Qing Leng Xianzun is a milk cub

About the matter that Xianzun wanted to help me take off my pants.

Meng Hongyi looked very well-behaved while sleeping, his puffy little face was flushed.

Qingxuan curiously stretched out his hand and poked it lightly. The touch felt like poking a fluffy ball. The tiny fluff on Meng Hongyi's skin tickled his fingers and heart unconsciously.

Qing Xuan, who was also resting on his arm, moved closer.

This involuntary in-depth movement made him suddenly stunned, and after he realized it, he moved away a little, deliberately keeping a certain distance.

Qingxuan pulled off the quilt to cover Meng Hongyi, but he took a look at his flushed little face, and was afraid that he would be hot, so he just put on a corner of the quilt.

This night, Qing Xuan didn't sleep well.

He tilted his head, and quietly looked at the little cub sleeping peacefully in his arms, never tired of looking at it.

Until... unconsciously falling asleep.

The next day, when Meng Hongyi opened his eyes in a daze, it was still pitch black inside and outside Qingxuan Hall.

He subconsciously asked, "Why don't you turn on the light?"

The voice he made when he was still asleep was indistinct, and it had a milky sound, but now it sounded softer and cute.

Qingxuan opened his eyes the moment he heard the movement, he was stunned for a while, although he didn't hear Meng Hongyi's words clearly, he could roughly read something from his expression.

With a wave of Qingxuan's big hand, the whole world suddenly became brighter.

And the sudden strong light made Meng Hongyi unable to open his eyes.

It was only then that Qingxuan realized that he had done something wrong, and quickly stretched out his hand to help him block the sunlight, until Meng Hongyi slowly got used to it, and then quickly withdrew his hand, acting as if he hadn't done anything——

Before Meng Hongyi could speak, Qingxuan took the lead and said in a cold voice: "Get up quickly when you wake up, you will start practicing from today!"

"Hmm... good." Meng Hongyi turned over, obviously not fully awake yet.

He likes to move around when he sleeps, and he is not very honest in Qingxuan's arms. The quilt covered is very thin, and he accidentally kicked it off after rolling around a few times at night.

After being woken up early in the morning, Meng Hongyi still had a stomachache for some reason, as if he had caught a cold.

Qingxuan sat up from the bed easily, saw that Meng Hongyi had just changed his posture, and was about to urge him again, but saw him clutching his stomach, so he said softly, "I'll go prepare some food first."

It was not easy for Meng Hongyi to get up.

He flailed his little fleshy hands, exerting all his strength, even his chubby waist, and finally sat up straight like a carp, but just... his waist seemed to be twisted.

It's so hard for me!

Meng Hongyi felt that he was no longer unlucky.

After eight lifetimes of bad luck, he would not be able to dress up as a kid who gets up and flops around. He firmly believes that this is God's punishment for him, punishing him for being unrestrained and loving freedom in the past ten years of student life!

boom!

While meditating, Meng Hongyi was startled by the noise outside the hall, at first he thought someone was throwing Italian cannons.

Qingxuan, who had an awkward smile on his face, seemed a little embarrassed when he entered the door. Meng Hongyi asked suspiciously, "What happened outside?"

"It's nothing." Qingxuan wiped his face, restrained the expression on his face, pretended to be calm and turned into a fan, fanning the wind casually.

Just to hide embarrassment.

Something is wrong, the current state is too wrong!

Suddenly, a strange thought popped into Meng Hongyi's head——Qingxuan was out of his mind just now, and only then did he show such embarrassment by blowing up the outside with a shaking hand.

"Let's eat slowly, let's take you to practice first."

Qingxuan put away the fan in his hand, waiting for Meng Hongyi's response.

"But I..." Meng Hongyi rubbed his stomach in pain, "I want to poop... stinky."

Perhaps because he hadn't woken up yet, he suddenly seemed to accept his identity as a child, and his words were subconsciously childish.

"What stinks?" Qing Xuan asked, frowning.

