This host can deal with it, let her be a villain, she really does

Chapter 117: Passionate but always ruthless, I just feel like I can’t laugh (35)

The amplitude is very small, but the looming pear vortex is very sweet.

It was the first time Yao'er saw this fairy smile, and her mouth opened wide in shock. Then she hugged Shen Yue very excitedly, like a little wombat, and her voice was sweet and soft.

"I like to see immortals smile. From now on, immortals will often smile at me, okay?"

He seemed to be acting coquettishly, his voice was coquettish and cute.

After saying that, he used his short legs to pick up the flowers he had worked so hard to pick and stuffed them all into Shen Yue's arms.

"I'll give you all these. As long as you smile at me, I can pick more beautiful flowers for you."

His tone was very impressive, as if he had picked gold.

Shen Yue lowered her head, her black hair fell down, her eyes were smiling, the breeze blew her black hair, her eyebrows were like the gurgling water of a clear spring, clean and pure.

"This flower is really beautiful."

Although she couldn't see it, she felt it was so beautiful inexplicably. Everything in Fengyan Valley must be so beautiful.

It's a pity that she didn't have the opportunity to watch it.

The strong floral fragrance was not overpowering, and Shen Yue's face was among these colorful flowers, which were as white as the snow in the sky, the moon and the ground.

The white jade-like fingertips gently touched the delicate flowers, but the pale pink fingertips were more conspicuous and beautiful than those gorgeous flowers.

Shen Yue suddenly asked: "Does Yao'er know the medicine to bring the dead back to life?"

Yao'er was still in the sweet joy, and there was still some dirt on his white and tender cheeks, which he accidentally rubbed on when picking flowers.

Hearing Shen Yue's words, he was stunned for a moment, thought about it with his simple mind, and then shook his head, "I've never heard of it."

Shen Yue was not discouraged after hearing this. Yao'er didn't know that it was normal. After all, he was just a child and would not remember too much. She just asked.

But Yao'er took it to heart. He held Shen Yue's hand with his fat fingers, and asked softly in a soft and sweet voice, "Is that thing important to an immortal?"

Shen Yue thought for a while and nodded, "It's very important."

Yao'er secretly remembered it in her heart.

When Changsheng came back, he saw Shen Yue surrounded by flowers.

The snow-white clothes are covered with bright red petals, and the hair is as long as a waterfall and slants down all over the body, stained with tiny bits of fallen red.

Changsheng walked over quietly, reached out and grabbed the hem of her hanging sleeves, and pulled hard as if teasingly.

Shen Yue turned her head and looked over, her features were picturesque, and her eyes reflected a dim light.

"Yao'er, don't make trouble."

She thought Yao'er was teasing her again.

Yao'er is chasing a beautiful butterfly on the other side. Children have such a character, they always want to give their most beautiful things to the people they like the most.

He took a fancy to this butterfly and wanted to give it to the immortal.

Changsheng had the idea of ​​playing a prank, so he didn't say anything, and silently approached, stretched out his hand to gently touch the tip of Shen Yue's nose, and then quickly retracted it when Shen Yue raised his hand.

It's very teasing to repeat it like this.

The tip of Shen Yue's nose was itchy. Seeing that "Yao'er" was still disobedient, she hugged him.

Shen Yue was stunned by the overly tall and strong body, and Changsheng was also shocked by the sudden embrace. His whole body became extremely stiff, his pupils shrank slightly, and he subconsciously raised his hands.

Time seems to be flowing slowly at this moment.

The light fragrance is mixed with the strong floral fragrance, turning into a very attractive smell, maintaining a somewhat stiff posture, with a bit of sweet shyness.

This extremely unfamiliar yet intimate feeling made Chang Sheng's earlobes turn red, and his hands hanging by his sides clenched fists unconsciously.

"Longevity."

Shen Yue smelled the faint scent of medicine on the man's body. She slowly let go, raised her head and called his name.

The soft and cool body left, and for some reason, he felt a deep sense of loss in his heart. He bit the tip of his tongue to suppress the strange sour feeling spreading in his heart.

"It's me."

Shen Yue was sitting, but when she heard the man's voice, she could feel that he was above her. Her brows and eyes were clear, like distant mountains and still water.

She asked very simply, "Did you touch me just now?"

The fallen flowers rustled in the wind, fluttered over and hit the shoulders of Shen Yue's white shirt, and then gently rolled down. The white ones became whiter, and the red ones lined the blood.

When Changsheng heard this, he was so shocked that a faint blush appeared on his cheeks, his eyebrows were shy, and his tongue stopped working, "I, I didn't touch you..."

I just want to touch you.

Chang Sheng didn't say the next words, and looked at Shen Yue with deep eyes.

Late at night, Changsheng was still playing with the herbs, and a person's figure was stretched very long by the candlelight.

There were cicadas chirping outside, and the breeze gently slapped the window, giving off a cool feeling.

Changsheng recorded all the herbs picked today on a stack of paper. His handwriting was just like him, clear and smooth.

"If you don't sleep, you won't grow taller."

Changsheng made a faint sound, and the sneaky little figure that had been hiding at the door finally appeared and walked over coquettishly.

Changsheng didn't even raise his eyes, "Why are you here at the pharmacy if you're still up so late?"

Stepping lightly on the shadow with her toes, Yao'er licked her fingers and said, "...I'm looking for some medicine."

"What medicine?" Chang Sheng dipped some ink and continued writing.

"The medicine that brings the dead back to life."

The originally smooth brush suddenly became stained with thick traces of ink after a while, but no one paid attention. Changsheng raised his head, his expression dim and unclear under the dim light.

He asked calmly, "What are you looking for?"

Yao'er puffed up her little chest, with an innocent smile on her young face, and her voice was soft and sweet, "The Immortal said that this medicine is very important to her. I want to find it and give it to her. The Immortal will definitely be very happy. If she is happy, I am happy."

Changsheng squeezed the brush in his hand tightly, and with a click, he pinched it in half.

Anger spread with twisted dark emotions, and a strong sourness flowed from the deepest part of the heart. The heart seemed to be clenched tightly, Chang Sheng's fingertips were so hard that they lost their color, and the rolling emotions in the usually calm black eyes were strong.

His voice was hoarse and dry, as if he was desperately suppressing something.

"Did she come to you personally to ask for it? Did she ask you to come here to find it?"

Yao'er didn't see anything wrong with Changsheng. The smile on his face faded a little, and he looked a little distressed. He curled his lips and said, "No, I'm looking for it, because I think that medicine is similar to immortals." Very important."

Because the immortal thought it was important, he wanted to find it and give it to her.

Changsheng lowered his head, feeling that his breathing was stinging. He threw away the broken brush in his hand, walked to the window, and looked at the moon outside.

All ambiguous thoughts are like bubbles, which are then popped by a powerful needle, shattering the bitter delusions.

Say, who didn’t turn in the votes today? He was taken out and beheaded in public.

(End of chapter)