Chen Wanqing felt speechless.

She turned around and stared at Zeng Ziyun's eyes very seriously for a while, and Zeng Ziyun also stared at herself very seriously.

The atmosphere was so stalemate.

Finally, Chen Wanqing sighed, stretched out his hand to put it on Zeng Ziyun's shoulder, and advised her very thoughtfully: "You'd better give up."

Zeng Ziyun's face changed, and her neck was stammering and her eyes were red: "Do you look down on me?"

...No, how did you figure out this conclusion?

"I mean," Chen Wanqing tried to explain, "Xie Wuyan is not the kind of person you can get close to."

Zeng Ziyun gritted her teeth and clenched her fists: "So you are threatening me now, right?"

Chen Wanqing felt that this person was a little difficult to communicate with: "I don't..."

"No need to explain!"

Zeng Ziyun patted Chen Lingqing's hand and said in a cold tone: "No matter how much you stop me, I will not give up. Just give up your heart. By the way, I advise you that no matter how helpless a person like you sticks to Mr. Xie, he will not fall in love with you."

After saying that, he stomped his feet and turned his head away.

Looking at Zeng Ziyun's back as she left, Chen Wanqing fell into deep thought.

Why do you think this scene seems familiar?

It's like a simple silly white sweet bravely chasing the male god you like, and then being stopped by the cold and vicious female supporting role and saying: "Give up as soon as possible, he is not the one you can get close to."

...After a relationship, I was still a vicious female supporting role.

"Wangqing, why are you standing there stupidly?" Ji Feichen, who heard the sound, shouted softly.

Chen Wanqing responded and trotted to sit at the table.

Ji Feichen scooped a bowl of chicken soup and placed it in front of her. He reached out his hand with some pain and pulled the broken hair on her forehead, frowned and said, "It's hard for you, I've lost a lot these days."

Chen Wanqing, who had already gained four or five pounds and almost couldn't even wear a small skirt, was so ashamed that she wanted to bury her head in the bowl.

Only relatives will think you have lost weight.

Ji Feichen, who had the "slimming" filter, felt sorry for himself at first. When he became guilty, he would pick up food in her bowl like crazy until it piled up into a hill.

Chen Wanqing sat next to him, pinching chopsticks, feeling that she was embarrassed after she had been living this food for too long, so she also picked up some dishes in Ji Feichen's bowl like thanks.

So the scene became that the two of them picked up food for each other, and the chopsticks in their own bowl did not move—

"Thank you for your hard work, sister, eat more."

"No, thank you brother, I'll eat more."

Very harmonious and embarrassing.

But if you look farther away, you will only feel that the atmosphere between the two is very harmonious.

For example, Xie Wuyan, who was standing upstairs and leaning against the railing, was looking at the two people downstairs.

He held some crispy cherry fruits in his hand, and did not eat them, and he threw them all over the place. The black birds on his shoulders would reach their heads to pick them up, and then swallowed them one by one into his stomach.

Chen Wanqing is a very good at living.

Even if you stay in the inn, you will make your small place in order.

Her room was full of aromatic smells, and they were made by her own time when she was bored. It smelled very comfortable, but it didn't hurt her nose. As long as she walked around her room, she would be covered with this smell.

At this moment, Xie Wuyan was covered with this smell, covering up the original smell of blood, but it also seemed out of place with the dead aura he exuded all over his body.

At the same time, the owner of the smell was sitting at the table, smiling with his eyebrows and eyes curled, and lowered his head and said this to the man beside him with joy.

Ji Feichen seemed to see something dipped in the corner of her mouth, so he took out a handkerchief and handed it to her.

Chen Wanqing reached out to take it and thanked him sweetly.

"Bang"

Xie Wuyan didn't even raise his eyelids, and the crispy cherry fruit on his hand was crushed.

The Xuanbird, who was opening his mouth and preparing to eat it in one bite, was frightened for a while. It swallowed its saliva with difficulty and finally realized that its owner's mood was surprisingly bad at this moment.

