What bad thoughts can a little snake have?

Seeing that the master took the little snake away, Ah Le shrank behind Fa Hai, hanging his head and daring not to speak.

He hasn't told Master that he has found a new partner.

Although the master has always been gentle, but for some reason, he can still feel the powerful power in front of the calm face of the master, no matter how much he messes around in front of the master, he only dares to be a good boy.

Perhaps... this is the legendary level suppression.

Seeing that Fa Hai put the ugly snake in his pocket, Ning Wuyang was shocked, but there was no reaction on his face.

He looked at Fa Hai with water in his eyes, his pale face was fragile and fragile, like a soft willow branch, the wind could blow him away.

"Master Fahai, I have another cough. I have been coughing all night long." Ning Wuyang was like a weak and miserable little white flower, "Can you help me to heal again?"

There was pleading in his words, but he didn't see the vicious and domineering appearance before.

The little green snake poked its head out of its pocket, and seeing Ning Wuyang's face change, was so shocked that the snake even spat out the letter.

Is this really the same person?

Ning Wuyang is the eldest son of the palace. It is rumored that the princess was poisoned by a monster when the eldest son was still in the womb, which caused the eldest son to be damaged in the womb, and he was born with insufficiency.

And the princess passed away shortly after giving birth to her son.

The old prince had a son in his old age, and the son was weaker than ordinary children, so the prince naturally cherished him very much.

Visiting Lingyin Temple every day to seek advice from eminent monks, and at the same time searching for panacea among the people.

Finally, Jingxuan, the abbot of Lingyin Temple, was moved by the old prince's sincerity, and was willing to use mana every month to help Ning Wuyang relieve his illness.

After Jingxuan retreated five years ago, his personal disciple Fa Hai has been helping him in this matter.

Fa Hai didn't speak, but Hui Yuan who was beside him said: "My lord, my junior brother just took a rest. I happen to be here today, why don't I help you?"

The little green snake raised his head to look at Fahai, and found that there was indeed a trace of tiredness that could not be concealed between his brows and eyes.

"Don't bother Master Huiyuan, I think I'm probably used to Master Fahai's mana."

Facing the other monks of Lingyin Temple, Shi Ning Wuyang's attitude was a little more polite, but he still couldn't hide the arrogance from the bottom of his bones, "If Master Fahai feels tired, I can wait for him to rest well."

He covered his lips and coughed twice, looking a little lonely, "I'm fine."

The little green snake who was sitting in the supreme auditorium sighed in admiration.

Could it be that Fahai can't stand this type of thing?

The little green snake couldn't help shaking its head.

Tsk tut a few more times.

I don't know if his movements were too ostentatious, but after shaking it twice, the little green snake felt a fingertip pressing on his head.

Then with a little force, he pushed his head out of the pocket back into the pocket.

The little green snake expressed dissatisfaction, and poked its head out stubbornly.

However, it was still mercilessly suppressed.

The little green snake, which had turned dark again before its eyes, thought angrily, this monk is really stingy, he is not even allowed to look at it.

Although Xue Qing still had a natural fear of Fa Hai in his heart, he was originally a young man.

Cowardly poking Fahai's waist with the tip of his tail through the monk's robe in his pocket.

Fa Hai's waist was thin, and it felt like he was poking on a hard iron plate.

This monk is in such a good figure?

And Fa Hai didn't seem to respond, so he was even bolder.

The little green snake thought it was interesting, and became playful, and then used the tip of its tail as a sword, and poked at Fahai's waist.

Even in the dark pocket, the voices outside could not be heard clearly, so the little green snake relied on this to pass the time.

I don't know when Fa Hai will release him.

The little green snake dubbed this childish way of playing in her heart.

"Hey!" He poked the tip of his tail again, "I'll poke!"

In his imagination, Fa Hai's waist started to spurt blood when the sharp tail of the mighty little snake poked in the second class.

Then Fa Hai clutched his waist and begged for mercy: "Master Snake, I really don't dare. Please forgive me!"

The little green snake raised the tip of its tail, continuing to immerse itself in fantasizing about its particularly chic image of a master snake.

I don't think I'm naive, after all, a man is a teenager until his death, he just kept a pure childlike innocence.

He twisted his body, and let out a vicious laugh similar to that unique to the villain at the imaginary distressed Fa Hai.

Then the little green snake was happy, and felt a gap in the top pocket, revealing a gap of light.

Randomly stretched out a big palm, easily wrapped the whole little snake, and took it out.

The little green snake coiled on the palm of Fahai's palm and with Fahai's black bean eyes facing Danfeng's eyes did not show off its power in the pocket in front at all. It only lowered its head slightly and looked at Fa Hai with black bean eyes.

A very well-behaved and quiet appearance.

Even the tip of the tail, which was still flamboyant in front, meekly formed a small circle on Fahai's palm.

Snake doesn't know what happened in front of the pocket.

Fortunately, Fahai didn't do anything, just put him on the table.

"Don't run around here." He whispered to this well-behaved little snake.

Then I got the innocent eyes of the little snake.

"Master Fahai..."

There was a weak but earnest call.

It was only then that Xue Qing noticed that there was Ning Wuyang behind Fahai.

It turned out that when he was in the dark pocket, the environment outside had already changed.

Now it looks like Fa Hai and Ning Wuyang are alone in the same room.

Seeing the nasty snake on the table was lucky enough to get a little care from Fa Hai, he couldn't restrain his jealousy and already hated snakes, Ning Wuyang stared at the little snake with gloomy eyes that almost dripped ink.

