Long Aotian is not happy today

The inn is simple and elegant, but when you get closer, you can find its low-key luxury from every detail.

The door rails are stretched, and the Zhu railings are elegantly shaped. The sun shines in from the hollowed-out tallow window, casting a gold-like luster on the ground.

Hang Xiao was amazed in the bottom of his heart, while slowly stepping into the hall.

There are not many people in the hall, but it doesn't seem empty, either sitting alone drinking, or gathering together in groups of three or four, regardless of whether the clothes are gorgeous or not, there is invisible energy lingering around the body, and the bearing is extraordinary.

These people are candidates for the second round of the test, or they have a strong family business and good qualifications, and they have obtained the exemption qualification for the first round of the test early, or they are the winners of the first round of the test, and they have passed all the way. The room is filled with thick blood.

When they get together at this time, no one will accept anyone. Although they can't fight openly now, they regard the main hall of the inn as a place for a secret fight. The colorful five-element aura shuttles in mid-air and collides with each other, dyeing the underside of the beam into a firework-like scene. color.

Hang Xiao struggled to avoid the torrent of spiritual power, tried his best to suppress the sense of existence, and squeezed towards the southeast corner of the inn.

The closer he got to the corner, the more waves surged in the lake of his heart, and a heart rose to his throat.

Watching the crowd in front of him gradually thinning out, a corner of the rosewood marble desk was revealed——

No one was at the table.

The window lattice was pushed halfway open, and the sunlight shone in brightly. The marble seemed to be piled with crushed snow, and a jade cup was wrapped in the center of the snow.

Its owner seemed to have just left, Hang Xiao took the jade cup in his hand and rubbed it for a moment - the cup wall was still warm.

But what about people?

In the original text, Ning Hong drank tea in the corner all day, and the seat was always covered with gray mist.

When other people's spiritual power reached his surroundings, a small black snake would suddenly protrude out of the gray mist, hold the spiritual power in its mouth, and swallow it three times.

All the examinees refused to accept it, they came one after another, and were harvested one after another, as neat as leeks in the field. In the end, Ning Hong established his absolute prestige here, and no one dared to ask, no one People dare to provoke.

At this time, the main character arrives.

"Strange, obviously it's my turn to play?"

Hang Xiao held the teacup and tapped his fingertips on the snow-colored desk.

His long and narrow brows were tightly wrinkled, and his eyes crossed the window lattice suspiciously, looking towards the back of the inn.

Could it be that his previous actions triggered a butterfly effect, causing him to delay arriving at the store, or that Ning Hong left early?

This will not work.

He had been looking forward to the reunion for a long time, and he planned to make an amazing first impression on Ning Hong.

Throwing down the jade cup casually, Hang Shiu grabbed the long sleeve of an examinee beside him, pointed to the southeast corner, and asked, "Do you know where the person who drank tea here just now is?"

"Sitting here... that Ghost Cultivator?"

The examinee was stunned for a moment, his nose wrinkled, and his complexion immediately darkened, as if recalling some bad memories.

He pulled the sleeve out of Hang Xiao's hand, slapped it in disgust, and said impatiently: "He can go wherever he wants, what does it have to do with me? If you want to find him, just go to the back of the inn."

After saying that, the man shook his sleeves, turned around, and left quickly.

Hang Xiaoxiao stared at his back for a while, then looked down at his slender hands, chuckled, and shook his head helplessly.

As expected in the book, Ning Hong's popularity was extremely poor.

After straightening his clothes, Hang Xiao walked towards the back door of the inn with his head held high.

Outside the door... is actually connected to a mountain villa.

The waist of the corridor is back, the eaves and teeth are pecked high, the vermilion beams and columns spread all the way up the half-hillside, and bright yellow paper lanterns are hung under the eaves. When the breeze blows, the tassels hanging at the end are full and fluttering, converging into a bright torrent .

The wind is warm, soft and moist, with a faint smell of sulfur.

Hang Xiao could hardly believe his eyes. He pointed to the pools on the hillside, large and small, reflecting light like mirrors, and shouted excitedly in his mind: "Teacher 025, it's a hot spring!"

"Well, it's a hot spring." 025 said, "So?"

"Hot springs are places with a sense of ritual..."

Hang Shi covered his face with his hands and murmured: "Throughout the ages, how many beautiful and touching feelings have been warmed up in the hot springs, Yang Guifei, do you know that? The cold spring bathes Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water is smooth and curd; It's the time of Xincheng Enze... woo, I'm so excited!"

