After death with the master

Ning Sui immediately raised his head to look at Zhou He.

His eyes were slightly opened, but there was still no expression on his face.

But only he himself knows what kind of turmoil is hidden under this tranquility.

The temperature in Zhou He's palm was like a flame, not only wrapped his hand, but also climbed up along his lifting wire, burning his whole body, almost extinguishing his burnt ashes, not even bones left Down.

When the temperature that Ning Sui had imagined many times covered his hands, when he realized that the heat could no longer be called scalding but burning, he felt shrinking and wanted to escape in a little prying and fantasizing. thought.

But there is another word called greed.

Ning Sui has never been a person with strong self-control.

In the eyes of others, he is self-disciplined and self-control, but because he really doesn't care and doesn't care.

People like him don't know what it feels like to "want".

Even if he was surprised to "like" a little back then, he turned around and left without hesitation, not letting this idea grow wantonly.

But it's all because he didn't get more, and a little bit of delusion that he inadvertently dreamed back in the middle of the night came true at this time, which made him feel like he was on fire, and he was born like a moth unwilling to turn back.

Ning Sui's hands did relax slowly under this temperature, but his heart and even his whole body tensed up.

It was as if he was being entangled indiscriminately with his strings, and he could bruise himself all over with just a little movement.

"Does it hurt?"

Zhou He didn't seem to notice the strangeness that Ning Sui tried his best to hide, he tilted his head to look at him, his voice was soft, his lowered eyes were gentle and comfortable.

Ning Sui didn't answer, nor did he pull out his hand.

He was afraid that the randomly tangled threads in his hands would scratch Zhou He's palms.

Even though he knew he wasn't that fragile, Ning Sui couldn't help but always wanted to protect Zhou He.

Because this is the only thing he can give Zhou He.

Chen widow has a good ear, and when he heard Zhou He's voice, he stopped his chattering. He turned around to say something, but his eyes fell on the overlapping sleeves of the two.

Chen Widow's brain went blank for a moment: "..."

Ning Sui finally withdrew his gaze, looked down at the ground, and said flatly and calmly, "No."

He said, "Let go."

Zhou Hezhen slowly withdrew his hand.

His hand lifted Ning Sui's sleeve, so Chen Widow saw the strangle marks on Ning Sui's hand. At this time, Chen Widow couldn't think about their behavior just now: "Brother Ning? What's wrong with you?" ?”

Ning Sui didn't answer, Zhou He said casually: "It's nothing, Brother Ning has nothing to do, so just restrain yourself."

What he said sounds like Ning Sui's mind is out of order.

So Ning Sui raised his eyes coldly and gave Zhou He a cold look, and the warmth left in his heart just now disappeared completely in an instant.

Zhou He tilted his head and smiled, just as a gust of wind blew up, his hair blurred his eyes, making it difficult for people to see the emotions in those eyes clearly.

He put his hand on Ning Sui's head, he didn't know how he felt, he just rubbed it, and then put down his hand again.

"Come on, don't delay any longer."

Chen Widow scratched his head, wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask, so he could only bite his own biscuit and turned around silently to lead the way.

But also because of this little episode, Chen Widow finally stopped his mouth that he hadn't shut up and ate the cake.

The Zangzhu House is located in a corner in the east of the city. Although the place is a bit out of the way, it is extraordinarily elegant.

It really feels like being hidden in the city.

The architecture of Zangzhu House is also very different.

The same blue bricks and stone tiles, but the walls of the Zangzhu house are painted with landscape paintings and even inscribed poems in various handwritings.

Whether it's the swaying poems or the slightly messy ink paintings on the wall, it can be seen that it was not made by one person.

When Widow Chen went to knock on the door, Zhou He stood in front of the outer wall and looked around.

Ning Sui was standing beside him, not looking at the magnificent wall, but only looking down at the bluestone bricks on the floor.

Zhou He: "This Mr. Li is not an arty person. These people are quite knowledgeable. Maybe someone will be in high school this year."

Ning Sui didn't even raise his eyelids, Zhou He raised his hand and shook it in front of him: "I'm talking to you. Maybe you can see them in the hall in the future."

Ning Sui's quiet eyes clearly caught the hand passing by in front of his eyes, but he still didn't move, didn't even say a word, only turned his head and walked towards Chen Widow.

Just at this time, someone came out and opened the door.

Looking at Ning Sui's thin back, Zhou He pinched his brows with a headache.

The children's feelings are getting better and better, and it is getting harder and harder to guide.

Wanting him to live well is really as difficult as climbing the sky.

