The villain's junior brother turned out to have a crush on me

Meng Chen glanced down slightly following him, and said, "Who else could it be? Of course it's Junior Brother Xue."

Pei Yuze paused, although he already had the answer in his heart, he didn't expect him to admit it so directly.

"He was stabbed by the thorn demon, and he was unconscious. I kindly helped him detoxify, but he slapped him, and he became like this."

Pei Yuze examined his expression and asked, "Is that all?"

"Otherwise what else?" Meng Chen turned his wrist and frowned slightly, "Brother, you hurt me."

Pei Yuze followed his gaze, only to realize that he had used too much force just now, and had pinched the young man's wrist red.

"Sorry." He immediately let go of his hand, apologetic in his eyes, and changed back to the appearance of a gentleman, "I'm just a little worried about you."

"I'm fine." Meng Chen repeated, "I'm just a little tired."

Pei Yuze didn't stay much this time, and told him to rest well, and left.Meng Chen closed the door, looked down at his wrist, there was a circle of dark red on it, so bright it was dazzling.

Slight disgust floated in his eyes, he washed it with water several times, and it was not appropriate to go out at this time, so he sighed and went to sleep on the bed.

-

The next day, when Meng Chen went to Luosongzhai to look for Xue Lang, the boy was practicing sword in the courtyard.

He didn't wear a school uniform, but put on a black outfit, and his black hair was tied into a high ponytail, which made his sharp and vigorous temperament more obvious.

Meng Chen recalled that he and Xue Lang had a bad relationship in his previous life, and he didn't have much communication with each other on weekdays, and he didn't seem to have seen each other practice swords in this life, so he didn't make a sound, and stood quietly watching.

Xue Lang practiced engrossedly, but he didn't notice him. A sword moved in his hand, stabbing several swords in an instant, and there were several three-inch deep sword marks on the opposite sword practice stone. This book is "Thirteen Swords of Shocking Wind".

"It's amazing to have penetrated the sword art to this extent in just one month."

Xue Lang was startled, and turned his head quickly, only to find Meng Chen standing at the door, looking at him with a smile and admiration.

In the past, he probably would have dismissed and provocatively said "I want you to talk nonsense", but this time, the young man didn't say a word, put his sword into its sheath in silence, turned around and went into the house.Meng Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, and followed him in.

"Is the remaining poison of the thorn demon cleared?" He asked, "Is there any discomfort in the body?"

Xue Lang sat down at the table, took out a book of sword formulas and opened it, looked down at the pages and said, "No."

Meng Chen glanced at him and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with you?"

It has been like this since yesterday morning, Meng Chen couldn't help but reflect on whether he did something inappropriate to make this little wolf dog unhappy.

Xue Lang's fingers trembled slightly as he flipped through the book.

Awkward...

What an intimate word, how dare he.

He didn't make a fuss, but suddenly realized that he had crossed the line unknowingly, because he got something that he didn't even dare to dream of before, so he got carried away and wanted more.

So, he just returned to his proper position and did what he should do.

"I'm fine." He said, "If senior brother has no other orders, please go back."

His attitude made Meng Chen helpless for a while.Although Xue Lang used to yell impatiently, "Go away, I don't want to see you", but the duplicity is very obvious, and he always looks at him quietly with corners of his eyes and brows while chasing him. I want you to stay."Now the young man's attitude is polite, his tone is alienated, and he is unwilling to give him a look. It seems that he really doesn't want to see him anymore.

Meng Chen couldn't find the crux of the problem for a while, so he had to put the two bottles of elixir for purifying residual poison and regulating qi on the table, and left silently.

-

In the next few days, the youth did not set foot here again.

Xue Lang returned to the house after practicing the sword as usual. He didn't know what to do for a while. He stood in a daze for a while, then sat down at the table, picked up two bottles of pills, held them in his palms, and looked at the patterns on the bottles. in a daze.

Not long after, a round, blue thing slowly moved into the line of sight - it could be called a bird, but it was too fat, the whole body was rounded into a ball, and the two bird legs were thin and short , is covered by fluffy blue feathers as it dances across the table, so that it looks like it rolled over.

Xue Lang glanced at the snacks on the plate next to him, and as expected, there was not even a piece of scum left.

"Eat more," he said blankly, "you won't even be able to roll."

This bird was picked up from the yard by him the day before yesterday.At that time, it flew tremblingly through the air, and then fell headlong into the grass in the yard. Xue Lang thought it was injured, so he picked it up carefully, only to find that the bird had eaten too much while hunting. It fell when it couldn't fly.

He looked at the twitching bird with a complicated face, and named it "Lan Pang".

