Long Aotian is not happy today

Big bad news.

Hang Shih pursed the corners of his mouth, and looked at the wine glass at his fingertips in disappointment—the emerald jade was moist, reflecting a pair of scissored eyes, the red marks in the pupils had not had time to become intense, but they could only be forced to restrain themselves and return to silence.

Originally, he wanted to get himself drunk, so he took the opportunity to pounce on Ning Hong and make a mess of it.

But when someone came, he couldn't continue according to his previous ideas.

Sadly put down the wine glass, the bottom of the jade bottle touched the table, making a crisp sound.

Hang Shi reluctantly glanced at Ning Hong, and then again.

Feeling a little unwilling in the end, he thought for a moment, took the jug, filled another glass, and handed it to Ning Hong.

"Come on, Brother Ning, I'll toast you a toast."

Pure smile.

Can't be crazy about drinking, can't you talk about romance?

You can talk about anything, your personality, your preferences, your favorite type, your favorite dishes...

As a villain, Ning Hong's information was not mentioned in the original text.

But hang hour suddenly wanted to know.

The article portrayed this person as sanctimonious, hypocritical and innocent, but when Hang Xiaoshi really stood in front of Ning Hong, through his pale face and indifferent eyes, he suddenly felt that everything written in the book was wrong.

This person is obviously innocent and cute, and when he approaches, he will shrink slightly, and his fingertips are trembling with nervousness.

The hot spring was slightly scalding, and the heat waves were surging, dyeing his almost transparent skin a crimson color, with patterns of swimming dragons running around, and a thin black tail wrapped around his neck, like a strand of soft hair.

In addition, he also...

painful.

Hangshi has a deep academic record and knows how to convey different emotional intentions by adjusting the details of expressions and movements.

At the same time, he can also make some inferences about his inner world through the expressions and actions of the people around him.

For some reason, he always felt that there was a worry in Ning Hong's eyebrows.

Depressed and thick, like black clouds pressing down on the city, the fog is heavy and difficult to disperse.

……

There is a small soil slope on the northwest side of this hot spring, and the slope is lined with trees and lush vegetation.

After the light blue figure went up the mountain, he stood on the slope for a long time, finally shook his head helplessly, turned around and left quickly.

Back in the villa, the man stepped into a two-story attic with carved railings and jade, and through a light yellow curtain, he heard a person inside jokingly laughing: "Oh, that ghost cultivator is so ungrateful, even We Mr. Lou have all been shut down?"

Lou Jue pushed open the curtain and entered the room with a wry smile.

"Going a step late, let people take the lead."

The young man in the room was sitting lazily on the mahogany chair, shaking his legs up and down, when he heard that his legs froze, he said in surprise, "A step too late?"

Lou Jue nodded.

He lifted up the hem of his brocade robe, and under the table beside the table, his back was as straight as bamboo and pine, then he curled his fingers and flicked lightly in the direction of the other person.

The light cyan cyclone instantly condenses on the fingertips, turning into a streamer like a green leaf——

It just hit the cocked knee of the man opposite.

"hiss!"

The young man let out a cry of pain and put his legs down quickly.

He half-kneeled on the ground, gently kneading his palms on his knees, raised his head and curled his lips and said: "You were a step late, lost the opportunity, and came back to vent your anger on me?"

"Of course I want to vent my anger on you." Lou Jue said lightly, "If you didn't want to strike up a conversation with that girl, how could I be late?"

He rolled up his sleeves and gently took the jade pot on the table.

The spout of the pot is slightly tilted, and green tea immediately flows out, and the young leaves are like a sparrow tongue, slowly dripping into the cup along with the rich fragrance.

Picking up the teacup and trying the temperature of the tea, Lou Jue took a breath and brushed off the tea foam.

When Lou Jue was drinking tea, the young man beside him had already rubbed his knees, then he stood up carelessly, shaking his arms a few times to loosen his muscles and bones.

While crossing his five fingers and making a "creak" sound, he said nonchalantly, "If you are late, you will be late, and if you don't come, it's fine. It's enough for you and me to take care of each other during the test, why add a..."

The young man's eyebrows were slightly frowned, and pale golden spiritual power gushed out from his fingertips.

He was originally dressed in brocade and jade robes, dressed luxuriously, and he was full of jade pendants and gold ornaments. At this time, even the spiritual power of his fingertips was golden.

Under the shining golden light, the young man squinted his eyes, and traced with his fingertips in mid-air, drawing a vague outline with three or two strokes——

The thin and tall figure was surrounded by black mist, and the place where the face should have been was replaced by a skull. The hollow eyes were full of sinister malice, and the dim light flickered.

"...Ghost repair."

Looking at his masterpiece, the young man curled his lips in disgust, raised his hand casually, and drew a huge cross on the skull.

The pocket version of "Ninghong" disappeared immediately.

Behind the young man, Lou Jue curled up his fingers, tapped his slender fingertips on the table, and said slowly: "Kong Jia, if I remember correctly, I have already told you the reason twice."

The young man in gold and jade turned around angrily.

Turning too fast, the jade pendant hanging from the golden belt collided with the mahogany table, and the sound was clear and sweet.

He frowned and looked at Lou Jue, and muttered, "I'm just too lazy to remember...you are not allowed to call me a pig brain."

Lou Jue held the teacup and remained silent.

But under the cover of the teacup, his delicate lips slightly raised, his eyelids slightly lifted, and he cast a "you know" look to the opposite side.

Looking at him for a moment, Kong Jia was defeated.

