What bad thoughts can a little snake have?

Chapter 71

Because after the ups and downs that started from the festival, Xue Qing's hair, which was originally pulled up, was already messed up, and the black hair was scattered on his shoulders.

But to my surprise, the makeup on my face was still very clear and complete, and it didn't wear off because of all the running around.

The flying red traces outlined in the corners of the eyes are still like the swaying and elegant feathers on the tail of a phoenix, and the sequins adorning the eyes are still shining brilliantly.

So at this time, what outsiders see is roughly such a scene. The beauty in red has clear apricot eyes, and the gorgeous makeup on her face makes this originally clear and beautiful appearance a bit charming and sharp.

The white-haired Taoist priest beside him was slender, reaching out to touch the side of the beauty's neck, as if reaching out to lift a strand of black hair of a teenager.

Look at the intimacy.

The bloodstain on the side of Xue Qing's ear was probably scratched by the gold hairpin on the heavy phoenix crown that fell from the front.

At that time, the situation was urgent, and he didn't have time to take care of it at all.

Now that the white-haired Taoist priest pointed it out, he only belatedly thought of the bloodstain on the side of the ear, and at the same time, there was a pain that seemed real and fake, on the side of the ear.

At this time, Xue Qing finally noticed the different atmosphere. He had just distanced himself from the white-haired Taoist priest when he turned his head and saw the monk standing at the entrance of the courtyard with a strong sense of presence.

The sudden appearance of Fa Hai stunned Xue Qing for a moment, but at the same time, genuine joy welled up in his heart.

As if the inexplicable things encountered before, some sudden pains and unbearable worries disappeared all of a sudden.

What could be more pleasant than seeing someone you've always wanted to see suddenly appear in front of you?

The round almond eyes instantly released a brilliance, like a star covered in dust and mist being wiped away to regain its light.

"Monk!"

The white-haired Taoist priest, who hadn't slowed down yet, only had time to hear a brisk shout full of joy, and the red figure in front of him flashed past, and flew towards the outside of the garden like a light swallow.

In the next second, the young man in red appeared in front of the phoenix-eyed monk.

And Jiujiu, who had finally returned to Xue Qing's shoulder, quickly grabbed the fabric on Xue Qing's shoulder with his little bird claws, because Xue Qing's movements were too fast, and it would be thrown from Xue Qing's shoulder again if he didn't hold on tighter .

So the white-haired Taoist was surprised to find that the jade-faced monk's phoenix eyes, which were originally ice-cold, immediately turned into water in front of Xue Qing, calm and tolerant, with an unbelievable...gentleness in them.

The dumpling-like little yellow bird that wasn't thrown out this time was still squatting on Xue Qing's shoulder in a daze, its chubby body swayed back and forth a few times before recovering.

Only then did the small black eyes notice Fa Hai who seemed to appear suddenly in front of him, and the little yellow bird reacted slowly.

"Choo Choo Choo!"

Jiujiu on Xue Qing's shoulder happily shook his tail in greeting.

But the tall monk was still looking down at the young man in front of him, as if holding the young man firmly with his eyes.

In this scene, there was an inexplicably family-of-three atmosphere.

The only outsider present, the white-haired Taoist priest, stood at the door with his hands crossed, looking on nonchalantly, as if he was watching a show.

Then the next moment he saw the monk's soft phoenix eyes raised again, looking straight over, the gentle watery light in those eyes condensed into warning ice again.

White-haired Taoist priest: ...

It's changing too fast.

Well, he is not worthy.

The white-haired Taoist shook his head indifferently, knowing that he was bored, put his hands behind his head, then turned and walked towards the house.

I don't know if that guy Ao Lie will burn all the manuscripts he wrote when he finds out that he has let Ao Lie's younger brother go on his own initiative.

It's not that he said, Ao Lie's handling method is really too...

The white-haired Taoist sighed inwardly.

At that time, don't lose the younger brother who was so hard to find.

He glanced at the beads still embedded in the wall and slapped his head.

"Almost forgot to return it to its original owner!"

He still wants to give this bead to Xue Qing.

This should belong to Xue Qing.

However, when the white-haired Taoist priest turned around and was about to step out the door, he saw that the two of them were still gathering together at the entrance of the courtyard, as if they were talking intimately.

Even the little yellow bird on Xue Qing's shoulder couldn't intervene in the atmosphere of the two of them. It flew down from Xue Qing's shoulder lonely, and walked back and forth on the ground for several steps with its bird's claws.

But still not found by the other two.

So the white-haired Taoist priest stopped again.

Forget it, let's not bother them for now.

The white-haired Taoist turned around wisely, found a random chair in the room and sat down in front of the desk.

The cabin was very quiet, as if no one had been there.

Only the open book on the table shows the trace.

The white-haired Taoist priest leaned against the desk, and the book happened to be one page open, and the wind blowing into the hall gently flipped the page.

He casually glanced at the contents of the book, squinted his eyes, and his usual casual expression gradually disappeared, as if he had been aroused to think a little bit.

He murmured softly in the wooden house where he was alone: ​​"Whether it's a human or a demon, what does it matter?"

