wine hit fairy

Just lying on the edge of the tub and thinking wildly, Lu Xiaochan actually fell asleep.

This feeling was very pleasant, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the young boy in his previous dream sitting in a very empty room.

The surroundings are white and clear, just like a mirror, and it feels so cold because of this.

The little boy had a bitter face, tilted his head in front of the mirror, and pulled his hair.

On the left side of his head, there was a small round spot where all his hair fell out!

The little boy kept fiddling with his hair unwillingly, trying to cover up that small patch of baldness.But no matter how I fiddle with it, the bald spots are still so obvious.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! I actually have alopecia areata! Everyone calls me 'little fairy boy', 'little fairy boy'! Has anyone ever seen a little fairy boy with alopecia areata!" "It's that old liar! They tricked me into coming here! It's so cold here, and there's bald white everywhere! That's why I'm bald too!"

"And that Master Jianzong is sober-minded, he doesn't even fart every day! I don't even have anyone to talk to! Every night I sleep and shiver while hugging the quilt! I don't feel any warmth at all! Excessive worry makes me bald Already!"

The little boy fiddled with the hair on the right side to the left without giving up, but the small patch of bald spot was close to the hairline, so it couldn't be covered!

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" The young boy scratched his hair, looked at his own shadow on the wall, and laughed, "Three thousand threads of trouble—don't worry! Cut them all, and don't care if you're all bald." So a little bit bald!"

After thinking about it, the young boy hummed a little tune, took out a small dagger from his waist, and began to shave his head.

There was a "rustling" sound next to his ears, and strands of black soft hair left his body and fell down.

Just when he was about to finish his work, he suddenly felt a chill behind his back, and suddenly he felt the chill. Before he could turn around, the hand holding the dagger was grabbed, and the wrist bone was almost crushed. The little boy said, "Ouch——" There was a yell, the fingers were released, and the echo of the dagger landing continued for a long time.

"what are you doing?"

The cold voice resonated with the four walls, oppressing the young boy so that he couldn't lift his head.

"I'm bald! So I want to pick a bald one!"

"Bald gourd?"

"A bald dipper means no hair!"

"why?"

"That... that... need to apply medicine! It's inconvenient to have hair!" The little boy stared at his wrist anxiously.

It's about to break!Not only is he alopecia areata, but also his limbs are broken?

The other party let go of his hand, and the little boy ran away.

"I'm a guest, so I won't clean it up! The hair on the ground will be blown away with a flick of your sleeve!"

He ran desperately in the long corridor, for fear that the other party would catch him back again.

After running a long way, I found that no one was chasing me except my own footsteps, so I turned around.

All I could see was the long standing figure in the impression who was always standing still, slowly bending down, as if he was picking up strands of hair on the ground with his hands.

As if it wasn't his hair, but the softest and most precious brocade in the world.

"Isn't it just hair..."

The little boy turned around and ran all the way back to a hut, poured herbs, made a black and pungent medicinal paste, brushed it on the plaster, and "slapped" it on his bald spot.

He sat and looked to the right, and although his eyes were almost tearing from the plaster, he decided to endure it.

Firstly, long hair is important, and secondly, he can sit in front of that annoying ghost and smoke him to death!

"Eh? No matter how you look at it, it looks more and more like the little bad god in the drama who is holding a broken bowl and leaking money everywhere?" Lu Xiaochan patted her head, "Never mind him!"

He ran all the way to the room of the bastard that kept his mouth hanging.

The other party turned his back and was putting something into a slender brocade box, when he heard him come in, he quickly closed the brocade box.

The little boy sat cross-legged and raised his chin: "What treasure are you hiding?"

"It's nothing." The man in a plain gown sat down. His wrist was beautiful, the curve of the wrist bone was elegant but faintly revealing strength, and his slender fingers calmly opened the letter.

The little boy deliberately moved his head towards him, just to see if the other party smelled such a pungent ointment, even if he didn't shed tears, at least sneezed, right?

Who knew that he stretched out his hand, gently touched the top of the young boy's bare head, and only said: "It will grow."

The little boy continued to keep his head outstretched, and he didn't believe that he couldn't be smoked.

But the man really didn't react at all, but his own eyes were red from the smoke, and the place where the plaster was pasted was hot and painful.

This kind of way of killing the enemy without killing the enemy, but also hurting himself by eight thousand, the young boy decided not to use it.