This extremely unfamiliar vocabulary made him scratch his head.

hiss--

Meng Hongyi gasped. It was clear just now that he lost his mind due to the pain, and his language system was out of control to say such hypocritical words as "smelly smelly".

"Hey, I mean, I want to go to the toilet, the big one."

Putting the urgent matter on the table, Meng Hongyi felt extremely embarrassed while not being used to it.

Qingxuan who caught the word "toilet" hummed lightly, he got up and opened his arms, and said lightly: "Let's go..."

"Tell me where the toilet is, and I can go there myself."

With his last stubbornness, Meng Hongyi put on a tough attitude and wanted to go to the toilet by himself.

Qingxuan felt that he was beyond his control, "With your small body, no one will catch you if you fall into the pit. Then you will be turned into fertilizer by the people at the bottom of the mountain."

As soon as these words came out, Meng Hongyi realized the crux of the problem.

He has slender arms and legs now, and he has no energy, so he might fall directly into the pit.

That image instantly formed in his mind, he was not feeling well, and Sa Yazi threw herself into Qingxuan's arms.

Qingxuan touched Meng Hongyi's head, the corners of his mouth raised a little unconsciously, and he did not forget to comfort him: "With me here, I won't fall into the pit."

The latrine was created by Qingxuan.

Qingxuan was the only one living in this small world of singing birds and fragrant flowers. He has profound morals and deeds.

It stands to reason that Meng Hongyi, as a sword spirit, does not need to consider the three urgencies.

But the fact is here, the pain in his stomach is real, and the urge to go to the toilet is even more real and strong.

"Are you squatting steadily?" Qingxuan asked, and Minyan was about to help Meng Hongyi take off his pants.

The sudden coolness around his waist made Meng Hongyi shiver, "What...what are you doing?"

He immediately imagined a lot of scary things, such as Qingxuan is really such a messy person with special hobbies that everyone said.

Dressed beast!Wolf face beast heart!

Qingxuan explained casually: "Help you take off your pants, otherwise what else can you do? Or... what do you think I can do to a brat like you?"

"No...it's nothing," Meng Hongyi shook his head, "I can do it myself, I don't need your help."

With disbelief written all over Qing Xuan's face, he asked again, "You really don't need it?"

Meng Hongyi nodded firmly.

Qingxuan didn't say anything, got up and left the toilet.

Meng Hongyi, who took off his pants by himself, propped his hands on the two walls of the latrine, and squatted down slowly, like an old man in his seventies and eighties.

It's really not difficult to just hold on to a cup of tea, but Meng Hongyi spent much longer in the toilet than expected, and suddenly felt that he couldn't squat anymore.

The feeling of dizziness and weakness rushed to his forehead almost at the same time.

For some reason, a huge black cloud suddenly floated over this small world, suppressing the darkness all around for an instant.

Meng Hongyi was already staying in the narrow space, so he couldn't see the things around him at all at this moment, and he was even more flustered because he was afraid of the dark.

Meng Hongyi felt that he was about to collapse.

Suddenly, a strong hand stabilized his body.

so close--

Meng Hongyi looked at Qingxuan's hands holding him through the wall, and felt a little weird for no reason. These were clearly a pair of ghost hands protruding from the darkness.

"Are you ready?" Qingxuan simply probed in.

The wall of the latrine is useless to him, and everything in this small world depends on Qingxuan to exist, so naturally it will not set restrictions on him.

It would be no exaggeration to say that everything here is fake.

Meng Hongyi's psychological endurance was not very good, and he was frightened to death by the head coming through the wall.

You can't be so scary even if you are handsome...

When he woke up again, he was lying on the bed.

If it weren't for the memory of going to the toilet, Meng Hongyi would have thought that everything that happened before was a nightmare of his own.

"Sorry." Qingxuan held a dark object in his hand, and the sound of apologizing was like a mosquito, but fortunately, it was quiet and Meng Hongyi could hear it clearly.

But...why apologize?

