Is Master Beauty crying today?

Intuition is intuition, but there is no evidence. The figure of the man on the second floor has disappeared, and Shen Fengqu feels a little unhappy in his heart.

The man gave him a very familiar feeling, even just looking at it, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and he didn't know what he was feeling uncomfortable.

Maybe it was because the man looked at him too plainly, even without emotion, he subconsciously felt...it shouldn't be like this.

"Dwarf, what are you doing standing there?"

Shen Fengqu withdrew his thoughts, Xue Changzhi dragged him upstairs, and vaguely felt a gaze falling on Xue Changzhi's wrist holding him in midair. If the gaze had any substance, it seemed that he wanted to stare at his hand.

"There are a lot of monks here, so don't run around. You can only be caught and locked up for running around now."

Xue Changzhi recited a mantra on his wrist, and the crimson mantra appeared in mid-air, forming a red line on his wrist.

The other end of the red line was in Xue Changzhi's hands. Xue Changzhi tugged, and he followed him unexpectedly, almost crashing into Xue Changzhi's arms.

Xue Changzhi stretched out his hand to support him. When Shen Fengqu lowered his head, he saw a red thread on the other hand. The red thread was wrapped around his wrist like black silk.

He was a little curious, and reached out to grab it. When he touched the red line, he seemed to be able to feel something not far from him. He touched it with his fingertips, and then he was shocked.

It was as if someone was trying to trick him on purpose. When he didn't touch it, he was fine, but when he touched it, he would be shocked.

Shen Fengqu retracted his fingertips, it hurt so much, he put his fingertips on his lips and blew, a little unhappy, he wanted to tear off the red thread.

"The red line of numerology?" Xue Changzhi naturally noticed his movement, and chanted a curse, trying to help him untie it, but he hadn't touched it yet, as if he had been warned, a devilish energy emerged from his fingertips, and his hand was almost crushed severed finger.

Xue Changzhi squinted his eyes, glanced at the devilish energy emerging from his fingertips, and then glanced at a certain point in the air. There was no emotion in his dark eyes, and he said to him, "Only you can solve this. You do as I tell you."

Shen Fengqu pulled the red thread for a while, but he didn't pull off the red thread. Instead, his hands were almost entangled. The red thread moved by itself. The more he pulled, the tighter the thread became.

He called the system in his mind, but the system ignored him and was offline again.

"I'll teach you to recite a mantra." Xue Changzhi recited it once.

Shen Fengqu was half-believing, followed what he said, and chanted a mantra. Not only did the red thread not untie, it stood crookedly in mid-air, and he twitched his palm along the way.

There was a red mark on the palm, Shen Fengqu looked dumbfounded, still wearing this? ?

Which heartless person tied him up? ?It's too irritating.

Shen Fengqu was angry, and glared at Xue Changzhi, his eyes were full of your useless complaints, he took his hand back, and didn't intend to take care of it.

"The spell to undo the red line of fortune telling is useless... Could it be you who tied it up yourself?" Xue Changzhi looked at him with pitch-black eyes, and his tone was indescribable.

The red line of numerology is connected to the soul, and the one tied by oneself is different from the one tied by others. The one tied by oneself is equivalent to handing over the right of choice to the other party.

Shen Fengqu ignored him, "Why should I tie this up?"

In fact, he didn't remember, but subconsciously thought that he would not hand over control to others so casually.

Xue Changzhi went to pinch his face, "You don't know? Who is connected to the other side of the red line of fortune telling?"

A sharp pain came from the fingertips, overflowing with demon energy, he took his hand back, forgetting that this person is really unknown now.

My brain may have been fooled by karma, and I don't even remember shit.

But I don't remember, but I still subconsciously know to find my own man.

The surrounding air seemed to be covered with a vague barrier, Xue Changzhi glanced mockingly, and twirled his fingertips.

I can't stay here... It would be too terrible to be watched all the time.

Shen Fengqu touched his pinched red face, and didn't bother to talk to him, how did he know who it was?

A gorgeous face was drawn in my mind, it couldn't possibly be connected to the male lead.

Not long after staying in the inn, Xue Changzhi took him to another one, and told him on the way, "I will take you in at night, you stay by my side, remember not to run around."

Shen Fengqu said he got it, but he still felt a gaze on him on the road, and he looked back, but saw nothing.

The red thread on the wrist was wound upwards, outsiders couldn't see it, but he could see it himself, and watched the red thread run up and wrapped around his neck.

There are a few circles of red lines on the cold white collarbone, which seems to have some inexplicable taboos, as if a mark has been left on it.

Shen Fengqu pulled it again along the way, but he didn't pull it off, his fingers were all red.

He gave up, thinking that when he saw the male lead, there would always be a way to solve it.

Since he is the male protagonist and the light of the righteous way, he should be able to reason, and he remembered the dream he had in the carriage... He would definitely not be unreasonable and bully him like the man in the dream.

Shen Fengqu subconsciously didn't think about why he subconsciously catered to him in his dream, and didn't think about why he didn't struggle too much, even when that person teased him, his face would blush and his heart beat.

He didn't admit it, it must be that bastard who bewitched him.

Xue Changzhi left after throwing him at the inn, and Shen Fengqu stayed in the room alone for a while.

The red lines on the neck gathered together, it looked like a deep red collar, and the skin was as fair as snow silk. Shen Fengqu looked at the water mirror for a while, but it didn't hurt, it just looked too strange.