"How's the situation in the village? Are Uncle Chen, Aunt Chen, and Er Dan alright?"

Xue Qing looked up at the tall monk in front of him.

Although the white-haired man had already told him, he was a strange stranger after all, and Xue Qing couldn't believe what the white-haired man said.

But if Fa Hai in front of him gave him an answer, no matter what it was, he was willing to believe it.

Hearing Xue Qing's question, Fa Hai didn't answer immediately.

He paused, stretched out his hand to hold Xue Qing's hand hanging by his side, and lifted it up.

"Ok?"

The wrist was easily wrapped by the man's big palm, and the skin to skin was scorching hot.

Along with this is golden mana running up the wrist.

Fahai is checking his body for injuries.

"They're all right."

After confirming that Xue Qing was intact and not injured, Fa Hai let go.

The palm slid down Xue Qing's hand, and the knuckles rubbed against the fingers until they were completely loosened. Only the warmth remaining on the back of the hand reminded Xue Qing of his contact with Fa Hai.

Xue Qing ticked her pinky finger quietly, and the fingertips brushed against Fa Hai's left palm greedily.

And the little yellow bird, who had been neglected all this time, finally couldn't help "tweeting" in dissatisfaction.

How could these two people ignore it at all? !

Haven't found this bird yet? Chirp?

It is also a wounded bird!

Interrupted by the little yellow bird's protest, Xue Qing reluctantly reached out and stroked the bird's head, which was still trying to elongate.

Jiujiu, who was stroked, was satisfied and stopped making noise.

And it was Xue Qing's tilt of the head that just happened to reveal the bloodstain on the side of the ear.

The side of the ear was lightly touched by warm fingertips, because of this sudden touch, Xue Qing shrank sensitively.

"bleeding."

Fahai's deep voice came from above his head.

The warm breath sprayed on Xue Qing's skin, itching.

Resisting the urge to shrink back, Xue Qing felt the man's fingertips slide gently behind his ear.

Then he saw the fingertips of Fa Hai's withdrawn hand, and there was a little red blood on it.

It was the blood behind Xue Qing's ear.

"It was probably scratched by the hairpin, it doesn't matter."

Xue Qing explained.

Then the two should leave like this, but Xue Qing suddenly grabbed Fa Hai's robe.

He recalled the experience of being brought here by the white-haired man, and his almond eyes were drooping with a bit of sadness that seemed real or fake.

"do you know……"

Xue Qing gently tugged at the robe of the monk in front of him, "I'm so scared in front of me."

His drooping eyelashes trembled, as if he was really still afraid of what happened ahead.

And the little yellow bird on the shoulder heard Xue Qing's sudden weakness, raised her little head in shock and looked at Xue Qing who was bowing her head.

Why didn't Jiujiu feel that Xue Qing in front of him looked scared? !

Only Xue Qing knew the beating heart in his chest at the moment.

He knows he lied.

But he still couldn't help saying something in a low voice to Fa Hai.

In fact, I'm not really afraid, I just want to get a response.

Although it sounds like a coquettish and coquettish sentence.

Angry and complaining about the displeasure of being separated from Fa Hai suddenly.

They were complaining about Fa Hai, why the one in front left suddenly, and why he was left alone.

The base of the ear is hot.

Xue Qing's heart is like a cat that needs to be petted, it can't stop wagging its tail in front of a man, and can't help but want him to pet him and comfort him.

Xue Qing originally thought that he would never learn to "act like a baby" in this life.

When school was over when he was young, he stood at the school gate waiting for his sister to pick him up.

The moon lamps on the stand are so beautiful that many children will beg their parents coquettishly, or roll around.

Only Xue Qing never does.

At this moment, the fingers holding onto Fa Hai's robe tightened even more.

"It is my fault."

Xue Qing heard the man's low and hoarse voice, as if he was suppressing something.

Then there was a big palm on the back of his head, and the warmth could be felt even through the black hair.

His fingers stroked Xue Qing's hair lightly, it was a gentle caress.

Xue Qing leaned forward following Fa Hai's strength, and gently touched the man's chest with his forehead.

The elastic muscles and warm temperature can be felt even through the light clothes, and Xue Qing's face is almost red from the scent of sandalwood.

He thinks that acting like a baby may be because he can express his needs to this person without any worries, and there is such a person who can always respond.

He didn't expect his secret love to be responded by Fa Hai, on the contrary, he hoped that Fa Hai would better not know.

Let yourself just keep hiding like this.

Anyway, let him lust for a few more moments.

Don't ask for forever, just one more minute and one second at this moment.

Xue Qing closed his eyes.

Heartbeats never lie.

"Putong—" "Putong—" He heard the chaotic heartbeat that he could hardly hide.

One, two.

and many more.

Xue Qing froze against Fa Hai.

In addition to his heartbeat, there was another heartbeat that couldn't be hidden.

It was just as violent as Xue Qing's heartbeat, and it couldn't be hidden.

Leaning against the solid chest of the monk in front of him, Xue Qing opened his eyes wide, soaked in the soothing sandalwood fragrance.

What he heard was Fa Hai's heartbeat.