"What?" Meng Hongyi asked with wide eyes in doubt.

"I didn't think about what I just did. I'm used to living here. Everything is nothingness to me." Qingxuan explained.

Meng Hongyi suddenly recalled the scene just now, and wiped the sweat from his forehead again, "I can understand, I can understand."

"Let's eat something."

Qingxuan moved the black thing in his hand to Meng Hongyi's eyes. From a distance, it was indeed pitch black, but when he looked closely, it was even more difficult to distinguish.

This thing is called food?

Meng Hongyi felt that Qingxuan wanted to poison himself to death——

"What is this?" Meng Hongyi asked tentatively.

"Roasted chicken," Qingxuan lowered his eyes and glanced again, "Is it hard to tell? The four legs are still intact, the chicken head is well on the neck, and the chicken buttocks are still up."

The appearance of this roasted whole chicken cannot be said to be unsightly.

It can only be said that it is completely unreliable. Meng Hongyi would believe it if he said that he was a piece of black coal that had just been picked out of the cinder stove and carefully arranged to look like a roast chicken.

Qingxuan observed Meng Hongyi's expression, and asked hesitantly, "So unbearable?"

Meng Hongyi was hesitating how to express it euphemistically, when he suddenly caught sight of the ink-black ash on Qingxuan's face that hadn't been wiped clean, "It's not bad, it looks quite distinctive, it looks like a roast chicken I've never seen before."

"Then try it quickly." The anticipation in Qingxuan's eyes was like a sudden fluctuation in a quiet lake. Meng Hongyi caught it, but he dared not say anything.

He had just finished going to the latrine, and he really didn't want to repeat the tragic ending of almost falling into the latrine.

"Do you think this food is healthy? Will it be too oily and make me fat?" Meng Hongyi put on an innocent face, expressing that he dare not eat it.

Qingxuan tore off a chicken leg and gnawed it, "No."

The whole chicken was indeed pitch black on the outside, but only the outer skin was burnt. After one leg was torn off, the yellowish and shiny chicken was revealed.

Qing Xuan took a big bite, and there was still a sizzling sound in his mouth.

What's more amazing - the scent escaped, causing Meng Hongyi who had no appetite to swallow subconsciously.

"The taste is not bad, and the fire is just right." Qingxuan finished the big chicken drumstick in his hand in a few mouthfuls, and did not forget to give a very pertinent evaluation.

His eyes fell on Meng Hongyi again, and there was no longer a speck of expectation in his eyes, and his cold expression returned.

Could it be that you are angry?

Meng Hongyi thought that Qingxuan must have tossed and tossed for a long time to make this roast chicken, and felt a little guilty for a moment. In addition, he just judged the chicken by its appearance, and for a while he pursed his lips and didn't know what to say.

"It's fine if you're not interested." Qingxuan went out with the roast chicken, his expression didn't change at all, he couldn't tell that he was angry at all, and his tone was also indifferent.

At this moment, Meng Hongyi regretted it very much.

He was immersed in the regret of not eating the roast chicken, when Qingxuan came in with another object.

"Try again?" The chicken that Qingxuan handed to Meng Hongyi had undergone an earth-shaking change. It was no longer a pitch-black lump, but the reddish-brown chicken skin was dripping with sauce, and it was shiny.

Meng Hongyi swallowed again, this time, his appetite had been fully stimulated.

Once there was a pitch-black roast chicken in front of him, but he didn't cherish it until after a few breaths, it was drizzled with sauce, making it more sweet and plump.

This time, Meng Hongyi will never let the roast chicken go!

Qingxuan, who was holding the roast chicken, had been observing Meng Hongyi's expression, but Meng Hongyi stared at such a fat roast chicken with a dull expression.

Don't you... still don't like it?

Qingxuan sighed in annoyance, racking his brains to think of any other way to make the roast chicken more attractive.

He was about to take it out for reprocessing when suddenly Meng Hongyi bit the chicken's butt.

Really fragrant!