"Hot springs are not necessarily for solitude, or for mixed bathing...but it doesn't matter, come on for an hour, and I'll watch over you."

……

Hang hour is indeed lucky.

At this time, spring returned to the land, but the wind on the mountain was still chilly. Many candidates were tired of the infighting in the inn, so they ran to the back mountain to enjoy the hot spring bath provided by Xinghezong.

When there are too many people, the number of pools will appear to be stretched.

But Ning Hong is one of the few exceptions.

Candidates hated his status as a ghost cultivator and were afraid of his great strength. No one wanted to share the same pool with such a guy.

——Ghost Xiu's methods are treacherous, what if they play tricks in the pool and let them be eliminated in the second round of tests?

Therefore, Ning Hong monopolized a pool with a bright sky and unique scenery.

It's cheaper for Hang hour.

When Hang Shi came rushing over wrapped in a bathrobe, Ning Hong was lazily leaning against the bluestone, took the jug on the small case by the bank with his right hand, poured himself a glass of sake, and drank it quietly.

The wine entered his throat with a mellow aroma, and the young man closed his eyes slightly and sighed comfortably.

In my mind, the cold system voice said ruthlessly: "You shouldn't be soaking in the hot spring here, be careful that the protagonist can't find you."

- What he wanted was that he couldn't find it.

Ning Hong leaned against the bluestone, and squeezed out a lazy "um" from his nasal cavity, but didn't make any movement to get up.

"What are you doing in a daze," 081 urged, "Hurry up, go back and drink tea."

"Drinking for a whole day, I almost vomited, why don't you let people rest for a while?"

Replying lazily, Ning Hong raised his eyelids, raised his wine glass, the light of the setting sun reflected from the side, and the green jade cup on his fingertips was dripping green, faintly shining with streamers.

He shook his head a few times, raised his head and took another sip, wiped his mouth and said, "Sure enough, the wine is still delicious."

081 denied: "No, it is mentioned in the book that the villain Ning Hong's favorite drink is bitter tea."

"Bitter, drink it if you like it, but I don't like it anyway."

Playing a villain, you can't even have hobbies, where does the overlord clause come from?

"Let's go?" 081 threatened, "The rules will shock you, you will be shocked!"

"Electricity, death by electrocution is the best, once and for all."

After saying that, Ning Hong's long legs curled up slightly, and half of his body sank into the water. The warm spring water, like boiling pearls, danced over the young man's shoulders, submerging his pale skin.

The body is wrapped in heat, just like returning to the mother's original embrace, warm, comfortable and unrestrained.

How long has it been since you enjoyed it like this?

Ning Hong didn't know.

The more villain tasks he completes, the less he can distinguish his true self. His soul is like a balloon, riddled with holes by the pressure, and covered with countless scattered patches. It looks intact on the outside, but in fact it is already barren inside.

Maybe one day...he will really forget that he doesn't like tea, right?

Looking at it this way, Ning Hong suddenly felt that being electrocuted by the rules was also a good choice.

Just as this idea took shape, a strong wind suddenly blew up in Ning Hong's ears. Someone galloped up the mountain and leaped by the pool——

Fell into the spring water with a bang.

Like a thunderbolt exploding underwater, the mild spring could not bear such a violent impact, the water swirled crazily under Ning Hong's feet, and rushed upwards, setting off waves half a person's height.

The water splashed, and a small part hit his face, as if the spring rain was pattering, and Ning Hong's temples were wet.

The remaining ones were coerced by spiritual power, forcibly suppressed, and overflowed to the bottom of the pool.

From the center of the spiritual power and the splash of water, a handsome young man sprang out. While controlling the water flow with his hands raised, he raised his head embarrassingly, showing a big smile to Ning Hong.

"Sorry, I was a little excited and lost my strength."

Standing in the middle of the hot spring, Hang Xiao smiled eagerly and said with burning eyes: "Brother Ning, we meet again."

When speaking, seemingly unintentionally, but also intentionally, the tie on the waist of his bathrobe was quietly loosened.

Half of the robe slipped off and sank into the water, revealing a lean chest with a sharp line, but fair skin with a healthy blush.

Like a ray of moonlight, Ning Hong's eyes were caught off guard.

The author has something to say: Ning Hong: The protagonist's sudden coquettishness, flashed my waist...

Hang Xiao: Thank you, sister Qinger, for teaching me the secret technique of undressing at the speed of light!

The poem comes from "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"~