Dragon King relies on green tea

At that moment, Zi Sang Yanshu looked very fragile, and the faint sadness between his brows was very different from the murderous look just now.

"Why?" Ye Junche walked up to Zisang Yanshu, took his cold hand into his own, and said softly, "In my opinion, it's not that Shishi doesn't trust Yanshu, but because he knows that It's Yan Shu's sad thing, I just don't want Yan Shu to recall the sad thing in person, if he was really afraid of Yan Shu, he wouldn't use Ting Yue as an excuse to come to see you."

"It's not that Yanshu is not tolerated in the world. In fact, Yanshu has been in it for a long time. Yanshu saved his brother-in-law, raised him fourteen, and left traces left by Yanshu in the world. To me, it's all very important."

Zisang Yanshu's eyes moved slightly, as if he was touched, but he quickly hid all his emotions.

It's ridiculous, when did he become so sentimental, he should have stopped caring.

Zisang Yanshu shook his head, shook off these unnecessary emotions from his mind, chuckled and pretended to be relaxed: "Anyway, it's okay to scare them, at least there are no annoying guys to make trouble, the gods Why do you trust me so much when you avoid me?"

"This..."

Ye Junche deliberately prolonged the tone, turned around and walked around in front of Zisang Yanshu, stared straight at him, and said in a deep voice: "Probably because the Yanshu is really good-looking, and it makes people feel happy just by looking at it." Good impression, in short, I am happy when I see Yan Shu, there is no need for any reason."

Ye Junche is not lying, Zisang Yanshu is indeed handsome, a beauty that people will never forget, especially the tear mole under the pair of phoenix eyes, which adds a touch of coquettish charm to the cold face, which is even more beautiful. touching.

His heart beat quickly, and Zisang Yanshu quickly avoided Ye Junche's gaze, and coughed dryly to explain his strangeness just now, "Where did you learn how to boast about others, young master? If I remember correctly, Lingming Mountain The head and the elders are all stubborn, but they can't teach the young master to be smooth-tongued."

When he took a step back, Ye Junche chased after him, and continued, "Yan Shu didn't think about it, I can blurt out when I see Yan Shu."

Zi Sang said: "..."

Too lazy to listen to his glib tone now, Zi Sang Yanshu sat on the edge of the railing, quietly listening to the sound of rain dripping on the eaves, drop by drop was peaceful and comfortable.

Rainy days are always easy to make people lazy, and a little bit of soft light that faintly shines through the clouds falls on Zisang Yanshu.

The drunkenness made him feel drowsy, he leaned on the railing and didn't know what he was thinking, his long eyelashes fluttered gently, and through these eyes, the peace and tranquility hidden in his heart could be seen.

He can become a unique picture scroll by himself, and there is no need to deliberately integrate into any painting.

Ye Junche walked lightly to him and sat down. Feeling his approach, Zisang Yanshu habitually turned his head to take a look, then listened quietly to the sound of the rain again.

Seeing that he was already distracted, Ye Junche played with the black hair on his shoulders again, and joked: "The words on the altar called me Ah Che very kindly, why are you calling me back to the young master now?" ?”

Ye Junche moved his shoulders, full of anticipation and encouragement: "Yan Shu, would you like to call Ah Che a few more times?"

As if he was used to his movements and his blue hair being so passive, Zi Sang Yanshu gently turned his head to watch his movements, and watched his fingertips circle around his blue hair.

I don't know if it's because of the alcohol, or if the picture in front of me overlaps with the past, some pictures of the past inadvertently appeared in my mind, when my black hair was always wrapped around my fingertips and played with.

The blue silk is soft around the fingers.

Recalling the past, Zisang Yanshu's eyes gradually dimmed, he smiled softly, and really opened his mouth softly, "Ache..."

Eyes dimmed by alcohol, I don't know if he was looking at the person in front of him, or his thoughts were wandering. His blurred eyes made Ye Junche's heart itch. Looking at his cheeks that were flushed due to the smell of alcohol, he added a soft soft sound. The call made Ye Junche even more distracted.

This is not teasing the other party, it is clearly tossing oneself.

Suddenly, Ye Junche leaned forward and pushed him against the railing post against which he was leaning. The faint fragrance of Shaoqin was stained with the smell of alcohol lingering on the tip of his nose, and he stretched out his hand to gently cover the ribs on his waist.

Through the thin clothes, Zi Sang Yanshu could easily feel the scalding temperature on Ye Junche's palm. Dragon's blood is cold, and his body is also cold without any temperature. It seems that Ye Junche's palm on his waist is even warmer. piping hot.

"Ah Che what is this?"

His half-closed eyes were covered with hazy mist, and his speech was a little languid because of the alcohol, so Ye Junche didn't know whether he was drunk or he was drunk.

And the place he touched with his hand was the place where he smashed it with the incense burner, and it was also the place where he cut the bone. When the bone was cut, it was very painful, very painful, and now he only felt a warmth on it.

When his hand touched the cold body, Ye Junche felt that he was a jerk, guilty and distressed, and asked in a low voice beside his ear: "Why do you have to use your own keel? You once slayed a dragon, so you can use it!" Those keels."

Zi Sang, who was slightly drunk, was quite obedient. Since Ye Junche asked, he obediently replied: "Because the evil spirit on the prince was hurt by my seal, and only my keel can dissolve it. He was a stillborn child at birth, and now this Dragon Prince of the South China Sea is only left in the world through his body."

"Why didn't you tell me the truth at the time? If you told me that it was your bone, I would definitely not take it, and I would not let you cut it."

The prince's life is his life, and his son Sang Yanshu's life is also his life. There is no reason to hurt another person to save another person's life.

But Zisang Yanshu squinted his eyes halfway, but didn't answer, his dim eyes were filled with moisture, making his heart itch, and after a while he whispered: "It's all over, the wounds are all healed."

With a lazy and soft voice like a kitten's, it was coaxing. Ye Junche had no resistance at all, and finally said stubbornly and forcefully: "Bone cutting hurts, and bloodletting hurts too. You can't hurt yourself under any circumstances, understand?"

I don't know if he really listened to it, or because he was half-drunk, Zisang Yanshu responded with a hum and chirp, and then closed his eyes lightly with his hand on the pillar.

Actually, just fell asleep like this...

It seemed that the spirit of alcohol was getting stronger. Ye Junche looked at some jugs on the side. He could get drunk like this after drinking half a jug of wine. It seems that the Dragon King's drinking capacity is really not very good.