The Villainous Shizun Is As Beautiful As A Flower

Zhou Xuanlan's long eyelashes drooped, and he couldn't see the expression in his eyes clearly, so he poured a cup of tea and handed it over, "Master, drink some tea."

Shen Liuxiang drank it all in one gulp, coughed, and smoothed down the stuff in his throat.

Holding the teacup with his slender fingers, he noticed that everyone was looking at him, especially Ling Ye, who was hesitating to speak, and Ye Bingran, who was suddenly cold in shock.

Rubbing the rim of the cup with her fingertips, she got up and walked towards the bed.

It seems that they want to provoke the relationship between him and his senior brother, and make Ye Bing Ran his enemy by the way.

The person on the bed was still whispering, calling his name softly.

"Don't call me by my name," Shen Liuxiang leaned close to Su Baiche's ear, and smiled lowly, "I don't want to hug you at all, because you are a bit ugly and smelly, I don't like it."

There was a murmur on the bed, a hoarse voice.

Ye Bingran curled up his fingers, tried his best to restrain the anger in his heart, and managed not to push Shen Liuxiang away. Ling Ye was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing.

Chouzi has nothing to do with Su Baiche, besides, he doesn't smell bad, and even exudes a faint fragrance.

"He's neither ugly nor smelly," Ye Bingran explained in a cold voice.

Shen Liuxiang: "Although beauty is in the eye of the beholder, don't you..."

Su Baiche suddenly coughed up blood, and in the blink of an eye, his white chin was stained red with blood. Ye Bingran held his hand tightly, and turned to look at Lan Xiaosheng, "Master, can you check him again, maybe there are other injuries."

Lan Xiaosheng frowned and heaved a long sigh.

He has never seen Ye Bingran so nervous, it seems that he can't change his mind.

Shen Liuxiang followed everyone out of the room.

The door was gently closed, and Ling Ye looked at him with dim eyes, "You come with me."

Shen Liuxiang's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that Ling Ye really regarded him as a rival in love, he tried to explain, "Brother, Su Baiche and I..."

"Everyone else is fine," Ling Ye stopped.

The breeze picked up the fallen leaves and swirled around him, "Su Baiche is the only one who can't."

Shen Liuxiang opened his mouth slightly, wanting to ask why.

Is Su Baiche so special?

When the words came to his lips, he swallowed them again. After all, Ling Ye is not his real senior brother, not to mention that he doesn't have a good relationship with the original owner, so he has no right to ask.

Ling Ye turned around.

Seeing Shen Liuxiang shrugging his head, his eyes moved slightly, and he raised his hand to pluck the dead leaves from his black hair.

"I didn't blame you, I just followed the destiny."

Shen Liuxiang is unknown.

In the evening, Shen Bubu was lying on the window sill, teasing a green plant with a smile, holding an apple in both hands.

Hearing the movement at the door, he smiled, and was about to pounce, when he suddenly shrugged his nose, "Daddy smells bad."

Shen Liuxiang probably wafted from Su Baiche's body, and no one else seemed to be able to smell this smell.

Shen Bubu was about to suffocate from the smell, took off a golden leaf on top of his head, stepped on the table, and the leaf swept left and right on Shen Liuxiang's body.

After finishing his work, he gasped for breath and put Jin Ye back in place.

Shen Liuxiang stretched out his hand and flicked it: "What's the use of this leaf?"

"Don't move, Daddy, it will itch." Shen Bubu's cheeks were slightly red, and he covered the gold leaf on his head with both hands, "It will only be useful when it bears fruit."

Shen Liuxiang felt strange: "When will it end?"

Shen Bubu tilted his head, and pondered for a while, "Probably saved ten leaves."

Shen Liuxiang yawned, feeling a little sleepy, and went to bed early.

In another room, Su Baiche quietly opened his eyes, touched his forehead with his fingertips, and recited the syntax formula.

In an instant, a black figure knelt down on the ground, its eyes were scarlet and blank, like a puppet.

"What is the master's order?"

Tong Xi: "Nightmare beasts are not suitable for you, you should listen to me, Baifeng is in line with your image."

The moonlight shone into the room, Su Baiche sat cross-legged on the bed, "I only care about whether it is useful or not."

Nightmare is one of the three most ferocious beasts in the demon world. He managed to subdue it only after a narrow escape, so he was chased and killed by strange beasts for several days.

"What's the use of it?" Tong Xi complained dissatisfiedly, "If I hadn't helped you cover up the stench of nightmares, others would have known you had it and would have scared them away. How could you be so charming?"

Su Baiche sneered from the bottom of his heart, and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, I will do as you said after I have solved Shen Liuxiang."

He squeezed the formula with his fingers to drive the nightmare beast to move, "Aren't you curious? Every time you are sure about Shen Liuxiang, you are wrong. Whether it is him stepping into the realm of transforming gods or subduing the tengu... all deviate from your expectations .”

Tong Xi said loyally: "I only help you, and don't care about others."

"I mean he has a problem," Su Baiche said coldly, "Before and after he entered the Sifang Blood Pool, something must have happened to him. I don't feel at ease if I don't find out."

Tong Xi felt that fuss was trivial: "Don't worry, he's just a small stumbling block and can't threaten you."

Su Baiche couldn't be bothered to talk anymore, and turned to look at the Nightmare Beast, "Go find his memory."

Shen Bubu was woken up by the smell, stretched out his little hand from the quilt, rubbed his eyes, leaned close to the sound of Shen Liu in his deep sleep, sniffed carefully, and frowned.

Zhou Xuanlan hadn't rested yet, when he heard an urgent call from the next room, his expression changed, and he went to the next door in a blink of an eye.

"Daddy! Daddy!"

