After crossing, I became a group pet

People only say meaningless compliments when they have nothing to talk about. If they follow the topic, Zhou Xueqi should talk about the great achievements of Su Qi's paintings next.

It was as if he could imagine what Zhou Xueqi would say next, without any sense of expectation.

Zhou Xueqi smiled awkwardly: "Okay, see you tomorrow."

"goodbye teacher."

Su Qingmian waved goodbye, always keeping a distance.

Wan Ke'er put away her sword and followed Su Qingmian, walked for a while, frowning worriedly: "Is it not good for you to be so indifferent to Beizhou's destiny?"

Su Qingmian: "If I'm warm to him, that's not good."

I don't like to be muddled, and the relationship should be clean and tidy. If you don't like it, you just don't like it. It's useless to force it.

He has the sound of the night, and they are very happy now, the only trouble may be that the sound of the night is too young to start.

I will not get involved with other people, especially those who like him. This is disrespect for feelings and disloyalty to Lingyesheng.

When will Zhou Xueqi understand that feelings can't be forced, wouldn't it be good to let him go and also let herself go.

Wan Ke'er didn't have a place to practice swords, so Su Qingmian simply invited Wan Ke'er to Shanhe Bieyuan. Anyway, Shanhe Bieyuan is so big, there is always a place for sword practice.

It was the first time to go to Shanhe Bieyuan, Wan Ke'er was very nervous from the moment she stepped into the gate, she followed Su Qingmian with small steps, and retreated in her heart: "Qingmian, or forget it, I'll go to another place to practice. Swords do too."

"Another place?" Su Qingmian, "There is a ready-made venue, why go to another place?"

"Mainly...worrying..." Wan Ke'er hesitated, "Master Dongzhou Tianming will..."

Su Qingmian saw her worry, took Wan Ke'er's hand and walked in: "My brother is very busy all day, you may not meet each other, besides, even if you meet, it's nothing, you It's my classmate, can he still kick you out?"

Wan Ke'er was a little relieved, but there was always a sense of shame for disturbing others.

Su Qingmian took people to an open place to practice swords with Wan Keer. This girl was very resilient. In the end, even a man like Su Qingmian felt exhausted. Wan Keer still gritted her teeth and persisted.

"Take a break." Su Qingmian shouted, if he followed this training method, he would definitely have a sore waist and leg pain when he woke up tomorrow.

Wan Ke'er didn't listen to the persuasion: "You should rest for a while, I will practice again, I always feel that there is a flaw that I haven't found yet."

Su Qingmian couldn't hold on any longer, and stood aside, Wan Ke'er repeated a sword pose several times.

"A pointless sword pose."

When Su Qingmian turned her head, Su Mu stood beside her for some unknown reason.

Wan Keer stopped and lowered her head. Su Mu's words did not criticize her, but the sentence "meaningless" negated Wan Keer's efforts, and she felt dissatisfied and wronged for a while.

Su Qingmian looked at Su Mu, then at Wan Ke'er, and pulled Su Mu: "Fourth brother, this is my classmate, I mentioned to you, the little girl who co-founded the journal under the sky with me, she recently Training for the sword competition, how about you give her pointers?"

Su Mu glanced at Wan Ke'er indifferently: "Who taught your sword skills?"

The strong aura made Wan Ke'er dare not look up at Su Mu: "My family."

Su Mu inspected with eyes, took the sword in Su Qingmian's hand, leaped like a dragon, and made a clean and decisive sword move - he was imitating Wan Ke'er's sword move just now.

"Then your family didn't tell you that this sword move should be clean?"

"I..." Facing such a powerful person, Wan Ke'er didn't know what to say, as if whatever she said was wrong.

Although Su Mu didn't say it directly, Su Qingmian knew that he agreed to point out Wan Ke'er. This was Wan Ke'er's opportunity. Su Qingmian quietly stood on the side to give them enough space.

I have to say, his fourth brother's sword move just now is really cool!

He deserves to be the one who defeated the invading army of evil!

Wanmingxu couldn't find the owner, so he asked someone to find him.

After all, after picking up Su Qingmian, Wan Mingxu knew Wan Ke'er, so he slapped Su Qingmian gossipingly: "I brought them home, did you like it?"

Su Qingmian rolled her eyes: "I like men now."

"That's it, it's a pity, this girl looks pretty good." Wan Mingxu looked regretful.

Practicing swords with others is always inevitable with some physical contact. Su Mu put his hand on Wan Ke'er's arm to help her correct her posture. Wan Mingxu's face changed when he saw it.

Flick your sleeves and leave.

Su Qingmian didn't know why, and looked at Wanmingxu's leaving back with a puzzled face.

On the way, someone called Su Qingmian to eat, and it happened that Su Qingmian was also hungry and left.

It was halfway through the meal that Su Mu came in to eat.

With Su Mu's personality, he would definitely not invite others to stay for dinner, and it was for Su Qingmian's sake to give advice to Wan Ke'er. Wan Ke'er had already left Shanhe Bieyuan.

Su Qingmian asked tentatively, "How are you doing?"

Su Mu's expression was fine, and he was even a little happy: "Your classmate's talent is very good."

