Master is different

When Xi Heng first met Wen Yang, he felt that the other party was full of arrogance and a little indifferent, but now he is more sure that if he didn't want to learn magic skills with him, the other party would probably not want to talk to him.

I think he's dirty...

Xi Heng laughed inwardly for a moment.

Thinking of this, Xi Heng opened his lower lip, intending to tease him, so he called out, "Yang'er?"

Wen Yang's expression froze, and he looked at Xi Heng in a daze.

He called it again.

Except for his mother, no one has ever called him by his small characters like this. For some reason, Wen Yang suddenly felt his ears heat up, and his eyes unconsciously dodged, avoiding Xi Heng's gaze.

Those eyes were deep and pitch black, and there was no starlight, but for a moment, Wen Yang caught a glimpse...his figure was reflected in them.

Xi Heng bent his eyes, and strangely, his mood, which was surging with rage, gradually calmed down, and when his eyes glanced at the slightly crimson ear tips of the person in front of him, his mood became more cheerful.

Not only loves to be clean, but also easily shy.

Thinking like this, Xi Heng looked at Wen Yang quietly, thinking of watching Wen Yang for a while before explaining his current situation to the latter.

However, before he could open his mouth, Xi Heng heard a low voice...

"elder brother."

It was very light and shallow, but it really fell into Xi Heng's ears, and it could be heard clearly. There was a hint of softness in the end tune, and it fell into the heart a little bit. It was neither light nor heavy, making it itchy.

Xi Heng took a deep breath, and his Adam's apple moved up and down uncontrollably, as if his mouth was a little dry and needed something to fill it...

Xi Heng coughed twice suddenly, interrupting those unrealistic assumptions that followed.

At the same time, Wen Yang turned his head back again, staring straight at Xi Heng with his clear and clear eyes, with the words clearly written in his eyes - teach quickly.

Facing such a pair of pure eyes that seemed to contain no impurities, Xi Heng rarely had a headache, subconsciously, he didn't want to disappoint the other party.

Just when Xi Heng was preparing to explain to Wen Yang, a woman's voice from the door attracted both of them's attention, "Yang'er."

Wen Yang looked back and saw that it was Wan Qiu standing by the door.

Seeing Wan Qiu come back, Wen Yang left Xi Heng without the slightest hesitation, then walked towards the door, calling softly: "Mother."

Xi Heng saw that after Wen Yang finished speaking, the corners of his lips raised slightly, his smile was very shallow, but extremely real and natural, it could be seen that it was a smile from the bottom of his heart.

Wan Qiu also smiled at Wen Yang, raised her hand and flicked on his forehead in an intimate gesture.

The tenderness and tenderness in every move between the mother and son is enough to be envied, and so is Xi Heng, the only one present who can appreciate this scene.

Such a sincere and warm emotion...it's hard not to be envious.

Perhaps Xi Heng's loneliness was too obvious, Wen Yang was leaning sideways, half facing Xi Heng, noticed him from the corner of his eyes, and suddenly turned his head to look at Xi Heng.

Xi Heng smiled slightly with him, his brows were warm and his smile was gentle.

Wen Yang paused for a few seconds, Wan Qiu patted him suddenly, and said: "Go outside and bring the crimson bead grass that mother dug up today."

Hearing Wan Qiu's words, Wen Yang glanced at Xi Heng again, then turned around and nodded with her, "Okay."

When Wen Yang's figure disappeared, the tenderness on Wan Qiu's face faded a bit, but she still nodded politely to Xi Heng.

Seeing that Wan Qiu deliberately sent Wen Yang away, Xi Heng got up and sat down on the bed to salute her, "Thank you for saving me, senior."

Wan Qiu interrupted him, "I have no intention of saving you."

After the words fell, Xi Heng was not angry, and his eyes softened a bit.

He knew that it was the man who wanted to save him.

Wan Qiu glanced at Xi Heng, squinted her eyes for a moment, and easily saw through his real face under his appearance.

But she saw her gaze casually passing between Xi Heng's eyebrows, and hit the vital point, "Go to the Xuanxian Sect."

Sure enough, at the moment Wan Qiu's voice fell, Xi Heng's figure froze suddenly.

His disguise technique can cover up his true appearance without the blessing of spiritual power, and even if his cultivation level is much higher than his, it can still cover up one or two.

But the other party easily saw through him...

Xi Heng pursed his lips, "Yes."

As if she was satisfied with his answer, Wan Qiu didn't say any more, just said lightly, "Heal your injury, and you can go."

Xi Heng raised his eyes, but did not refute. After a while, he nodded and said, "Okay."

Not long after the two finished talking, Wen Yang also came in, holding in both hands the crimson bead grass that Wan Qiu picked with great difficulty, it was for Xi Heng, he knew it.

Wan Qiu took it, processed this spirit grass in twos and twos, and took out many other materials to start preparation.

Seeing Wan Qiu in front of Wen Yang, Xi Heng took out other spiritual plants from the storage bracelet without any hesitation, and looked at Wen Yang almost reflexively.

It's so obvious, the senior is not afraid that he will know that she just pushed him away on purpose - there is a storage bracelet, but she just left the crimson bead grass outside the house.

However, Xi Heng expected to see that the scene where Wen Yang asked Wan Qiu did not happen, Wen Yang just pulled a wooden chair and sat opposite Wan Qiu, watching her dispensing the medicine seriously, with a serious expression.

Xi Heng: "..."

He also looked at each other a few more times.

very well behaved...

***

The spiritual plants that Wan Qiu can pick up are not very rare, but Xi Heng was seriously injured, and he will not be able to recover for a while. In addition, the spiritual power is even thinner at the border of the demon world, so he will recover more and more. slow.

Fortunately, Xi Heng didn't find it boring, at least - it was more than a million times better than before.

Most importantly, Wen Yang was with him.

At first, Xi Heng thought Wen Yang was a taciturn character with a quiet and introverted personality.

Also a little shy.

However, after getting along with each other, Xi Heng gradually discovered that Wen Yang still has a more lively side in front of acquaintances, which seems a little... clingy.

He loves it.

Because of this, Xi Heng was able to ask the doubts in his heart for several days, "Yang'er."

Xi Heng called Wen Yang who had just learned the cleaning technique under his guidance and was walking back and forth in the room to use it repeatedly. The latter's eyes were bent, and when he heard his voice, his smile was still there.

"Happy?" Xi Heng looked at him amusedly.

He originally wanted to see if Wen Yang could use spiritual power, but he found that there seemed to be nothing in his body, so he taught him how to absorb spiritual power despite being puzzled, but he succeeded.

Seeing that Wen Yang was happy now, he also laughed.

It was also at this time that Wen Yang was willing to give Xi Heng a response when Xi Heng called him, "Happy."

Xi Heng raised the corners of his lips, "I'm happy, then..."

"Can you tell me, what's your name?"

Wen Yang glanced at him.

"Why?" Xi Heng raised his eyebrows, "You can't tell me, brother?"

Seeing Wen Yang's face suddenly turned cold, Xi Heng chuckled lightly, almost rascally said: "Then I can't keep calling you like this, although..."

He is very willing.

But before he could finish speaking, the young man's unnatural voice slowly came over.

"Wen Yang."

This sound seemed to overlap with memory.

It was his voice, and it was also Xi Heng's.

The difference is that when Xi Heng heard his name and called him, he was separated by more than half a room. At this moment, Xi Heng was holding him, with his arms around Wen Yang's waist.

When he spoke again, his voice was hoarse, but the name he called out was replaced with his small characters, and the hot air was blowing on the side of his neck, and the tone of his voice was soft and close to his ears, "My Yang'er."