Xue Qing, who couldn't ignore this aggressive line of sight at all: ...

Why is this person so hostile to him? Is it because he can't see Fa Hai saving him?

Xue Qing did not forget that this man not only wanted to arrest him, but also ordered his subordinates to wring his snake's head off.

Although he is afraid of Fahai, it is true that Fahai has not caused any substantial harm to him so far.

Of course, he would never forget that Fa Hai strangled him and pushed him against the wall that night when the night market was lit up, but Fa Hai saved him after all.

Counting what happened today, Fa Hai rescued him twice by mistake.

As a result, he now has complicated feelings for Fa Hai.

Will Fa Hai know that he saved the same little snake?

Or is Fa Hai pursing sentient beings, saving too many creatures every day, and I can’t remember them all?

But he still didn't like the way the man looked at him.

The little snake became ill-intentioned, stretched out its small head, and nimbly touched the lower part of Fahai's waist with its snake kiss.

The little head twisted, and the whole body stuck to it, rubbing against it.

Fa Hai has already been touched by his nasty snake, let's see what he will do.

The little snake ran away after rubbing, and glanced around at Ning Wuyang's expression behind him.

Seeing that Ning Wuyang had a grim expression, he was relieved.

Just as he was about to retract, he felt a slight vibration from Fa Hai's body that was sticking to him.

Fa Hai chuckled lightly.

I don't know if his head was shaken, or because of Fa Hai's low laugh, Xue Qing felt his ears go numb.

The little snake who took the initiative to pick something to do shrank back obediently, looking as quiet as a quail.

"No!" A cry of pain.

Ning Wuyang covered his heart, obviously in extreme pain.

In just a few moments, sweat broke out on his forehead, and the blush on his face that had never faded became heavier. Coupled with his appearance, he looked sickly beautiful.

It is not an exaggeration to praise a sick beauty.

Ning Wuyang grabbed Fa Hai's sleeve robe, "Master Fa Hai...help me."

Then Ning Wuyang began to take off his clothes.

The little snake was shocked to see his movements.

Why do you need to take off your clothes when you have a heartache?

Fa Hai recited the Buddha's gatha, guided Ning Wuyang to sit down, and stopped him from continuing to move when Ning Wuyang still had his underwear left.

"The poor monk came to cast spells for the son to heal his wounds."

Fa Hai and Ning Wuyang kept a close distance, and he lowered his eyes and chanted a mantra.

A ball of golden light slowly condensed in the palm, and then pressed the palm to Ning Wuyang's back.

I don't know if it was because of Fa Hai's mantra, but Xue Qing actually saw black mist rising from Ning Wuyang's body.

Those black mist seemed to be alive, moving in Ning Wuyang's body.

The place where the black mist gathered the most was in his heart and lungs, it was like a mass of dense dark clouds, the kind before a thunderstorm.

The golden mana slowly sank into the joint between Fa Hai's palm and Ning Wuyang.

Xue Qingneng noticed that as the golden light group moved around Ning Wuyang's body, the black mist in Ning Wuyang's body seemed to be very afraid of the golden mana, and fled around under the approach of the golden mana, shrinking to the corner of Ning Wuyang's body.

The black mist that had no time to escape was swallowed up by the golden mana and dissipated.

However, why does this golden light look familiar?

Xue Qing didn't think much about it, he felt that he had seen Fa Hai's mana several times, and it was normal for him to feel familiar now.

I don't know how long this mana transfer lasted, so long that the little green snake was bored playing with the tip of its tail.

Ning Wuyang's sickly face was more relaxed than before, and his frowning brows were also relaxed.

On the other hand, Fahai, because of the long-term transmission of spiritual power, the tired color between his brows became a little thicker, and the color of his lips became lighter.

This change is also extremely small, if Xue Qing was not bored and always stared at it from time to time, maybe he would not have noticed it.

Finally, when Xue Qing rolled the tip of his tail into various shapes 1 times, the treatment here was completed.

As soon as Fa Hai withdrew his mana, Ning Wuyang tilted and was about to fall down.

He actually fell into a coma.

Fa Hai supported Ning Wuyang with the hand he hadn't withdrawn, and called out: "Come in."

Only then did Xue Qing realize that someone had been guarding the door.

When he saw who was coming in again, the little green snake retracted its head out and rolled itself into a cake to reduce its sense of existence.

After Yu Yi thanked Fa Hai with a salute, he skillfully put on the coat for Ning Wuyang, picked Ning Wuyang up, said goodbye to Fa Hai, and then closed the door and left.

The house returned to silence.

So quiet that Xue Qing could feel Fa Hai's shallow breathing in front of him.

He saw Fa Hai leaning on the wooden table, rubbing the frown marks between his brows with his slender fingertips.

The cinnabar mole on the forehead was as bright red as blood and caught the eye.

Xue Qing's eyes slid over Fa Hai's straight nose bridge, and over his slightly lighter lips.

The normally calm phoenix eyes were closed, showing a bit of the sternness in the phoenix eyes themselves.

This look of drooping eyes and frowning, because of his own superior appearance, on the contrary, has more indescribable meanings.

The monk's appearance, if placed in modern times, must be the kind that can be popular in half the sky just by his face.

I don't know, what will Fa Hai look like after he has hair?

Just as Xue Qing was thinking, he suddenly felt a gaze fall on him.

The little snake raised its head, and found that Fa Hai had somehow opened those phoenix eyes, and was looking at the little green snake still wrapped in snake cakes.

"But enough?" he said.