Su Qingmian was overjoyed, and took the opportunity to recommend Wan Ke'er: "Then fourth brother, I will bring her here every day, so you can teach her how to practice swordsmanship? This sword competition is very important to her."

Su Mu's deacon can eat at the table. In Yunmengze, it will not change when he comes to Fuguang.

There was still a casual smile on Wanmingxu's face, but the chopsticks were forcefully inserted into the kangguo porridge: "Don't talk when you eat, don't talk when you sleep, Master Xiao Su eats well, otherwise he won't grow taller."

Su Qingmian ignored him, and continued: "Fourth brother, can you?"

"Watch my time."

This is even a promise.

Su Qingmian cheerfully brought food to Su Mu: "Brother, eat this, it's super delicious."

Wan Mingxu pursed his lips, Su Qingmian looked sideways, and actually saw a gloomy and vicious in his eyes, Su Qingmian was astonished, but when he looked seriously, the gloomy and vicious disappeared.

Probably an illusion.

How could the silly Wanmingxu have such an expression?

After dinner, Su Qingmian saw Gege grazing under the eaves. Gege had grown up a lot and could no longer be kept in the house.

Zhiwu helped him build a stable in the open space, Ge Ge was not used to living alone, when he first separated, he didn't eat well, he was bored and lacked energy.

Su Qingmian stayed with it for a while every day, and Gege slowly accepted the fact that she couldn't live in Su Qingmian's house.

After watching for a while, I returned to the bedroom.

He opened the door, was startled, and closed the door with a bang.

"You are here, what should I do if my brother finds out?"

Su Qingmian quickly closed all the curtains in the room, and the room became dark.

Ling Yesheng was lying on Su Qingmian's bed, reading a book he took off the shelf.

Close the book: "I just said, I'm here to talk to them."

After glaring, Su Qingmian sat on the edge of the bed: "Lie on my bed and talk to them?"

If at this time, Su Mu or Su Wuhuai just broke through the door and saw the sound of listening to the night on the bed, it would be too scary.

Ling Yesheng didn't tie her hair up, her long black hair fell straight down and lay on the bed.The side of the cheek is blocked by the hair, hazy.

Su Qingmian leaned over halfway, brushing away Ling Yesheng's hair: "You... are so vain."

The lips are all light red, not the usual bright red.

Ling Yesheng panted lightly, took Su Qingmian's hand and put it on her heart: "It's okay."

Talking was weak, Su Qingmian tried to inject a trace of vitality into his body, that trace of vitality seemed to flow into a bottomless abyss, and turned away.

The vitality in Ling Yesheng's body was consumed enormously.

"what have you done?"

Ling Yesheng blinked, innocent and innocent: "I didn't do anything."

"Nonsense, if you didn't do anything, how could you become like this?" Su Qingmian patted the cheek of the person in front of her lightly, "Is it because the law enforcers have acted like a monster again and are mad at you?"

"Why do you think they have the ability to piss me off?" He raised his chin slightly, arrogantly confident to the point of conceit.

Changing the subject again.

Su Qingmian fell silent, instead she held Ling Yesheng's hand and used a spell to send pure vitality.Forget it, Ling Yesheng's intermittent weakness didn't happen once or twice, and he got used to it.

Ling Yesheng's complexion looked better, Su Qingmian lay beside him, pulled the quilt over the two of them, and fell asleep hugging the rich beauty.

When she woke up, the sound of listening to the night had already left.

Rubbing his eyes in confusion, yes, Ling Yesheng has a court meeting at this point every day, and listens to the ministers expressing their views.

Su Wuhuai will also go.

After sitting on the bed for a long time before fully waking up, the pillow still had traces of listening to the sound of the night, Su Qingmian touched the pillow and hugged it in her arms, and sat for a while, the corners of her mouth raised uncontrollably.

Then start to get angry and regret it.

Is he stupid?

Yesterday, Ling Yesheng was so weak, he was still lying on his bed with no strength in his hands!

Products, fine products!

It's all like this, he didn't do anything at all, and fell asleep peacefully for several hours with Ling Yesheng in his arms.

Shouldn't he be bullying, rolling over and over, kissing and groping happily together...

Why...he regrets so much...

He must have been infected by the platonic love spirit of Ling Yesheng, and made him abstinent.

day!

No, next time I must do something more extreme, have a deep and exciting kiss!

Otherwise, he would have nowhere to vent his anger, and the pimples on his face would grow more and more.

It's too embarrassing for a person who has a crush to get acne every day because of this kind of thing.

Thinking of this, Su Qingmian went to look in the mirror, the acne from yesterday disappeared, it seems that Wan Ke'er's acne cream is quite effective.

The journal under the sky is developing in an orderly manner, the career is going smoothly, and the love is not bad. If I can eat a little meat, it will be perfect.

Su Qingmian thinks about it, he can be regarded as a double harvest of career and love, reaching the pinnacle of life, happy every day, carefree, the most free bird is not as happy as him.

Wan Ke'er came to Shanhe Bieyuan almost every day, and Su Mu would teach her how to practice swords if she had time. Wan Mingxu's eyes became darker day by day, and the bright and bright skin gradually couldn't suppress the truth in his heart.

But no one noticed.

During Wan Ke'er's preparations, the sword competition finally started.