A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

They were lucky, there happened to be a small village near the place where they fell, and there was a small hotel in the village that was not closed.

Ling Siyao immediately grabbed Cheng Weiwan's arm and said, "Wanwan, how about the two of us sharing a room?"

Cheng Weiwan had no objection, just nodded and wanted to go get the key with Ling Siyao.

Meng Xianjue took the lead and said: "We have been traveling all the way. After today, I'm afraid it's not easy to find a place to stay. It's inconvenient for two people to live in one room. You two, one room is enough."

Ling Siyao was hesitating, Cheng Weiwan looked at him: "Then where are you going?"

Meng Xianjue took the two bright keys very naturally, gave Cheng Weiwan and Ling Siyao one each, and said in a low voice: "I am a ghost cultivator, so I am different from ordinary people. I am quite familiar with this place, and there are still some things To deal with it, I will meet you again tomorrow morning."

The original book didn't mention this, and even the passage they experienced didn't appear, and they didn't have any clue about the "thing" Meng Xianjue said.

But the two of them politely didn't ask too much, just finalized some details with Meng Xianjue, took the key and went back to the room to rest.

And Meng Xianjue bid farewell to the two of them. After walking not far away, he turned his head and looked around. After confirming that there was no one around, he moved his fingers slightly, as if making a trick. On the thick branches, from the angle where he lowered his head a little, he happened to be able to see the room Cheng Weiwan lived in, the light reflected by the window.

At this time, the candles in the room were brightly lit, and a black silhouette was projected on the curtains, which moved from time to time, obviously the people inside hadn't fallen asleep yet.

Meng Xianjue tilted his head to look at the shaking shadow, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Wu Zhong seemed to have no serious injuries, he appeared next to Meng Xianjue without anyone noticing, and whispered: "My lord?"

Meng Xianjue: "Huh?"

"My lord, don't you have something else to do?"

"It's nothing important, I just don't want the two of them to live in one room."

Wu Zhong: "..."

Don't let the two of them live in one room, so you sleep in a tree by yourself?

Meng Xianjue looked a little far away, and suddenly he saw the shadow standing up, bending over, and blowing out the candle. At this moment, his field of vision was plunged into darkness.

There was a soft smile on the corner of his mouth: "He's going to sleep."

Wu Zhong: "..."

"My lord, otherwise I will open a barrier for you, and you have not rested for many days."

Meng Xianjue waved his hand lightly: "It's okay, I don't need to sleep either, so I don't need to waste time on such insignificant things."

Wu Zhong hesitated to speak, as if he still wanted to persuade him, but he found that his master was still staring at the completely darkened window in thought, so he shut his mouth wisely and didn't say anything more.

Time seemed to stand still, as if after a long time, Meng Xianjue suddenly said, "Wu Zhong, did you ever have a family?"

Wu Zhong tried hard to think back, and finally remembered that before he died, he had a happy little family.

So he replied, "Yes."

Meng Xianjue suddenly became interested, and finally he was willing to look away from the small window, and asked in a low voice: "Is there still harmony?"

Wu Zhong pulled the corners of his mouth, trying to make a smile: "A few days ago, I also received paper money from my wife and children."

Meng Xianjue smiled lightly, taking a full look at Wu Zhong's satisfied expression, and then he was relieved. He looked away, and asked quietly: "Then do you still remember, when you gave your wife the first gift, how did you feel?" sent out?"

Wu Zhong: "..."

Wu Zhong tried his best to recall this scene, and finally got some clues. He said thoughtfully: "I remember that we were talking about marriage back then. Before the wedding, we were not allowed to meet each other. I secretly found out when she was going to go out. On that day, I hid in the crowd and quietly handed the gift to her personally."

Meng Xianjue listened quietly, with sparkles in his eyes, he felt Wu Zhong's happiness, so he couldn't bear to interrupt.

In the end, Wu Zhong finally stopped talking, and Meng Xianjue asked softly, "Then what do you think is the key to sending the gift?"

He recalled the gift that Cheng Weiwan completely rejected on the last snowy night, and he couldn't help feeling a little sour in his heart.

Wu Zhong pondered for a long time, and finally thought of the answer: "My subordinates believe that the key lies in the heart, not whether the thing is expensive or not."

He guessed that Meng Xianjue wanted to give the magic weapon refined that day to the fairy-like person in the house, but he couldn't find a chance.

Meng Xianjue really listened to it: "Wish? But that was already done by me..."

There is nothing more precious in this world than something made with one's own hands and devoted time and patience.

Wu Zhongji thought about it, and said: "My lord, this subordinate thinks that your intentions are enough, but it's just that you don't have a chance, why don't you act like this..."

Wu Zhong offered his proposal earnestly, and Meng Xianjue listened carefully. In the end, the two hit it off and both felt that the move was feasible.

Meng Xianjue extracted two key points from Wu Zhong.

"Romance" and "Heart".

Wu Zhong's face was expressionless and his voice was deep, but Meng Xianjue just felt that he looked serious and extremely serious.

Wu Chong said: "My lord, as long as you have these two points, I'm not afraid that you won't win her heart. All the girls in Tianlu like these."

Meng Xianjue has lived for so many years in his last life and this life, either obsessed with cultivation or indulging in power and fighting, never paying attention to such things.

Although Meng Xianjue felt that something was wrong, he believed what Wu Zhong said.Even though he felt that Cheng Weiwan was different from those girls, he felt it was necessary to give it a try.

