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

Chapter 118: Passionate but always ruthless, I just feel like I can’t laugh (36)

The sound of destruction rang clearly in his ears, harsh and unpleasant.

Changsheng raised his head and looked at the moon in the sky, and said to the children who were looking for the medicine, "If she finds the medicine and has to leave here, are you still willing to give it to her?"

Yao'er, who was working on tiptoes, opened his eyes wide when he heard this, trotted to Changsheng's side, and pulled at the corner of his clothes helplessly.

"Why are you leaving? The immortals are obviously having a lot of fun here."

Chang Sheng chuckled, his lips trembling slightly.

"She only stays here for the medicine. She will leave at any time and abandon us. Do you still want to find the medicine for her?"

Yao'er's eyes immediately turned red as soon as he heard this, and a layer of mist instantly appeared in his moist eyes. The crystal tears fell like pearls one by one. He sobbed and wiped the tears with his hands, "I don't want it."

, I don’t want the immortal to leave.”

The child's cry became a little sharp in his ears. Chang Sheng clenched his fingers tightly and his jawline tightened.

A look of greed appeared on his usually gentle and elegant face.

"Then let's hide the medicine so she can never find it."

Maybe she won't leave, maybe she can be trapped here.

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Shen Yue felt that Yao'er had become a lot more depressed recently. He was still lively and noisy before. He especially liked to act coquettishly in front of her and would give her strange things every day.

But now Yao'er has become a little silent. If Shen Yue could see it, he would definitely see that the child's eyes had been swollen for several days.

It's a pity she can't see it.

Shen Yue was lying under a tree and basking in the sun. All the faint golden light fell on her body, creating a sacred and ethereal atmosphere. The snow-white skin was almost transparent.

She had not covered her eyes with white cloth for the past few days, her long and thick butterfly-like eyelashes were quietly closed, and her breathing was steady as if she was asleep.

Yao'er has been sitting nearby and watching, grabbing the grass on the ground with his chubby little hands. The grass around him was attacked by his poisonous hands, and most of it was bald by him.

But Yao'er didn't feel it. Her red and swollen eyes looked pitifully at the white figure under the tree.

As long as he thinks about the possibility that the immortal will leave, he will feel extremely uncomfortable.

Yao'er has been staying in Fengyan Valley since he was born. He has never gone out. The only living person he knows is Chang Sheng. After spending such a long time with Shen Yue, he has already developed a relationship without knowing it.

Deep dependence.

It's like a child who was raised in a dark room and suddenly encountered a talking but delicate flower. He carefully guarded it, not letting the wind blow or rain, and watering it carefully every day.

I just hope this flower can last a little longer.

But this delicate flower is still withering day by day.

He quietly walked to Shen Yue's side and lay down on Shen Yue's hand.

His little hands played with Shen Yue's hair, which was very soft and easy to touch.

What was disappointing was that his eyes turned red quietly again, and immediately burst into tears again.

He didn't understand why, even though he was so kind to the immortal and picked beautiful flowers for her every day, why did she still want to leave?

Yao'er felt aggrieved and sad, and huddled up in her hand. Her little body was trembling slightly, but she was unwilling to let go of her fingers that were holding onto Shen Yue's hair.

Yao'er has been crying for several nights, and now the faint fragrance of the person next to him is on the tip of his nose, which is sweet and fragrant, and can't help but make his tense body relax slightly.

He fell asleep in a daze, his little hands not forgetting to grasp Shen Yue's hair tightly, as if he was afraid that the Kung Fu master would disappear while he was asleep.

After Yao'er's breathing stabilized, Shen Yue opened her eyes. She had just heard the child's grievance and sadness crying in her ears.

But she didn't know why the child was crying and crying so sadly.

Do even children have worries now?

A trace of doubt flashed through his empty, lifeless eyes.

The wind was still strong under the tree, and the child shrank as if it was a little cold, and subconsciously leaned closer to Shen Yue.

But the temperature on Shen Yue's body was even lower, as warm and cool as a piece of white jade.

She was afraid that the cold would hit Yao'er, so she stayed away a little, but it seemed that even the child who had fallen asleep was still very vigilant. When she felt the familiar smell go away, she immediately came closer with a whimper. The little mouth was still pouting, and he was holding on to the corner of her clothes with great attachment, not afraid of getting cold.

Shen Yue had no choice but to worry about the child catching cold, so she gently picked him up and walked into the house.

She held the child in one hand and tentatively touched the items in front of her with the other hand to guess where she had arrived. She walked slowly, planning the route in her mind, and stumbled back to the room.

She gently placed the child on the bed and fumbled to cover him with the quilt. Shen Yue was also a little thirsty and was about to pour a cup of tea, but as soon as he took a step, he felt a tugging at the corner of his clothes.

Fumbling around, he reached out and met the child's soft fingers, tightly grabbing the corner of her clothes, revealing an inexplicable persistence.

Shen Yue didn't want to make too much noise, for fear of waking up the child, so she sat quietly by the bed and distanced herself some distance.

After all, the temperature on her body was too low, and she was afraid that the child would catch the cold.

When the sunset began to shine, Shen Yue heard the sound of gentle and steady footsteps.

The wooden door was pushed open, and Shen Yue knew who was back. She tilted her head, put her index finger against her lips, pressed her lips slightly, and made a shushing gesture.

Changsheng's steps were gentle, and he walked to Shen Yue's side. His dry and warm hands pinched her wrist and guided her to touch something.

It's rough, like the shape of a jar.

Seeing that Shen Yue still looked confused, Changsheng came close to her ear, spraying his warm breath and dyeing the jade-colored ear tips red.

"I have wine here."

The low, hoarse voice was inexplicably tingling and sexy.

The inexplicable itching made her shrink her shoulders. Against the background of her black hair, the tip of her snow-like ear seemed to be coated with a layer of cigarette grease, making her look shy.

Changsheng couldn't help but move closer, his Adam's apple slid up and down uncontrollably, whether intentionally or unintentionally, his soft thin lips brushed against the red tip of the ear, like feathers flying by, leaving only a slight itch. .

Shen Yue didn't notice anything. She tugged on Changsheng's clothes and pointed him to look at the corner of her clothes that was grabbed by the child.

But it was obvious that Changsheng's attention was not focused there, but stayed on the fingers grabbing his clothes.

The roots are like green onions, slender and slender, the fingertips are as pink as peach blossom petals, and under the thin skin are fragile dark blue blood vessels.

(End of chapter)