Your Majesty, quickly turn off the TV for this minister and do your homework

Although the process was tortuous and the road was long, the first pot of dumplings was finally made smoothly.When Bi Xia brought out a plate of dumplings and brought them to the dining table, it was almost evening, and Han Feiming and Han Sheng were sitting at the table waiting for him.The TV in the living room was randomly selected to provide a lively background sound.

Originally this afternoon, he thought he would spend this year alone again, but the teacher dragged his family back to accompany him.Although this uncle of the Han family has a cold face all day long and has no sense of festiveness for the New Year, he is still a living person who can pick up dumplings with chopsticks. It is more real than a family reunion separated by a screen.

The leader of the Han family in the neighboring province, the nephew of the leader, and the young master who was not recognized by the family, the three of them gathered around the table to watch TV and have a New Year's Eve dinner—thinking about it carefully, this scene is really indescribably weird.But when Bi Xia sat down next to Han Feiming and watched Han Feiming sandwiching dumplings for him, a warm current rushed through his heart, as if...

a family of three?

No, what kind of weird metaphor, even if Han Sheng can cross the age, gender and blood relationship with the teacher and form Xipi, he is not young enough to be the son of those two.

Then-

The son-in-law who came to the door for the first time met the old man?

...seems even weirder.

But no matter how hard Bi Xia tried, he couldn't get the words "son-in-law" and "father-in-law" out of his mind.Especially after taking a sneak peek at Han Sheng, who was still aloof even while eating dumplings, the image of the "old man" solidified more thoroughly.

When he finally came to his senses, the dumplings in his bowl had piled up into a hill, and Han Feiming was still adding bricks and tiles to the top. "...Teacher, these are really enough, you can eat quickly."

Han Feiming turned a deaf ear to it, picked up a few more on the precarious mountain of dumplings, rummaged through the plate, and finally took back the chopsticks with a satisfied smile, "Okay, you've got all the dumplings out."

After finishing speaking, he picked up a beautifully wrapped dumpling, put it in his bowl gracefully, and chewed it slowly.

Bi Xia looked down at the hills in his bowl, and when he took a closer look, he found that each one was really ugly, and it was indeed his own handwriting.

...Hey, so the teacher picked up the dumplings for him just now with the mentality of picking up trash!

After learning this fact, Bi Xia was inevitably a little sad, but such sad energy was thrown aside after the first dumpling was eaten, "Teacher, how do you mix this stuffing? It's delicious."

Han Feiming smiled, "It's not me, but Mr. Han over there. If you want to ask, just ask him."

As soon as Han Sheng was mentioned, the Bi family couldn't help but think of the metaphor he had just said, coughing a few times in embarrassment, but facing the teacher's encouraging eyes, he still had the courage to talk to Han Sheng, "Han Sir, then..."

Han Sheng frowned, "Why do you still call me Mr. Han? Just call me Uncle like Feiming."

When he was speaking, Han Feiming was adding vinegar to the bowl. Hearing this, his hands shook, and the bottle of vinegar fell on him, drenching him all over.

Bi Xia was taken aback, quickly picked up the bottle and covered it, "Teacher, are you alright?"

Han Feiming was choked by the smell of acetic acid and coughed. Frowning, he fanned his mouth and nose with his hands, "I...cough, I'll go upstairs to change clothes, you guys eat first."

After he left, the atmosphere suddenly became a lot stiffer.Han Sheng kept silent with a sullen face, and Bi Xia was too embarrassed to take the initiative to speak up, so he could only choose to concentrate on conquering the dumpling mountain in front of him.

As he was eating, there was a crisp sound in his ear—Han Sheng put down his chopsticks and looked up at him.

This gaze was really a bit creepy, after Bi Xiashi ate two dumplings without taste, he finally put down his chopsticks, "Uncle Han, may I ask you..."

"Feiming wants to be with you. I originally disagreed." Han Sheng looked him up and down, "You are too young, unreliable, and have such an awkward position in the family. I am afraid that Feiming will be with you. We will be dragged down by your affairs together, and we have to take care of you."

