Lying in the arms of the senior brother wantonly

Shen Gunian rolled his eyes, and warned: "The quilt that was agreed is only for chatting, don't play tricks on me."

Jimoqing turned sideways, hooked his fingertips around a strand of hair beside his pillow, and said with a smile, "Oh? What do you mean by playing tricks?"

Shen Gu Nian glared at him, stretched out his hand to pat off the little tricks he was playing with his hair, got up and pulled the quilt that was pressed down by Jimo Qing, and covered him before he was satisfied and said, "Hurry up, don't say that I'm asleep."

Jimo Qing knew that Shen Gu Nian had a little problem with sleeping, but he didn't know that his sleeping position was so...

Cute, holding back the smile overflowing from his chest, he asked in a good mood: "Well, little brother, what do you want to know?"

The beads on the quilt rolled to the end of the bed, and the bed, which was not very bright at first, fell into hazy grayness again, this time with a warm orange light, illuminating the shadow cast on Jimo Qing's slender eyelashes.

Shen Gunian's breath was filled with the familiar sandalwood scent from Jimo Qing, and he slowly closed his eyes, with his shoulders against his shoulders, reassuring and relaxing, and his voice was soft and soft: "Well...why are you in a bad mood?"

Jimo Qing didn't expect Shen Gu Nian's mind to be so sensitive, so he noticed it easily, turned his head to look at his sleeping position with his eyes closed tightly, stared sideways at his side face with fine hairs illuminated by the faint light, and said: "Little Junior brother thinks, what is the heart?"

Shen Gunian waited for a long time before Jimoqing could give a response, coupled with the comfortable sleeping position and the complete sense of relaxation, he was already a little drowsy, and said vaguely: "People's hearts... are fickle..."

In the last days, the people he saw ranged from extremely evil to extremely good, and some were in gray areas. Even after death and rebirth, the human heart would always be the most difficult to fathom in the world.

"I went to see my ex-friend." Jimoqing lowered his eyes, making it hard to see his expression at the moment, slipped his palm into the quilt, and held Shen Gunian's hand in his palm.

Shen Gunian moved his fingertips, and shook them back.

The corners of Jimo Qing's lips curled up: "I thought he was living a good life, but unfortunately things didn't go as planned..."

Shen Gunian raised his eyelids and frowned slightly: "Dead?"

Jimo Qing: The good atmosphere was ruined by his words.

"Junior brother." Jimoqing sighed helplessly: "People are not dead..."

After a pause, he added: "It's almost the same."

Shen Gu Nian groaned, then closed his eyes and muttered: "Then why do you act as if the other party is dead?"

Jimo Qing: He didn't, he just wanted to pretend to be depressed so that the younger brother would take pity on him.

Jimo Qing's eyes fell on the corners of Shen Gu Nian's slightly raised lips, and she knew that she was being teased by her junior brother. The smile immediately stained the corners of her eyes, and she hooked a strand of his hair with her fingertips, and whispered softly in her ear: "Little brother Senior brother, senior brother feels uncomfortable in my heart."

Shen Gunian's eyelashes fluttered slightly, slowly opened, turned his head to look at Jimo Qing, the distance between the two was only a finger away, and his voice was complaining: "I'm sad too, you disturbed my sleep."

Jimo Qing: Sure enough, he shouldn't be let go.

Shen Gu Nian had no choice but to face Jimo Qing sideways, tried to open his eyes, and said, "Are you going to talk about something serious?"

He didn't believe that Jimo Qing was the kind of person who complained about the past.

However, Shen Gu Nian was really curious about the person who could arouse his depression.

Although his understanding of Qing Jimo is less than 100%, but he also has 60.00%, right?

If Jimo Qing got a perfect score of [-] for emotion, then he wouldn't devote a single point to things that he didn't care about. If it could arouse his interest, he might give three points.

But if it can make him feel down, at least five points are given. As for the score given to him... Shen Gunian thinks it is eight points.

Why is it eight points?

Jimo Qing likes herself, there is no doubt about it.

But Shen Gunian also clearly understands that Jimo Qing has kept things from him from the beginning to the end.

"Do you know why I stole the Thousand Silk Talisman?" Jimo Qing didn't know Shen Gu Nian's thoughts, his eyes fell into memories.

Shen Gunian turned his starry eyes slightly, and said, "What you said has something to do with Han Shi?"

"Back then, Han Shi refined the Thousand Silk Talisman for the purpose of saving people. It's a pity...his dedication was betrayed." Jimoqing said the word "betrayal", and the cold emotion in his eyes almost overflowed his eyes.

Shen Gu Nian was thoughtful: "You said you had something to do, but you went to Han Shi? Betrayal... Could it be that Han Shi didn't go to retreat, but was imprisoned instead?"

From the day when Zhuang Su sighed that Han Shi passed by, Shen Gunian always felt a little strange. Since the foundation of Fengyumen was established because of Han Shi's Thousand Silk Talisman, Han Shi said that as long as someone asks for a Thousand Silk Talisman, he will give it unconditionally .

However, after Han Shi retreated, Feng Yumen used the Thousand Silk Talisman as a bargaining chip.

At that time, he still thought that Han Shi was probably a pious guy, and while promoting free gifts, he deliberately ran to retreat.

Even if a monk came to ask for a thousand silk talisman, Han Shi went to retreat, the suzerain of the Fengyumen was Lin Liqun, and no matter what happened, it had nothing to do with him.

"Why do you want to imprison Han Shi?" Shen Gunian couldn't figure it out: "Han Shi is a Nascent Soul cultivator, it's not easy to imprison him unless... an acquaintance does it?"

Jimo Qing knew that his younger brother was intelligent and had a keen mind, but he didn't know that he was so intelligent that he could guess so accurately from just a few words.

"That's right." Jimo Qing's eyes turned cold, and he simply told the story of Han Shi being imprisoned by Lin Liqun.

Shen Gunian finally understood why Jimoqing would ask himself how he viewed people's hearts.

Both Han Shi and Lin Liqun were neighbors and friends growing up. Later, by chance, they joined an obscure sect at the same time and became monks.

Han Shi's aptitude and talent are very outstanding, he is affectionate and righteous, and has a cheerful personality, which is loved by many disciples.

But Lin Liqun's talent is mediocre, he likes to make great achievements, and he has a character of retribution.

Han Shi was rescued by Jimo Qing when he was in danger when he went out to practice, so the two got acquainted.

"You were...so chivalrous before?" Shen Gunian choked out a sentence.

Jimoqing raised his eyebrows, with a half-smile, he squeezed his hand: "Huh?"

Shen Gunian tactfully made a gesture to shut up.

Jimoqing continued with a smile: "At that time, I saw the talismans he used when he was fighting with monsters. They were very strange and exquisite."

Shen Gunian wrote with a bright face: It really is.

Jimo Qing couldn't help pinching his chin, and bit the corner of his lip.

Shen Gu Nian hissed in pain, narrowed his eyes and scolded: "You better give me a reason!"

Fuck, this guy bites so hard that he bleeds.

The corner of Jimo Qing's lips was stained with Shen Gu Nian's blood, and when he licked it with the tip of his tongue, his breath was more dangerous than Shen Gu Nian's, and he said quietly: "Young brother thinks it's unbelievable that senior brother saves people?"

of course!

Shen Gunian wisely didn't say anything, but changed the subject with a guilty conscience: "You said you knew Han Shi when you were young?"

Jimoqing raised her eyes and listened quietly.

Suddenly, Shen Gunian got up and grabbed his skirt, gritted his teeth and asked, "Tell me, how old are you!"

Jimo Qing: ...