Lan Fatty was very spiritual, understood Xue Lang's words, his two small dark eyes glowed with grievance, he flapped his wings and rolled over, rubbing his fluffy and soft wings against his palm.

Xue Lang patted its head, looked at the squinted-eyed little guy who was extremely comfortable, and smiled lightly, but soon became disappointed again.

"I haven't seen him for four days." He murmured, "He's probably really angry this time."

That person never lacks attention and admiration, most of them want to get close to him, make him happy, please him, so why can't he think about coming to him to see his face.

Lan Pang looked at him ignorantly, aware of the sadness of his master, held his head up and yelled, and then got into the boy's palm and arched back and forth.

Xue Lang withdrew his thoughts, stopped thinking about these things, and was about to meditate and practice, so that the golden core state could be stabilized quickly, but he heard Lan Pang tweeted twice, and his small eyes looked curiously at the white paper flying in the air crane.

Xue Lang's eyes also froze, and he saw the paper crane hovering in the air for a few times, and then transformed into a line of light golden characters:

"At three quarters in the afternoon, come to Tianji Cliff."

The characters slowly disappeared, Xue Lang came back to his senses, his heart beating a little faster.

It is self-evident who brought this to him.

So is the other party still willing to deal with him?

The young man curled his mouth quietly, stood up and immediately wanted to go out, but stopped immediately.

No, I can't go.

It took him a lot of effort to make up his mind to distance himself from the other party. Wouldn't it be a waste of all his previous efforts if he went there?

He gritted his teeth and took a step back.

But... What if the other party has something important to tell him?

It's just a meeting and a few words, at worst, it's the last time, and it's fine if we don't see each other again.

He hesitated and took another step forward.

Fatty Lan was beside him, tilting his little head and watching his master struggle back and forth, probably unable to bear his cowardice, flapping his wings and pushing him from behind.

This bird is only a little bigger than a human's palm, but it has a lot of strength. Its wings directly drew Xue Lang from the room to the door, and almost fell to the ground and fell to the ground.Xue Lang stabilized his body and glared at it, then wiped his nose, and found a suitable reason for his behavior: "You pushed me. I didn't want to go by myself."

He lowered his head and straightened his clothes, and strode out of Luosong Zhai with secret joy and joy.

-

It's not yet noon, but Tianji Peak is high and the sun is already very strong.

Xue Lang leaned against a big pine tree on the edge of the cliff and waited for a while, and sure enough, he saw Meng Chen's figure approaching from a distance. Seeing that he had already arrived, there was a faint smile in his eyes: "It's so early?"

"Just came." Xue Lang stood up straight and walked over, trying to maintain a cold expression, "What's the matter? Tell me something quickly, I have to go back to practice."

Meng Chen: "Is the poison of the thorn demon clean?"

Xue Lang rolled his eyes: "It's long-winded. I told you a long time ago that you're fine."

"That's good." Meng Chen nodded, touched his neck and sighed softly, "I was hit hard by your palm, and it still hurts."

Xue Lang was startled, the original impatient expression disappeared immediately, and asked nervously: "It hurts? Did I, did I hit you again?"

Meng Chen looked at him silently, but there seemed to be a slight complaint in his eyes.

"I didn't do it on purpose." Xue Lang looked annoyed, "I was unconscious that night and did a lot of ridiculous actions. I'm sorry...Is the pain severe? Did you take any medicine?"

Meng Chen carefully observed every change in the young man's expression, and suddenly smiled softly: "Seeing my junior brother's expression, I don't feel any pain anymore."

Before Xue Lang could understand, the next moment the air suddenly became stagnant and chilling, and the person in front of him stretched out a hand like lightning, and grabbed his throat fiercely!

This blow was ruthless and merciless. Xue Lang immediately felt a sharp pain in his throat, his eyes went dark, and he even heard the crisp and terrifying sound of joints cracking.

"Junior Brother is really cold-hearted and hot-hearted. He seems to be at odds with me, but he actually cares about me so much." Meng Chen chuckled twice, his pupils were dark and he couldn't see the bottom, "I'm really touched."

Xue Lang tightly gripped the hand that was stuck around his neck, trying to tear him away, but he couldn't move an inch: "You... are not..."

Meng Chen exerted strength with his hands, pinched his neck and lifted him up, with a leisurely expression, as if he was carrying a chicken or rabbit, and walked calmly towards the edge of Tianji cliff.

"It doesn't matter who I am." Meng Chen said, "The important thing is that you came to the wrong place - when you reincarnate in your next life, remember to tell yourself not to come to Taixuanzong again."

He paused, and added politely, "Of course, you must remember to stay away from people you shouldn't be close to."

After speaking, he let go and threw Xue Lang off the Tianji Cliff.