It is even worse than when the group of cultivators rushed to the palace gate a hundred years ago and burned the flowers he had worked hard to raise.

Just when Xuanniao thought his master might be unable to help but make trouble, he turned around without saying a word and went straight into the house.

...This is probably the tranquility before the storm is about to come.

*

After eating and drinking, Chen Wanqing touched her stomach, satisfied, returned to the room, climbed back to the bed and wrapped the quilt, took out the script from the pillow, and prepared to read before bed.

As she watched, she felt a little sleepy.

I was sleepy and fell asleep uncontrollably.

So when Xie Wuyan came to her room, he saw her lying horizontally on the bed in an extremely strange sleeping position, kicking her pillow under her legs, only half of the quilt covered her body, and the book was still on her face.

Xie Wuyan reached out, picked up the book, and glanced up and down.

It reads, "Shangguan Qing pulled out the Lingxue sword, and the mountains collapsed in an instant, and the earth shook. Her powerful spiritual power even the evil demon king Nangong Yan felt timid. She simply drew her sword and cut off the demon king's head with a knife..."

What a broken book?

Xie Wuyan moved his fingertips and simply burned them to ashes.

After doing these things, he sat down beside the bed, looked down at the sunny love who was lying on the bed with his back and sleeping very comfortably.

Chen Wanqing slept very sweetly.

It is already summer now, and the weather is gradually becoming stuffy. Even though she only covers the quilt halfway, she can still feel a stuffy air wrapping her whole body, making people sleep uneasy.

Just as she was feeling irritated by the stuffy heat, she suddenly felt a little cold flowing.

Almost subconsciously, she rubbed towards the air conditioner, and then something cold came to her fingertips.

Like a huge cube of heat-relieving ice.

Chen Wanqing moved little by little towards the ice. He first put his hand over, then his head over, and finally he shrank into a ball and leaned against it.

Comfortable.

I feel comfortable and comfortable.

Once you are comfortable, you will sleep even sweeter.

Xie Wuyan looked at the Shen Wanxiang who had been dependent on him for some reason and fell into deep thought.

He was in a bad mood tonight.

So I was originally planning to wake up Chen Wanqing directly and neatly, just like countless times before.

But when Xie Wuyan suddenly didn't want to wake her up as if she was curled up beside her like a kitten, and even put her head on his knees and refused to move it away.

Xie Wuyan stared at her for a while, then stretched out his hand to pinch her neck.

Chen Wanqing looked weak and could not help but hold her neck with one hand, as if she could easily break it with a little force.

But in the end, he didn't do that.

He just moved his hand gently, and then pushed away the strands of hair that were plastering on her face, and rubbed her hair like a cat.

Chen Wanqing grunted and rubbed his head against his palm.

Very itchy.

Xie Wuyan didn't move.

He leaned against the edge of the bed, lowered his eyes and thought for a while, how long he had lived in this world.

It took too long to remember.

When I was in the Heavenly Dao Palace, I spent every night in the dungeon, accompanied by the smell of moisture and cold chains.

There is a skylight above the dungeon, which is mostly foggy.

There are no birds and beasts, and there is no cloud or moon.

Later he escaped from the Heavenly Dao Palace.

For the Demon Realm, he was once a runaway dog ​​in the Heavenly Dao Palace and a executioner who cruelly hunted down his own tribe. For those monks, he was a stubborn and tyrannical evildoer.

No matter which side, there is no place to let him survive.

The way of heaven does not tolerate, nor does the way of demons.

Everyone said that he would cause trouble to the creatures.

No one gave him a choice before, nor did he ever come. Everyone said that, so he really did.

He destroyed a place and built his own palace there, and he was the only one.

He lived so lonely and peacefully, occasionally stepping on the back of the black bird, looking at the shocked and frightened expressions when he saw him.

He has lived like this for many years.

There is no difference between living and dying for him.
To be continued...