In the evening, Xue Changzhi came back and brought him a lot of food. Shen Fengqu felt that the little devil treated him well, so he ate a lot. Noticing that the little devil was always looking at him, he smiled at the little devil for a moment.

With his smile, the little devil curled his lower lip to touch the crumbs of snacks on the corner of his lips, "If you see it, it's really what I said, how about going back to the Night Palace with me?"

Shen Fengqu thought for a while, he wanted to go back, he couldn't stay here, but seeing the little devil's eyes seemed to have some expectations, he said "yes".

When he finished speaking, the little devil didn't respond for a long time, his face was reflected in his dark eyes, and his eyelashes drooped to pinch his face, "Really? Don't lie to me."

Shen Fengqu's face was in pain from being pinched, he slapped Xue Changzhi's hand off, naturally he would not say such a guarantee, "Let go, it hurts."

The other party let go of him, and Shen Fengqu took a piece of steamed lotus root cake and put it into his mouth.

"Try this."

Xue Changzhi didn't know why, so Shen Fengqu said, "It's sweet."

There was a light sweet taste between his lips and teeth, but after he swallowed it, the taste left behind was bitter.

The candlelight flickered on the table, and the person opposite looked at him and bent his eyes, "This kind of dessert is half-bitter and half-sweet. Some people taste it bitter at first, but then it becomes sweet later, while some people thought it was sweet at first." After swallowing, you will know that it is actually bitter.”

Xue Changzhi stared at the person opposite, feeling that his face was blurred for a moment, as if asking him, "Which one did you taste?"

The candlelight stretched the shadows from the eyelashes, and the evening wind blew in, and he seemed to be able to see a red line on this person.

The red thread is connected to this person's soul, but the other end is not with him. It seems that if you pull it lightly, this person will go away in an instant.

"It's bitter." Xue Changzhi came back to his senses. It was already dark outside, leaving a blush in the twilight, and the day was coming to an end.

"It's fate whether it's bitter or sweet. After all, when you first taste it, you don't know what it tastes like."

Shen Fengqu cleaned up the table, and when he looked up, he found that the little devil was still looking at him. He stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him, "Let's go."

He grabbed the corner of the ink crow pattern, pulled the person down, and asked the other person, "Have you ever given me snacks before?"

There seemed to be some impressions in his mind. Someone gave him a lot of colorful snacks. The snacks were made by two little people who kissed each other. I don’t know who gave them. It was so unpalatable, but he still ate them all .

Thinking of this incident, his mood improved a little. The person who gave him the snack must be an idiot.

It can't be sent by the little devil.

Shen Fengqu turned his head to look over, and found that the little devil hadn't spoken, he was a little speechless, "Your eyesight is too bad... Next time, don't pick those that look fancy, you just buy what others ask you to buy, aren't you a fool?"

The people behind him remained silent, and he let go of his hand when he got on the carriage.

Seeing the emotion in the eyes of the man in front of him, Xue Changzhi felt as if he had been stabbed. Obviously, these words... were not intended for him in the first place.

The cold white hand let go, and he stared blankly, and it took him a while to come back to his senses when someone called him.

He also got into the carriage, the lights on the side of the street were dim, he looked back, the man fell asleep again, holding the robe he didn't know where to find in the corner of the carriage.

The eyelashes drooped down, and the cold white face showed a light pink look.

Sometimes his fingertips would move, and he would wake up when the carriage was swaying. He would stare blankly at him with innocent eyes open, then mutter something, and soon fell asleep again.

The ink is scattered on the side, the eyebrows are very gentle, and the sleeping face seems to reveal a gentle meaning.

He looked at it for a long time, and when he arrived at Tianji Pavilion, the man tugged at his sleeve, trying to drag him out of the carriage.

When that hand was retracted, he subconsciously stepped forward and grabbed the man's wrist.

The man turned around, his face was soft, and his eyes asked what was wrong with him.

The cool night wind blew towards his face, and he let go of his hand little by little.

He couldn't remember what he said for a moment, but he seemed to know that this person was beyond his reach.

That word was never uttered in the end.

The blue lantern elongated the figure, and it seemed a little more lonely when it fell on the ground.

Shen Fengqu didn't know why the little devil suddenly became strange. He looked at the mansion in the distance with some curiosity.

He hasn't met the hero yet, so he doesn't know what the hero will be like.

Thinking in this way, he entered the mansion together with the little devil, and when he entered, he faintly felt eyes falling on him again.

He looked along and saw nothing.

The seats in the mansion were all arranged in advance, Xue Changzhi chose the corner, and Shen Fengqu followed him to sit in the corner. He looked around, they were all monks, and most of them had good looks.

The following are all three or two monks discussing together in a low voice. I don't know when they suddenly stopped. Shen Fengqu noticed it and looked towards the gate of the palace.

A group of monks came. The man in the middle was dressed in black silver-patterned robes. He had a gorgeous appearance. His sharp eyebrows and eyes forced the beauty back a bit. His red lips were thin and his surroundings were cold, making it difficult to approach.

Like a cold plum on the top of a mountain, it is admirable.

When the man raised his eyebrows, the indifference of being thousands of miles away became more obvious. His clothes were closed on the top, and there was an aura of restraint. His cold white fingertips seemed to be carefully carved, too slender and powerful.

Shen Fengqu seemed to be aware of it, and heard a gasp from the disciple next to him.

"Honorable Snow Ember... really lives up to his reputation."

The author has something to say: Chu Linyuan in front of outsiders: Lord Xuezhu who is indifferent and ascetic

Chu Linyuan in front of Shen Fengqu: mad dog.