children around him. In the end, Wen Xing fell from the sky. , with an unbelievable expression on his face, he said coldly, "You are the Immortal Chongning, and you actually sell flower rolls in the street, throwing me into the face of the Spring Palace."

Ye Zhuo explained to him that sugar flowers are not flower rolls, one is made of sugar and the other is made of flour, not the same thing.As a result, Wen Xing didn't listen at all, and stabbed with his sword. He was so frightened that he jumped up and ran away, losing his two shoes.

Then I dreamed that Wen Xing Yujian blocked him, insisting that he looked very similar to a man who bought flower rolls, and he wanted to lift his curtain, so frightened that Ye Zhuo lost his face in his dream, so he explained to him that you admitted your mistake, I'm Ye Zhuo's younger brother Hua Zhuo, does Hua Zhuo understand?My name is this, and I was born to sell flower rolls. I have never heard of Chongning Xianjun, and I have nothing to do with me.

So Wen Xing raised one eyebrow up and the other down, and looked at Ye Zhu with narrowed eyes, showing an indescribable expression.

He said, "You are not a fairy, how do you know that the fairy is called Ye Zhuo?"

Ye Zhuo started to mess around, saying that I just want to sell flower rolls, and I will also sell shortbread and fried dough sticks in the future, so I won't be a fairy, what do you care about me?Then he turned to leave.

Wen Xing naturally took a step forward and tugged at his sleeve. It was strange to say that Ye Zhuo was clearly still an immortal at this time, but he couldn't pull Wen Xing.

So Ye Zhuo let out a hey, and thought that I was selling a sugar painting and someone stopped me. I wanted to scold him at the moment, but when I turned my head, I was immediately stunned.

Wen Xing suddenly became smaller.

He is not that cold Elder Xiaquan anymore, this Tuanzi who is pulling his sleeves looks less than ten years old, white and tender, looking at him with a small face, the watery almond eyes are obvious in his eyes Rumu.

Xiao Wenxing looked at him, flinched, and asked, "Xianjun, do you not like me?" Then he loosened his sleeves aggrievedly, looked down at his toes, and coquettishly said, "Don't you don't like me?" me."

Ye Zhu quickly picked him up, drowning him in guilt, wishing he could hold all the candies in the world in front of him, build him a candy house, raise him in a honey pot, and let everyone in the world bully him I can't be my own little apprentice.

He thought, "It's okay, it's okay, nothing happened, there's still time, I want to take you back to raise yourself, now no one can bully you."

But in the next second, the surrounding scene changed, and the little Wen Xing in his hand disappeared again. He looked around, and found that he had arrived at the bottom of Qing Prison. Wen Xing had become the elder who bullied Shuang Saixue. He returned to the palace to judge the monks, but his expression was still calm, his clothes were neat and clean, he looked noble and beautiful, there was no resentment or resentment on his face, and he was separated by layers of disgusting passages. he reaches out

He said, "Ye Zhuo... come quickly."

So Ye Zhuo held his hand, feeling that Wen Xing's palm was too hot.

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The scene of paternal love spoiling. /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~ teary eyes, after writing so many words, I can finally let them start to fall in love gradually.

ps There is a cutie who left a message in the previous chapter, so I went back and took a look, and I was stunned by my previous verbosity 0_o, (but I think I am making progress!) Really appreciate everyone’s opinions~