Quick Wear: I'm bound to the love strategy system

For the next period of time, Song Shutong completely started lying down.

There are no servants in the secular sense on the holy mountain, but fortunately there is Rong Xuan, who is worth a hundred people alone.

The bed that Song Shutong slept on when he woke up was Rong Xuan's. Unfortunately, after Song Shutong set his eyes on it, its real owner never slept on that bed again.

Song Shutong once asked him why he placed her in his temple.

Rong Xuan's eyes turned slightly and looked in the direction of Song Shutong.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, outlining a faint and gentle smile, and the cunning in his eyes was hidden deep.

"I said you are really difficult to discipline. Since you are my divine servant in the future, I will not bother you any more. I will discipline you personally."

Looking at the red light on the tip of the man's pen, and considering his words, Song Shutong rolled his eyes.

"How can you discipline me? You don't set an example yourself. You are not disciplined at all."

Song Shutong was lying leisurely on the couch, and Rong Xuan was sitting at the low table next to her, within reach of her.

He lowered his head to draw the talisman, his long, satin-like, ink-black hair hanging down, and the lines of his profile were elegant and delicate, like a fully bloomed camellia flower.

Although he was talking to Song Shutong, his writing never stopped for a moment, flowing smoothly.

Drawing talismans is very troublesome and is an extremely delicate job. It is the most disgusting task for Song Shutong among all the necessary tasks.

When she was at home, the teacher who taught her knew that she had no talent in cultivation, so he was determined to help her achieve success in talismans.

But unfortunately, she really couldn't become a person who could create a congenital talisman in one go with a flash of inspiration, so she could only win by quantity.

I was forced to paint hundreds of paintings a day. I didn’t know how many elixirs I had to take every day to make up for the loss. When I was most tired, I even painted in my dreams.

Although she felt so sick that she vomited during that time, she still had to thank the teacher for putting so much effort into her. At least she now has a skill.

Even my mother had hinted that I shouldn't pay too much attention to this useless young lady.

When thinking of the past, Song Shutong and Guang Tongchen's expressions always became gloomy.

Rong Xuan was very sensitive to Song Shutong's emotional changes even when he couldn't read his mind.

The painting was just finished, and after lighting the spirit, he handed it directly to Song Shutong.

"Not happy, do you want to eat some chirping fruit?"

The Jiji fruit looks like a rabbit head and has a soft texture. It makes a sticky sound when you bite it. It is sweet and soft. Song Shutong likes to eat it when he is in a bad mood.

One rabbit head at a time.

Song Shutong took the talisman and directly grasped Rong Xuan's hand and pulled him over. His jade-like hand, although cold, exuded a pleasant fragrance.

The position was very close, so Rong Xuan just sat slightly sideways and leaned on the couch.

Song Shutong held his hand and pressed it against his cheek. The touch of their skin was indescribably comfortable.

Rong Xuan tidied her hair and took out a Jiji fruit.

Song Shutong pushed the fruit back with his hand.

She didn't know where to push it back to, but Rong Xuan would cooperate with her actions anyway.

Seeing that Song Shutong didn't even want to eat, Rong Xuan frowned and awkwardly placed his hand on her back, stroking it again and again.

This is also what Song Shutong said. If she is in a bad mood and doesn’t even want to eat, then don’t talk to her and just stay with her.

After supporting himself with his elbows for a while, Song Shutong ran out of strength and fell directly on Rong Xuan's legs.

There was no sign of panic on Rong Xuan's beautiful face, and her clear pupils were still so pure.

The reason why Song Shutong dared to get along with Rong Xuan like this was because he relied on the fact that Rong Xuan had no concept of the relationship between men and women.

When thinking of this, Song Shutong suddenly laughed, remembering something he had heard before, and his depression was dispelled.

"Xuan, do you know why our group of divine servants went up the mountain?"

Rong Xuan looked at her eyes that couldn't hide her smile and immediately realized that she was trying to play a trick on him.

But he still maintained his pure and holy demeanor and looked like he knew nothing.

"The venerables said that the divine servant who went up the mountain last time is getting older, and they need to find someone to take over. According to the previous rules, it is done every twenty years."

When Song Shutong heard him say that, he smiled even more brightly. This little Bai Lian really didn't know.

Thinking about what he was going to say later, Song Shutong turned over and lay flat on Rong Xuan's thighs so that he could see Rong Xuan's expression more easily.

The misty blue robe not only looked cold, but also felt cold to the touch. Song Shutong lay there for a while before he felt a little bit of her warmth.

Rong Xuan looked down at Song Shutong. Her hair was not tied up, but was braided with a hairband.

Of course Song Shutong could do these things, but why would she do it herself if she didn't have to? It was simply against the lazy principle, so she unceremoniously asked Rong Xuan to tie her hair.

A scarlet hairband draped around her milky neck, and when she smiled, her rosy lips were accompanied by star-like eyes.

Rong Xuan closed his eyes slightly to hide the depth in his eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, everything was clear again.

Song Shutong looked at Rong Xuan, who was as beautiful as a lotus emerging from water, and felt that he was really innocent and cute. He was obviously the powerful Son of God, but he was as easy to bully as a little lamb.

"If you are following the convention of previous years, why don't you select according to the rules of previous years? I heard that you personally selected all of us, and the only criterion was that you liked them."

When talking about the word "like", Song Shutong deliberately emphasized his tone, as if he was afraid that Rong Xuan wouldn't be able to hear it.

Unfortunately, Rong Xuan did not blush as she expected, but spoke calmly.

"I love every living being in this world, but all things have different responsibilities, so they have different paths. When the venerables asked me to choose a divine servant, I flipped through the book and let the wind make the choice for me."

His voice was clear and ethereal. Song Shutong raised his head slightly, his eyes fixed on Rong Xuan's face. His holy and divine face was like a bright moon hanging high in the sky, emitting a soft and bright light.

At this moment, Song Shutong's whole world became hazy, and only Rong Xuan in front of her was clearly visible. At this moment, she felt as if she saw a peony flower blooming on the top of a snowy mountain.

What to do, this guy is so likable.

She gave up the idea of ​​teasing him. It was good that he didn't know anything. If she teased him and made him understand, she would be the one to suffer.

"Then it seems that you are really fair."

I thought you chose me because you were attracted to me, but it turns out it was the wind. But there’s nothing wrong with the wind.

You are free to come and go.