Ning Sui was always too extreme when he thought about things, but he had his own set of principles and rules. Ning Sui made countless cold faces with Zhou He because of his stubbornness.

Zhou He raised his foot and walked over, and saw a young servant in gray clothes walking out of it.

"Master Chen?" The servant cupped his hands at Chen Widow: "My son has been waiting for you for a long time, please come in."

Widow Chen had only been to Zangzhu House once before, but at that time he only felt that Li Jin was a good man and he was comfortable with him, so he didn't feel anything wrong, but now Widow Chen thought about the bone-cutting whistle, and thought about this The name "Tibetan Pearl" felt weird, and my scalp tingled.

You Qi said that Li Jin had been waiting for him for a long time.

He turned his head and glanced at Ning Sui and Zhou He, wanting to ask for help, he heard the servant say again: "This must be Master Ning, right?"

He cupped his hands at Ning Sui again: "My son is looking forward to your arrival."

Ning Sui passed him and walked inside.

Zhou He seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and followed Ning Suicai when he raised his foot, and he didn't forget to turn his head and say to the boy: "Please lead the way."

The servant seemed to have paused for a moment, and immediately cupped his hands at the three of them, and walked to the front to lead the way.

Chen Widow hurriedly walked to Ning Sui, lowered his voice and asked Ning Sui: "Brother Ning, did we come in like this? I always feel that there is something wrong with Li Jin...and he already knew that we would come to him , wouldn’t that be a net of heaven and earth?”

Ning Sui ignored him, Zhou He glanced over Ning Sui, and landed on him: "Are you questioning our Master Ning?"

His tone was full of laughter and teasing, and his eyes, which were like glazed glass, were drawn narrow and long by him, making them look extraordinarily soft.

As soon as Chen Widow looked up, she met Zhou He's eyes, and immediately lowered her head with red ears: "...No."

It was also because he was too worried.

Beside him, there was a Yanshu genius, a patriarch's successor, three of them, and he was the only one.

Ning Sui suddenly glanced sideways at Chen Widow.

Widow Chen didn't notice it, and just continued to walk forward. On the contrary, Zhou He noticed Ning Sui's little movement, and his eyebrows and eyes frowned again.

Are the kids jealous?

The boy led the three of them around several corridors.

The layout of the Zangzhu House is also excellent.

But it can also be seen that there have been changes in the decoration, but even so, traces of the formation can still be seen.

It is a town house to ward off evil spirits and keep safe.

"That's right." Chen Widow called to the boy in front: "Has Xie Mu not arrived yet?"

Xuanmen has four addresses in Tanzhou, which are the four corners of the southeast, northwest, and Xie Mu himself lives in the east side of the city.

Even if they were led away by Zhou He, Xie Mu would still be faster than them, after all, the Zangzhu House was almost next to the Taoist gate.

The little servant respectfully said: "Master Xie has already arrived, young master asked me to invite him to sit in the Tibetan Pearl Pavilion for a while, presumably Master Xie has been fascinated by the rare treasures in the Tibetan Pearl Pavilion. "

Zangzhu Pavilion in Zangzhu House.

How strange it sounds.

Chen Widow glanced at the two big men around him, settled his mind and asked calmly: "I remember that Xie Mu has a good relationship with your son, and he has been here many times. He has never been to the Cangzhu Pavilion before. ?"

The servant did not doubt that he was there: "Nothing. The young master is very precious about the things in there. He took care of them all by himself. The rest of us can't intervene, and he has never invited anyone in."

He paused, then took a careful look at Ning Sui: "Perhaps a distinguished guest came today."

Ning Sui noticed his gaze, but didn't even lift his eyelids.

What Li Jin thought of him had nothing to do with him.

But Zhou He sneered and glanced at the young servant, seeing that young servant hastily withdrew his gaze, and his heart kept beating, he felt as if he was being targeted by some raging beast, but he also felt that he The idea is kind of weird and funny.

The young man led them to a five-storey octagonal pavilion, and gestured sideways towards the old-looking gate: "Master asked me to bring you here, please."

He smiled, not knowing what was hidden in the pagoda in front of him: "Master said he is waiting for you inside."

After Chen Widow thanked the servant and watched him leave, Ning Sui and Zhou He looked at the pavilion in front of them without moving.

He scratched his head in doubt and wanted to ask, but he heard Zhou He ask, "Did you smell it?"

Ning Sui raised his eyelashes slightly, calmly and indifferently: "Yes."

Profound masters of their level have a sense of smell that is beyond natural.

It's not really being able to smell, it's something else.

For example, now Ning Sui could smell the stale, fetid smell of blood in the octagonal pavilion in front of him amidst the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.

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