"Forget it, you don't have to say any more, I don't want to listen to those devious words."

He sat down at the table dejectedly, with his back leaning against the carved window, took out a paper fan from his arms, opened it and shook it in the wind, and lazily said: "Compared with why you want to win over that ghost, I'm more curious about— —Who has such a great ability to count ahead of you?"

Lou Jue's eyes froze slightly.

The tea soup swirls in the white jade cup, the clear surface reflects a clear eyebrow, Lou Jue's eyelids droop slightly, and the picture he saw on the hillside once again emerges in front of his eyes.

After a moment of silence, he hesitated and said, "He's... a very good-looking person."

"nice?"

Kong Jia's eyes lit up, the paper fan closed in a "swish", and pressed it in front of him, curiously said: "Could it be a girl? Come on, tell me quickly—how good-looking is it?"

"...Can you stop thinking about the girl in your head?"

The tea cup fell on the table, and the water rippled, splashing a few drops of water.

Lou Jue threw down the teacup and sighed, "It's a man."

"...Tch, what's so good about a man?"

Hearing that it was a man, Kong Jia immediately lost interest.

With a sneer, he leaned back against the window lattice, looked downstairs for a moment, then retracted his head, playing with the folding fan in his hand boredly.

Lou Jue recalled Hang Shi's eyebrows and pondered for a long time.

Then he said with emotion: "That person... I am not as good as him."

"Oh?"

Kong Jia raised his head in surprise, and asked, "What's not as good?"

Lou Jue turned in his direction.

He looked at Kong Jia, but his pupils did not focus on the young man, his eyes drifted far away, and there seemed to be a mist in the warm eyes, which was hazy and far away, making it difficult to distinguish the expressions.

Under the cover of the mahogany tabletop, Lou Jue's slender fingers curled up slightly.

But he remained calm, and still said in a neutral tone: "In order to befriend someone, I would not hesitate to jump into the other's hot spring pool... I am not as brave as him."

"You call that bravery?"

The folding fan in Kong Jia's hand failed to hold firmly, and fell to the ground with a "boom".

But he didn't care to pick it up, he just tilted his head and said in disbelief: "Is this purely shameless?"

"And it doesn't sound like befriending someone at all, but like chasing someone... Is that guy a broken sleeve?"

"I'm not sure if the sleeve will be broken or not." Lou Jue wrote lightly, "Why, you don't like breaking the sleeve?"

"It's not like I don't like it..."

Kong Jia rubbed the back of his head, thought hard for a moment, then shook his head and said, "As long as it's not you and me, it has nothing to do with me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped by three points.

There seemed to be a slightly cold wind blowing from the window, circling and penetrating into the hem of the clothes, making the young man shiver subconsciously.

"Stop talking about it, it's boring."

Seeing Lou Jue's eyes drooping and his complexion slightly pale, Kong Jia hurriedly said, "How about talking about this year's candidates? Let me tell you, all the girls in this group of candidates are very beautiful. Just now, outside the door Two more beauties came in, and when you saw it, it was—hiss!"

Caught off guard by the whirl of spiritual power, he hit Kong Jia's leg hard.

The young man covered his knees and almost knelt by the window.

"What are you playing me for again?" Kong Jia covered his knees, half-kneeling and raised his head, angrily said, "Can't I just take a look?"

Lou Jue drank the clear tea, poured out the remaining tea dregs in the cup, and said flatly, "Standing is indecent."

Kong Jia: "..."

To talk nonsense is clearly jealous of my young master's popularity!

……

The twilight moves westward, and the clouds are steaming and glowing.

In the blink of an eye it is night time.

Hang Xiao almost jumped down the hillside, the winding mountain road was so cute in his eyes, the blue stones were handsome, the flowing water was charming, and even the night became charming and gorgeous.

——It's a pity that it came too early, otherwise it would have dragged Ning Hong to chat for a while.

"The sky in the liberated area is a clear sky, the people in the liberated area really like it..."

He hummed an out-of-key song all the way, repeating those two lines over and over again, and sang them in different tones alternately. In order not to be heard by others, he deliberately sang the words vaguely.

Happy, really happy.

025 finished the task of watching the wind, and leisurely flapped his small wings back, and stopped on Hang Xiao's shoulder.

"So excited?" It laughed.

"That must be!" Hang Xiao nodded again and again.

Different from Hurrying last time, today he has maximized his sense of presence beside Ning Hong, and apart from his fit body, Ning Hong's conversation, words and deeds also moved Hang Xiaoxiao's heart.

A successful blind date ceremony.

Go back tonight and start writing "Longyang Acacia **"!

Choose the best to write!

Feeling drunk all the way, Hang Shi stepped into the inn and quickly found his bedroom after asking the waiter in the inn.

The room was not lit, and it was dark.

Hang Xiao picked up a pinch of Yang Yan at his fingertips, and the flames instantly illuminated the small space.

——There was someone in the house.

Arms folded, body like a loose body, standing upright in front of the window, his face livid.

The song he was humming stopped suddenly, and Hang Shi almost bit his tongue.

Holding a handful of faint yellow sparks, he raised his long eyebrows in astonishment, and asked hesitantly, "Meng...Qinghe?"

The author has something to say: Hang Xiao: This villain is so cute and innocent, he is so nervous that his fingertips are trembling.

Ning Hong: That's right, I'm so nervous...I'm afraid that if I can't hold back, I will pounce on you and eat you alive.

Hang Hour:! ! !

Hang Hour: Surprise.JPG? What did I miss?