Snower

Rhubarb was deprived of the right to go to bed because of this, but he didn't expect that something would happen the next day.

In the early morning of that day, Jian Yin was still in a dream, when suddenly there was a shrill scream from under the bed.

He sat up suddenly in fright, and when he turned his head, he saw that the stove in the house had fallen down, and Rhubarb was lying on the side whining and whining, a large piece of flesh was scalded off his tail, which was bloody and shocking.

"Rhubarb!" He didn't even bother to put on the silver-cut shoes, so he jumped over and hugged Dahuang up in two steps, weeping in distress, calling out Nian of the Fog while crying.

Wu Nian was shocked when he heard the sound and went back to the house. He didn't dare to deal with it, so he immediately put on clothes for Jian Yin, and carried Rhubarb to the pharmacy in the town.

Jian Yin blamed himself terribly, and kept apologizing to the sleepy big cat in his arms all the way, and almost knelt down for it.Although Rhubarb was shaking from the pain, he still patted Jianyin's face with his paws from time to time, as if to comfort him.

Presumably the big cat must have fallen asleep on the ground and got cold, so he approached the stove subconsciously, and the fur burned.Year of the Fog felt that he was responsible for driving him out of bed, so he lowered his brows apologetically.

Rhubarb, who had always been at odds with the foggy year, rubbed against him rarely, as if expressing his magnanimity, which made both of them sad and heartwarming.

The incident happened suddenly, and it was too early. The two hurried to the town, and the pharmacy hadn't even opened yet.

Wu Nian knocked on the outside of the house for a long time before hearing someone complaining and coming to open the door.A pink figure swirled out, and it was the beautiful woman who showed no fear of Jianyin when she ran into Qibao that day.

Jian Yin remembered her, and the woman naturally did not forget to cut Yin.Thinking that this is the Xueke from the Year of the Mist, the joyful look when he opened the door disappeared instantly, his beautiful eyes rolled impatiently, and he said dryly, "What's the matter? We haven't opened the door yet."

The Nian of the Mist saluted and said: "The cat below is injured, I hope the girl can help."

Jian Yin was afraid that Rhubarb would not be healed due to his involvement, so he hastily and carefully hugged Rhubarb a little bit, exposing the miserable bloody tail.

The woman wanted to refuse, so she only glanced at it lightly, but she couldn't help but frown slightly after seeing the injury, hesitated for a moment and finally softened her heart: "...Come in."

Jian Yin nodded gratefully, and immediately walked in with Rhubarb in his arms.

Although she promised to treat them, the woman was the only daughter of the pharmacy owner, and she was just a nominal shopkeeper who dispensed medicine according to the prescription.Her father is very old, and he has been sick recently and has not woken up early, so he can only call the new apprentice after thinking about it.

The footsteps gradually approached, but the person who came made Jian Yin's eyes widen instantly——

"Brother Yixing!" He shouted out loud.

The handsome young man smiled slightly, walked over and patted his head, and responded warmly: "Xiaoyin, long time no see."

Jian Yin was so pleasantly surprised that he didn't care about the inexplicable foggy year beside him, and asked anxiously, "Why are you here?"

"I'll talk about this later," Yixing smiled lightly, and raised his chin at Dahuang, "I'll take a look at it first."

Almost forgetting the business, Jian Yin hastily handed over the big cat in his arms.

Yi Xing did not shy away from it, and performed a magic spell in front of the two of them, a faint golden light flashed, and the wound on the rhubarb's tail stopped bleeding immediately.

He raised his hand to cover his mouth, and winked playfully at Jian Yin: "This will heal faster, don't tell me." Afterwards, he brought warm water to wash away the clotted blood on Rhubarb's fur, and began to apply it carefully Burn medicine.

Cutting Yin's head sideways, he explained softly to Wu Nian: "Brother Yi Xing is a powerful fairy."

The Nian of the Mist nodded and said lightly: "It's a pleasure to meet you, in the Year of the Mist."

Yixing raised her head, and this was the first time she looked at Wu Nian head-on, her eyes seemed to be shining with a dim light, with a very complicated expression.

Jianyin thought about Yixing being expelled from the palace by the Year of the Fog before, and was afraid that he might harbor resentment, and just about to say something, she heard Yixing's relaxed reply of "It's a pleasure to meet you", and she was instantly relieved.

Yixing's medical skills are excellent, and the movements of his hands are also quick and gentle. Rhubarb didn't feel much pain, but fell asleep comfortably, with a small snoring rolling in his nose.

While running along its soft fur, Jianyin asked Yixing in a low voice: "Brother Yixing... Has your body recovered yet?" He was still worried about Yixing's illness when he left Qianxing Palace.

Yixing was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "There is no serious problem." Then he explained his reason for coming, "I heard that the old man is in trouble, so I came here to help."

The words were cryptic, but Jian Yin understood, and smiled with feeling and gratitude.

"Take this scalding medicine back home, apply it twice in the morning and evening, and it will be cured within three days." Yixing handed a small box of plaster to Jianyin, and said softly, "I will live here, if there is You can come to me anytime you need it.”

Jianyin nodded, thanked him again, invited him to be a guest at home for a few days, and then left with Wu Nian.

When he went back, the morning market was already open, and Wu Nian bought Jian Yin freshly baked peach rolls, and he hugged the sleeping rhubarb so that he could eat it while walking.