What he said was basically correct, but Bi Xia couldn't understand.

What does "together" mean in his imagination?Or...literally "together"?

Bi Xia coughed dryly, "Uncle Han, I..."

Han Sheng interrupted him again, "But I've always been very accurate in judging people. I know you are sincere about Feiming, and unlike that Luo Gong, you don't have so many crooked eyes."

When he said that, it showed what he really meant.Bi Xia frowned, trying to regain the right to speak, "Mr. Han, I think you-"

But Han Sheng didn't intend to give him a chance to speak at all.He leaned forward, the expression on his face darkened, "Do you know why Luo Gong is still alive?"

Bi Xia was choked by him several times, and he was really a little annoyed, but after hearing this sentence, the emotions that were about to explode were interrupted again, "Because he is the second young master of the Luo family?"

"Because—" Han Sheng said, "I'm afraid that Feiming will be sad."

After he said this, he leaned back on the back of the chair, his sinister expression slightly restrained, and he returned to his usual cold face, "Do you understand what I mean? I won't let anyone who makes Feiming sad, Whoever it is. So...be careful."

Bi Xia wanted to explain to him again, but thought that if he misunderstood it as "dislike my family's Feiming", it would be over, and the possibility of this is really not small.After weighing the pros and cons, he picked up his chopsticks again and lowered his head to deal with Dumpling Mountain.

But having said that, this feeling of being misunderstood...is actually a bit indescribably refreshing?

Bi Xia glanced at Han Sheng again while making dumplings, and the previous metaphor of "old man" became more vivid.

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Han Feiming looked at the large stains on the changed trousers, sighed, and threw them into the sink in the bathroom. Just as he was about to soak them in water, he was interrupted by a smack of lips.

"Hey Mingming, these dumplings are pretty good." Bagua Immortal held half a dumpling that was still steaming white, blowing it from time to time while talking, "It's so beautiful, you must have made it."

Han Feiming hadn't seen him in physical form for a long time, so he temporarily put aside his work, turned to him and joked, "Aren't you afraid that those two people will find out if you steal dumplings?"

"I can't find it, I just fished it out of the pot." Bagua Immortal grabbed it in the air, and a half-cooked dumpling appeared in his hand, flashed in front of his eyes, and disappeared again.

"...Are your hands clean?"

"Hey, don't underestimate the immortal power of this Great Immortal!"

Han Feiming smiled lightly, and sat beside him, "Recently, you appear less and less frequently. Is there something that's holding you back?"

"Tch, it's because you've been having a heated fight with your students, uncle, etc. recently, and you don't have time to play with me." The gossip fairy said sourly, "So I have to find a new love."

"Xinhuan?" Han Feiming frowned slightly, "Did you accept a new mission?"

"Why, don't you want me?" The gossip fairy squeezed his chin with a smirk, and then satisfactorily admired Han Feiming's angry lips, "...Oh, it's okay, prime minister, we two It’s hard to be alone, why are you so serious.”

Han Feiming sighed, "I know it's useless to argue with you. To be honest, are you really busy with something recently?"

The Eight Diagrams Immortal snapped his fingers, "You have discovered this. Well, I have been in some trouble recently. It is so troublesome that my subordinates can't handle it. I have to do it myself, so the free time is getting less and less. Yes. Actually, I came to you at this time today to talk about this matter...be careful recently."

Han Feiming frowned again, "What?"

The expression on the gossip fairy's hippie smile gradually subsided, "Recently, there have been a few abnormalities in my area. Several immortals reported that they found unrecorded souls in various places. And they were completely undiscovered when they were wandering in the human world. It only emits detectable fluctuations at the moment of disappearance."

Han Feiming frowned even tighter, "So?"

"So, this shows that someone is making trouble." The gossip fairy's tone became gloomy, "For example, this task of yours was supposed to be a grudge between you and Bi Xia, but someone made a hindrance and got Bi Han's soul here—almost That's what it means. But don't worry, I checked your records and found no similar fluctuations."