After a few days, the little boy really began to grow hair on the place where the medicine was applied.

At first, it was just a sparse piece of fluff, soft and soft, but the young boy was very happy, and he had to touch it several times a day. It seemed that there was a little hope in the cold and joyless life.

But one night when he was woken up by urine, the little boy couldn't be happy at all.

He was sleeping on his side, and before turning over, he realized that there was a person lying on his side behind him.

Because the other party's chest was very warm, the young boy who was afraid of the cold kept pushing his back into the other party's arms, and the other party hugged him, and gently touched the small growth on the top of his head with his fingers. fluff!

Fiddle with your fingertips for a while, rub gently with your knuckles for a while, over and over again, endlessly!

Outrageous!

The little boy immediately pushed back with his elbow, who knew that the other party turned over with his arms around him, and pushed him down.

When he met those eyes, the little boy was stunned. He knew that the man's eyes were beautiful.

The eye sockets are deep, the contours are elegant and gentle, and the end of the eyes is raised a little bit, bringing a touch of sharpness.

But the young boy saw the long-lasting candle flame in these eyes, which was burning for himself, as if he was looking forward to something in the long numb time.

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

The tone was still light, and no emotion could be heard. I don't know if it was because when he spoke, the warm breath came to the little boy's lips, and passed over his upper lip calmly.

"You...what are you doing to keep touching my place!"

What should I do if I feel the hair I have grown so hard to be bald!

He stared at his round eyes, in order not to lose his momentum.But the other party's eyes were always indifferent. He was tired of staring and staring, so he blinked a bit.

"Because your hair is very soft."

The little boy suddenly realized something: "Wait! When did you start touching my hair!"

"every day."

A drop of water fell into the hot oil pan, and the frying pan was gone!

The young boy's anger rushed from his chest to the top of his forehead: "It's been a long time since you touched the alopecia areata on my head! Is it because you touch a spot every time that you touch the bald spot!"

"Yes."

The other party actually answered it as a matter of course!

"Why do you touch my place every time!" The little boy asked, pointing to the bald place on his forehead.

Although he immediately realized that what he should care about should be - there is something wrong with this person, he ran to his bedside and touched his hair all night!

"Because I can still touch your eyebrows."

Shouldn't I be grateful for your honesty!

No, I still have my eyebrows!Thank goodness!

"Go away - don't sleep next to me in the future! Don't touch my hair! I can't touch it anywhere!"

The little boy was angry, and he raised his hand and pushed it on the opponent's shoulder, but the opponent remained motionless, lying on his side looking at him without even trembling, but for the first time, the little boy saw his His brows furrowed.

"Why not?"

"Touching other people's hair is a quirk! The quirk must be changed!" The little boy put on a fierce face and pushed the other person hard again, but this time his wrist was grabbed and he was dragged away.

"I don't like to touch other people's hair." He lowered his eyes and looked at the little boy, his voice was close to his ear, it was not loud but very powerful, as if he would bite the little boy's ear at any time.

"Liar! You don't like touching other people's hair! You even touched me bald!"

The young boy gritted his teeth, determined to avenge his bald head, and drew a circle in the air with his fingertips. Before a spirit spell could be pushed out, the opponent's palm came up, and the spirit spell was instantly wiped out.

Immediately afterwards, the little boy's fingers were also tightly clasped, and the other party released his mysterious spirit energy, and the overhaul of more than 2000 years suppressed the little boy in an instant.

"I don't like other people's hair, I only like yours."

A word fell down gently.

"You bully me! You have cultivated for more than 2000 years! Have you only bullied me for 600 years?"

The little boy struggled vigorously, and the little fluff that had just grown on the top of his head kept rubbing against the opponent's chin.

"Don't move."

He spoke a little faster than usual, and his arms tightened suddenly, the boy's bones were almost broken, and the mysterious spirit energy released by the other party seemed to condense into some kind of big formation, directly suppressing the boy except I blinked and couldn't even move my fingers.

"Can you stop touching that spot on my head..."

The little boy finally realized the gap in their cultivation realm, all the struggles were meaningless, and what was even more annoying was that he was dissatisfied that the other party didn't understand and didn't care.I can only go back and ask for the next best thing...

"why?"

"Let me be evenly bald..."

The young boy was very sad.