Many vendors on the street were quietly looking at the two of them, most of them were looking at the silver cutting, which made the foggy year slightly unhappy.But this year's Qingze is really strange, not to mention the powerful monsters, even the gods come one after another.

It's all related to the little fool beside him.

Wu Nian looked down at Jian Yin looking around, carefree to the point of being heartless and innocent, and sighed softly in his heart.

He didn't mind Jian Yin's identity, but he couldn't turn a blind eye to all the strangeness and concealment.Since he is not a little demon, why come to him pretending to be a snow guest?What Mianzhi said to him, those strange dreams of her own, these immortal monarchs, who are they for and why?

At first, he regarded silver-cutting as a plaything for entertainment, and he could feel at ease by saying that he would not harm him if he didn't know the truth or falsehood; but now he has shown his sincerity, but he can no longer rely on it for peace of mind.

Since he was willing to face his own feelings frankly, he also hoped that the other party would also treat him without reservation.

After thinking about it for a moment, Wu Nian couldn't help but say: "The one just now..."

"Ah, Brother Yi Xing is a friend I knew before." Before finishing speaking, Jian Yin replied hastily.

The vague explanation seems to have given an answer, but it seems to have said nothing.Knowing that what Wu Nian asked was not about this, Jian Yin started to talk about him from left to right, and even moved the half-eaten peach rolls to cover his mouth.

Seeing that Jianyin was unwilling to say more, Wu Nian felt slightly depressed, chewing the peach roll in his mouth without taste, and said no more.

The plaster given by Yixing that day was probably a fairy medicine, very effective.A few days later, Rhubarb returned to a lively state, with fluffy tail hair, jumping up and down at home to domineering.

Today was the day to invite Yixing to come over as a guest, but this guest arrived earlier than Jianyin, the host's house.Hearing the conversation outside the house, Jian Yin hurriedly sat up, but his back was so sore that he fell back very spinelessly.

Speaking of which, he blamed Nian Wu, he had something on his mind these past few days, and at night he took advantage of it to bully others.However, as a confessor, his will is not firm enough, and he was easily confused by Jian Yin's sticky crying words of love, and he lost his mind and only knew about pleasure.

Jianyin's skin is extremely white and it is easy to leave marks. Since the two first tasted lust, except for the first few days when Wu Nian took pity on his body, the marks on Jianyin's body have never gone down.It’s okay to be tightly wrapped when you go out, but you can dress casually when you are at home. These exposed marks often make the foggy year feel distracted.

So Yixing had just entered the door, and what she saw was Jianyin, who was sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze, with traces of happiness all over her body.

Wu Nian's complexion was a little ugly for a moment, and he quickly walked over and pulled the loose silver-cut collar, and said in a low voice, "What does it look like?"

Jianyin was still half asleep and half awake, so she was not afraid of him, she poked her head out to greet Yixing who was behind her: "Brother Yixing, you are here!"

"Yeah." Yixing looked embarrassed, clenched his hand unconsciously, forced a smile and said, "Xiaoyin, if you're sleepy, go on resting, I'll prepare the meal."

Maybe it was because she was used to being taken care of by Yixing in Tiangong in the past, and Jianyin was used to it and felt at peace with it. Hearing this, she immediately lay back obediently as if she had received an amnesty, and was not polite to others for a second.

Wu Nian shook his head amusedly, tucked him in the quilt, turned around and took Yi Xing to the back kitchen.

The two were nodding acquaintances and had no friendship. Even though they were preparing ingredients together, they had nothing to say, and the atmosphere was quite stagnant.

Wu Nian didn't care about this, but Yi Xing was a little embarrassed, thinking that the only topic they could talk about was Jian Yin, so he took the initiative to say: "Xiao Yin is still the same as before, innocent and cute."

Wu Nian's subordinates paused slightly, seemingly casually: "How did you meet Ah Yin?"

"Xiaoyin used to be on good terms with the god I served, so we know each other." Yi Xing stopped.

Wu Nian's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he nodded: "He is a little fairy with great powers."

"Little demon?" Yixing glanced at him with a light smile, then suddenly changed the subject, "You've never recruited Xue Ke before, have you?" He continued in the eyes of Wu Nian looking over, "That day I wanted to say , the zhenqi in your body is too strong, ordinary little monsters dare not get close to you easily, it is very good for Xiaoyin to heal his wounds."

"Jianyin was injured?" Wu Nian frowned upon hearing this.

Yi Xing hesitated, and said: "At that time I was out of the palace due to illness, and the specific situation is not clear. I only know that he seemed to have offended the gods, was demoted to the mortal world, and suffered serious injuries. Hmm... his sister The grain of cinnabar in the room did not exist in the first place, and it is said that it was a curse from the gods."

Wu Nian suddenly remembered his dream a long time ago, in which the little snake was exactly the same as Jianyin, but without the mole between the eyebrows.

He was still thinking, and heard Yixing say again: "Although others say that Xiaoyin hurt the god and cheated him of his treasures in order to get the Tao as soon as possible, but I don't believe it, Xiaoyin..."

"Since it's not credible," Wu Nian interrupted him suddenly, his eyes were unspeakably cold, "why bother to say it."

He didn't like others to bring up the matter of Jian Yin, but he was willing to borrow others' mouths because he couldn't get an answer from Jian Yin.

But the person in front of him obviously wanted to say too much.

Yixing was dumb for a moment, lowered her head with an unclear expression, and stopped talking.