"Wait." Han Feiming suddenly thought, "You said that there are immortals from all over the world... Is there anyone else who is in the same situation as me?"

"Of course there is, but it's not exactly the same. There are various situations. It's right to be roughly similar." The gossip fairy waved his hand and said, "But don't worry, I know what you are worrying about. We are in this business After so many years, of course there is a sense of proportion, and people like you will not meet and influence each other."

Hearing what he said, Han Feiming really felt that he was worried a little too much, so he relaxed and smiled, "Since you have rich experience, it's not like you haven't encountered such a thing before."

"During my tenure, I have always been quite peaceful, and such a thing has really never happened." The gossip fairy touched his chin thoughtfully, "But I pretended to be dead and turned over all the files of the Department of Enmity and found out There are a few similar cases. That time, it was a certain immortal who fell into the evil way, pretending to be an outstanding employee of the Grace Department to deceive the trust of the target, and then persuaded them to commit suicide, absorbing the obsession and resentment of the soul, so as to improve their own cultivation. "

"Is there such a thing?" Han Feiming didn't know their grievances in the heavens, but he felt that he was really shuddering. "Then what clues do you have now?"

The gossip fairy shook his head, "If I had any clues, I wouldn't be as busy as I am now."

After he finished speaking, he got up and stretched himself, yawned and said vaguely: "Anyway, if there are any clues, I will definitely share them with you first. I may disappear for a while recently, so be careful on your own." One point, if someone advises you to commit suicide, you must hold back."

This guy is really... No matter how serious the matter is, he can make jokes.Han Feiming couldn't help laughing, "Definitely."

The gossip fairy looked at him up and down again, as if to confirm whether he was missing arms or legs, and then sighed, "Take care, obviously, this time I may be away for longer than last time, when you miss me Bear with it for now, and love you well when my master comes back."

As he spoke, he rubbed Han Feiming's hair violently, then laughed and disappeared suddenly.

Han Feiming combed his messy hair helplessly, sighed lightly, his heart was a little heavy because of the news just now, but it was not entirely because the gossip fairy was leaving, but...

disturbed?

The fingers he was combing his hair froze suddenly, then lowered, and gradually tightened.

Just at that moment, he remembered a picture.

A few months ago, when he was kidnapped because of his relationship with Luo Gong, when the dagger cut his neck, a figure clearly flashed in front of his eyes.

Later, when he was dying, he was lying on the ground, unconscious, but he seemed to hear a voice.

"Your soul...wounds...healed...soul energy exhausted...completely disappeared between heaven and earth...Have you figured it out..."

"Have you figured it out..."

Han Feiming clenched his fists suddenly, his eyes were about to burst.

"Have you figured it out, Bi Han?"

Bi Han.

So his wounds healed not because of the protective spell cast by the Eight Trigrams Immortal, but because of...

"Gossip Immortal?" Han Feiming anxiously tried to contact him.But no matter how much they fiddled with the kits that the two usually use to communicate, they still didn't get a reply as usual, "Gossip fairy? Gossip fairy?"

The kit trembled suddenly, and then a wisp of green smoke came out, and the originally looming fluorescence was completely dimmed at this moment.

Was it broken?

Han Feiming took a deep breath to calm down.Since it is a foregone conclusion that he cannot be contacted, it is of no use for him to panic, instead he is messing up.

For the current plan, he can only act cautiously first, and wait for the gossip fairy to return before discussing it too late.

Han Feiming looked at the sky.Seeing that it was getting late, the two people below must have been waiting impatiently, so they tidied up, soaked the dirty trousers in water, opened the door and prepared to go downstairs.

But when he just came out of the room and before he could reach the stairs, he suddenly realized that there was something wrong with the sound downstairs.

One more person.

"Bi Xia, let me tell you, let that Han Feiming move out!" The man's voice was full of uncontrollable anger, "It's not like you don't know who he is, do you want to be infected by him? You want to be gay too? "