Meng Xianjue thought hard all night, and finally came up with a sentence under Wu Zhong's guidance.

"The wind of the world brings your gaze, those heartbeats beyond words, the rulers of pledge oaths, crushed into sand between fingers, across mountains, seas and time. At that time, there was wind, and now my heart is moving."

Meng Xianjue neatly wrote these words on a piece of white paper, carefully dried the ink, and stamped the "belt" that he had refined, which would be looted by thousands of people once it was born, on the outside of the envelope. Eye-catching knot.

Then, facing the dawn of the east, along the crack of the door, quietly stuffed this letter full of his "heart" and "romance" into Cheng Weiwan's room.

Afterwards, he hid his figure and hid aside, preparing to see Cheng Weiwan reading the letter as soon as Cheng Weiwan got up.

But...everything goes wrong.

Ling Siyao got up early and made a fuss with the boss. After washing up, he opened the door and stepped on the floor. He rushed to Cheng Weiwan's door, knocked on the door and shouted: "Wanwan, Wanwan , are you awake?"

A look of nervousness and urgency appeared on Meng Xianjue's face after a long absence.

There was no answer from inside, Ling Siyao continued to knock, causing people next door to poke their heads out to see what's going on.

Amid the urgent knock on the door, Cheng Weiwan finally opened the door slowly, yawned lazily, casually tugged at the collar that was tilted aside due to his yawning, and asked, "What's the matter?"

At this moment, Meng Xianjue didn't have time to look at Cheng Weiwan, all his attention was focused on the letter at Cheng Weiwan's feet, and he silently prayed in his heart that Cheng Weiwan would see the letter before closing the door.

But Ling Siyao pulled the process before it was too late, muttering: "I have something important to tell you."

Ling Siyao had no distractions, nothing out of sight, hurriedly dragged Cheng Weiwan into the house.

Unfortunately, with a slap, he just stepped on the letter lying on the ground, which no one noticed.

Seeing this, Wu Zhong gasped, even though he was already a living corpse, he couldn't do this action of gasping.

He looked at Meng Xianjue cautiously.

I saw that Meng Xianjue still managed to maintain a decent smile, but the curvature of the corners of his mouth was not as curved and upturned as before.

Ling Siyao didn't seem to realize that when he walked forward, the white letter paper was still stuck to his shoe, and when he lifted his foot, Meng Xianjue could still see that the letter had been stained on the floor stains on.

Meng Xianjue finally couldn't sit still anymore, he couldn't hide his body freely anymore, he seemed to appear out of nowhere, and while the door was still open, he yelled "Cheng Not Too late".

Cheng Weiwan and Ling Siyao turned their heads at the same time, and when they saw Meng Xianjue, Ling Siyao waved at him with a smile on his face.

But it was also because of his action that the piece of paper stuck under his feet fell off.

A piece of paper that had become somewhat mottled fell to the ground lightly.

Meng Xianjue cared so much about that piece of paper, he didn't even say a word, his gaze was only focused on the slightly clumsy "heart" that he had spent a whole night grinding out.

Cheng Weiwan followed Meng Xianjue's line of sight to look, and only saw a piece of paper with a black footprint on the surface, the paper was neatly folded, and a knot he liked was tied in the upper left corner.

He muttered "What is this?", but bent down to pick it up without any hesitation.

Meng Xianjue moved his lips, as if he wanted to give some pale explanation, but the explanation seemed too pale, so he didn't want to speak.

Ling Siyao seemed to recall the wisp of white paper that floated in from the corner of his eye before he entered the door, but he didn't pay attention, and accidentally stepped on it...

Ling Siyao's heart rose to his throat for an instant, he made a toothache-like expression, and dared not speak.

Therefore, he didn't notice that after Cheng Wewan opened the letter, the white ribbon that had already fallen to the ground, like a small snake, wrapped itself around Cheng Wewan's arm with a "swoosh".

That movement was so light that Cheng Weiwan didn't even notice it, but had already started to read the letter seriously.

"The wind of the world brings your gaze...?"

As soon as the words fell, Meng Xianjue clenched his hands hidden in his cuffs gently.

The tip of the ear is also red.

After Cheng Weiwan finished reading the first sentence, he looked up hesitantly, trying to find the person who wrote this sentence.

For nothing else, just because of this, I got goosebumps all over the floor.

He can't let the lumps suffer innocent injustice for no reason.

Until he saw the abnormal redness on Meng Xianjue's ears.

Cheng Weiwan suddenly became interested, and he knew who wrote the letter to him, so he pretended not to see Meng Xianjue's expression, and continued to praise: "... those words that are beyond words Heart-beating, the letter of pledge oath..."

Meng Xianjue's heart was about to go numb, sweat was dripping from his forehead, his eyes flicked wildly, and he didn't dare to put it into practice.

Cheng Weiwan raised his eyebrows, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "...At this time, my heart is moving."

After reading the last sentence, Cheng Weiwan seemed to realize something, and the smile drooped at the corner of his mouth.

He raised his head and looked at Meng Xianjue: "You wrote it?"

Meng Xianjue's heart was connected to his throat, as if there was a pipe, and along this line, it was always astringent.

He swallowed with difficulty, as if waiting for some important trial: "...it's me."

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感谢在2021-01-0520:08:56~2021-01-0617:53:39期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!