Shen Liuxiang was lying on the bed, with soft black hair scattered on the side of the pillow, thick black eyelashes drooping quietly, and his breath was continuous and even. If Shen Bubu next to him hadn't been pushing him hard, he didn't wake him up. When he was soundly asleep.

Zhou Xuanlan put his finger on Shen Liuxiang's wrist and checked the condition of his body, but found nothing unusual.

He frowned, lifted the thin quilt, took a robe and wrapped it around Shen Liuxiang's body, picked him up from the bed, and walked out of the room quickly.

When Su Baiche heard the movement, she thought to herself that she would not have discovered it so soon.

After hesitating for a moment, he chased after him.

When he arrived, Lan Xiaosheng was standing by the bed, putting his palm on Shen Liuxiang's forehead to check, Ling Ye, Ning Runxin and Zhao Lin were standing beside him, Zhou Xuanlan and Shen Bubu, who were the first to notice something was wrong, were squeezed behind instead.

Shen Bubu stood on tiptoe, raised his neck, and looked towards the bed through the slit between several people.

Seeing this, Zhou Xuanlan picked him up and was about to put him on the square table when Shen Bubu shrugged his nose and looked towards the door, "You stink!"

Su Baiche was startled: "Why can he smell it?!"

"It doesn't matter," Tong Xi faltered, "Just as long as the people you want to attack can't smell it."

Su Baiche almost laughed angrily.

Shen Bubu ran over, raised Bai Nen's foot and kicked it, "You must be harming Daddy."

Su Baiche's eyes widened, and he realized that Shen Bubu was quite strong, and it hurt him to kick him.

All eyes in the room looked around, he forced a smile, glanced at the gold leaf on Shen Bubu's head, and stretched out his hand, "Did you misunderstand something?"

Shen Bubu immediately took a step back, looked around the room, and ran back to Zhou Xuanlan's side in aggrieved manner, wrinkled his face, "He has a stinky smell, just like Daddy's."

Lan Xiaosheng turned around: "It smells like mud."

Shen Bubu touched the gold leaf on his head, "I don't know, but it smells like vomiting."

"Where the Nightmare Beast goes, the stench is incomparable, full of the smell of mud." Lan Xiaosheng glanced at Su Baiche meaningfully, "I'm a little curious why you were targeted by the strange beast."

After he finished asking, the face of the person standing at the door turned pale, and he was eager to explain, but as soon as his lips parted, he couldn't help covering his mouth and coughing.

Bright red blood flowed down between the fingers, and the slender figure was crumbling.

"I...cough..."

Ye Bingran arrived just in time, supported him with one hand, and said in disbelief: "Master doubts Bai Che? He is not such a person."

"We'll talk about this later," Ling Ye frowned slightly, "Save Junior Brother first."

The power of the Nightmare Beast is that it can invade the monk's sea of ​​consciousness, use memory to set up illusions, and make the other party think it is a real thing.

If you fail to detect the existence of the nightmare beast, you will be trapped in it forever.

Can't wake up again.

Lan Xiaosheng pondered for a moment, then looked at Ling Ye: "I have a technique, which can help people enter his sea of ​​consciousness."

"Pull Junior Brother out of the illusion?" Ling Ye understood what he meant, but frowned again, "He has to be willing to go with someone."

Lan Xiaosheng nodded: "So that person must be deeply trusted by him, and he must be awake enough. The nightmare hidden in the sea of ​​consciousness may use the memory of the sound to trap the intruder inside."

After the words fell, the room fell silent.

Ning Runxin rolled up his sleeves lightly, and took the lead in breaking the silence, "In this case, it can only be me."

He spoke with full confidence: "Liu Xiang and I have a fateful friendship. To him, I can give him back. Although he can't usually see it, in fact, in his heart, his trust in me should exceed that of everyone present here. Everyone."

"But he is my senior brother."

With his hands behind his back, Ling Ye's eyes fell on Shen Liuxiang's peaceful sleeping face, and he smiled lightly, "There are many people he can entrust his back to, but senior brother, I am the only one."

Ning Runxin's face darkened.

"Although there is only one senior brother, a senior brother is just a senior brother."

Lan Xiaosheng pointed to the door, "The person he has been chasing for ten years, if Bing Ran enters the sea of ​​consciousness, I don't think Liu Xiang will reject him no matter what."

Ye Bingran was taken aback for a moment, then nodded slightly.

His feelings for Shen Liuxiang were extremely complicated. The other party had stalked him for many years, and he finally figured out not to pester him. As a result, Bai Che fell in love with him again, and he felt somewhat uncomfortable.

But he is also a member of the immortal sect, so he can't do anything that would allow him to die.

"Disciple can give it a try."

Zhao Lin found that he seemed to be the weakest connection among them, so he kept silent rationally, and whispered unwillingly.

"Maybe, brother Chen Xiang chose me."

"Daddy likes me the most," Shen Bubu rolled his eyes, and said nonsense, "Our father and son are connected by blood, and I will definitely be able to bring Daddy out of the Sea of ​​Consciousness Illusion."

Everyone ignored him, and their eyes fell on the young man who had been silent all this time.

"I have seen Master's Sea of ​​Consciousness," Zhou Xuanlan said indifferently, before throwing a bomb lightly, "in the Bone Washing Spring, Master let me in, and our two Seas of Consciousness merged. You should all understand the meaning."

"It's all about having fun for a while," Lan Xiaosheng's face turned ashen, "It's best to burn the ice."

Ning Runxin's face was dark: "I repeat, the person who can make him put down his guard and follow him must be me."

"Is there any misunderstanding in your Sword Sect?" The smile on Ling Ye's face gradually faded, "He is Qingling Xianjun, my junior brother, after all, you are all outsiders."

Shen Bubu covered his head and frowned tightly, his head felt dizzy when he heard it.