Crossing fortune telling: Mental illnesses running in both directions

As the largest immortal cultivation sect in the past, the area occupied by Sun Moon Valley is so large that it is difficult to get a full picture of it.

There are several mountains for growing medicinal herbs, not to mention the exclusive residences of several disciples.

Logically speaking, apart from occasionally visiting each other or practicing in seclusion, most of the time everyone gathered on He Qingyu's mountain and didn't know each other's most private residences.

But for Shen Zhinian, the bedroom in front of him was not unfamiliar at all.

This is probably because everything here was created by her.

Whether it was the exquisite bed that looked like a work of art, or the slightly feminine moon-white gauze curtains, or the potted plants in front of the window...

They are all treasures from the world of immortal cultivation, so there is no such thing as them becoming worn out or destroyed over time.

But she was still young at the time, and she only calculated that she would soon welcome a new friend, but she didn't know whether it was a boy or a girl, so the items she arranged were all decorated in a delicate and neutral direction.

After so many years, the owner of this bedroom should have improved it according to his own preferences...

Shen Zhinian didn't dare to think about it, and with trembling fingers, he sighed dryly: "Still...still quite loyal...then, then, the things I arranged for you when you were a child, why haven't you thought of changing them yet..."

"Why change it?" Fu Guanci seemed even more surprised than her. "Everywhere here has your traces, which is great."

Even when he grew up and men and women no longer stayed alone in a room to avoid suspicion, he still felt at ease as long as he stayed here.

It was as if Shen Zhinian, who had healed his wounds and often told him some strange bedtime stories in an attempt to make him forget the pain and coax him to sleep, but ended up successfully coaxing himself to sleep, was still here with him.

The world seemed to be silent for a moment at this moment.

The guess in his heart was confirmed at this moment. Shen Zhinian widened his eyes in shock, with an indescribable look of condemnation as if he was looking at a pervert.

"You liked me at that time? How old were you then? Six years old! Do you have a fledgling complex?"

Fu Guanci seriously corrected: "It's bone age."

"You and I have been adults in another world for a long time. The man is unmarried and the woman is unmarried. Our souls are of similar age. I just like you and have a crush on you. No, is it not okay?"

Confused for a moment by his self-evident confession, Shen Zhinian answered dumbly, "Didn't you lose your memory and fall in love with me at first sight when you saw me, who was different from others?"

Even if I have liked you for a long time...well, well, well, that's too early.

Upon hearing this, the peacock who had been secretly in love for many years and finally succeeded in getting the upper hand instantly broke down.

Fu Guanci listened attentively, but then he could no longer bear it. His face turned black and he said defensively, "You really like the head of the Fu family, not me!"

The more he spoke, the more bitter he felt in his heart: "I knew that this bastard had confessed first and had the upper hand. If I hadn't taken into consideration that both of us were underage at the time, how could I have ended up doing the work of making wedding clothes for others?"

This peacock who lost his memory still didn't forget to seduce his senior sister!

Fu Guanci was so angry that his teeth were itching, and he immediately wanted to slap the bastard.

Just as he raised his hand, he suddenly remembered that he still had to rely on his face to make a living, and he quickly withdrew the angry slap, making it look like he had slapped himself for no reason.

Some people, when their defenses are broken, can even curse themselves.

The look in Shen Zhinian's eyes when she looked at him changed from dumbfounded to kind and familiar, just like the patient she once missed.

"If I were still my previous life job, you would be very suitable to come to my hospital."

Resisting the urge to take out her business card and hand it to the person, she wanted to laugh but suppressed it and asked sincerely, "Do you want to take medicine?"

There is no medicine for treating mental illness, but there is one for relieving anger.

"Please be serious and don't change the subject." Fu Guanci was unmoved. "I have secretly driven away countless bad luck lovers. You are throwing your seductive eyes at a blind man, you straight woman!"

Hey, that's too much.

Shen Zhinian was very unconvinced and retorted loudly: "Put aside your spiral spring and autumn thunder gabba serial turning fart, I am clearly a master of high emotional intelligence language charm!"

Fu Guanci: “…” Who gave you this illusion? Was it me?

Her self-confident and righteous look was so adorable that Fu Guanci tried to hold back his laughter but finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

The next second, he leaned over and gave the girl a soft kiss on the side of her face.

Shen Zhinian covered the cheek that had been kissed in a daze, his eyes fell on the handsome face that suddenly enlarged in front of him, his cat eyes widened in surprise.

"Shut up, I'm seriously arguing with you."

"Who's arguing with you?" The sky gradually darkened, and the man's jade-like face was half hidden in the candlelight. His slightly upturned peach blossom eyes seemed drunk, and he smiled. "Can't you see that I'm jealous, you master of high emotional intelligence and language charm?"

Shen Zhinian: “…” This guy was definitely mocking her just now, right?

Perhaps his rationality returned, Fu Guanci finally remembered that he was jealous of himself, which was a bit embarrassing.

Returning to the beginning of the topic, he slowly explained: "When I was first brought back to recuperate, you always thought I would be scared, so you told me bedtime stories every day."

It was probably when they first met that Fu Guanci, who was thin and careful and covered with knife wounds, was too lovable. Although Shen Zhinian knew that he had replaced his modern soul long ago, he still unconsciously took care of him as a child.

In addition, Master He was a man of few words in the past, and now that he had a friend finally come, he would never let him go.

Although the final result was somewhat different from what he expected, having a warm little bun next to him did bring him incomparable warmth.

In fact, he already knew it when his body recovered and he began to learn how to circulate his spiritual power.

The warm little bun next to him was just Shen Zhinian deliberately using his spiritual power to catalyze a comfortable temperature to take care of his body which was fluctuating between hot and cold due to the fever.

He was unaware of it at that time, but subconsciously, he was already trying hard to hold on to this touch of warmth.

"I never told you that whether it's traveling through time or being hunted down, I'm actually not afraid at all..."

When he first came here, his bone age was too young, so he could not use elixirs with stronger medicinal properties. He could only rely on normal treatment methods in the mortal world to allow his body to heal slowly.

It was during this time of lying in bed getting familiar with the new world that he went from being wary of accidents to increasingly looking forward to the girl's seemingly careless but actually clumsy, cautious, and unexpectedly gentle approach.

"I just want to be with you."

That's it.

Junior Brother Fu, whose identity changed but seemed not to have changed much, seemed to have opened up his Ren and Du meridians. The affection that he was too shy to show in the past, he could now always express to her directly.

When their eyes met, the girl's jade-like face was covered with a blush, shy and beautiful, touching the heart.

She snorted awkwardly: "You are the family member that this young master brought back personally. If I don't treat you well, who else can I treat well?"

"Yes." Fu Guanci responded to her words almost dotingly, "My pleasure."