Marrying a sick dragon

This golden headband stayed in the tailor workshop for too long, Yun Zimo once thought that this headband he inherited from the previous shop owner would not be sold at all, and would eventually become the treasure of the "town shop".

The reason is naturally not only because of the color, the most important thing is that its high price does not match the purpose.

Fu Mingxu watched for a full quarter of an hour, and finally understood the reason why Yun Zimo was so eager to make a move but hesitated to speak.

The hairband is a hairband made of exquisite materials, but the strange thing is that apart from the dazzling color, this hairband really has nothing to attract monks.

There is no offensive or defensive magic circle on it. To put it bluntly, this is a hair tie that can only be used to tie hair.

I am afraid that apart from him, no monk would spend a lot of money to buy this "fancy but not useful" headband.

"It's because of the fate that the fairy head took a fancy to this hairband." Yun Zimo showed a painful expression on his face, "If you buy it, I will give you a [-]% discount."

Fu Mingxu took a look at his performance and hooked the hairband with his thin white fingers. The pure golden color made his fingertips turn whiter and whiter, like a touch of a bright moon.

"How many spirit stones?" He didn't agree directly, but asked the price politely.

"This headband is made of the most expensive silk yarn, and the golden color is forged from mica gold stones. I dare say that it is unique in the entire Cangling Continent." After saying this, Yunzi silently looked at him. With a glance, a number was reported: "100 yuan middle-grade spirit stone."

so expensive?

Even though Fu Mingxu had expected it, he never expected him to open his mouth so aggressively.

Is this any different from stealing money?For a moment, he felt that the gold color of the headband was not so pure anymore.

Perhaps, he should pick something else.

"Forget it." Fu Mingxu said lightly, and put the hair tie back casually, with a smile in his eyes, "It seems that I have nothing to do with this hair tie."

Yun Zimo was taken aback when he heard the words, obviously he didn't expect him to say no to it.

However, just as Fu Mingxu turned to leave, Yun Zimo called to him again: "Immortal Elder, wait a minute."

Fu Mingxu turned his head in time and looked at him leisurely.

Facing such a face, Yun Zimo's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly opened his mouth after facing the black corner of the door: "I misread the price just now, this hairband is actually only worth ten middle-grade spirit stones. "

Ten middle-grade spirit stones?Did he encounter a big discount on the spot?

Fu Mingxu thought he heard it wrong, and asked in surprise, "Are you kidding me?"

Yun Zimo smiled wryly in his heart, he didn't dare to tease this one, it's just that he just received a voice transmission from the Lord Han outside.

Although he didn't know why the hidden aura from outside didn't come in, he could only put on a sullen face and try to answer in the calmest tone: "Of course not, I was indeed wrong just now."

Fu Mingxu stared into his eyes for a while, only to feel guilty for a while.

"Do you want more?" Yun Zimo's back was covered with sweat, his voice was a little uneasy, "If you don't want it..."

He didn't know what to do if he didn't want it, and he didn't know that this unsold hair tie would become a hot potato.

Outside the tailor shop, Han Tao silently clenched his fists, looking more nervous than Yun Zimo inside.

Fu Mingxu felt that the shopkeeper was really strange, and he was surprised by the sudden drop in price of hair bands. He wanted to refuse at first, but seeing the anxious look of the shopkeeper, he became interested again.

"Then give it to me." He couldn't hold back his joy, and pinched the golden headband again, "Are you sure it's ten middle-grade spirit stones? You won't suddenly increase the price again, will you?"

Yun Zimo only felt that this was the most difficult business deal he had ever done, helplessness flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly said: "Of course not, the immortal head will just give me ten middle-grade spirit stones."

For the rest, City Lord Han said he would replenish himself.Although he didn't know why Lord Han didn't come out to pay his partner in person, but did it in such a sneaky way.

Fu Mingxu took out the ten medium-grade spirit stones very quickly. He folded the hair bands and put them directly in his arms instead of putting them in the storage bag.

After he left the tailor shop, Yun Zimo secretly wiped his sweat.He watched Fu Mingxu go away, and when he looked back, the 90 yuan middle-grade spirit stones had been neatly placed on the counter.

"Could this be a little love between Taoist couples?" Yun Zimo couldn't help but sigh after collecting the Lingshi, "I don't understand."

Fortunately, this hair tie that had been in the store for a long time was finally asked for. Thinking of this, he hummed a ditty again and waited for the arrival of the next customer.

When Fu Mingxu returned to the small courtyard, he found that Han Tao, who was resting in the wing room, had gone somewhere.

He didn't go out to look for it, but walked on the stone bench under the spirit peach tree, resting his chin on one hand, and took out the golden hair band from his pocket with the other hand, and played with it between his two fingers.

Most of the peach blossoms on the spirit peach tree have fallen, and only a few scattered flowers are still scattered with petals.

A few peach petals fell on Mo's hair, Fu Mingxu didn't care, only thinking about the hairband in his heart.

Aside from the strange change in price, he actually bought it impulsively when he bought it just now. Now when he was alone and calmed down to think about it, he remembered an important question.

Okay, why would he send a hair to Han Tao?

What kind of reason should I use?

Hairbands are relatively personal items, and Fu Mingxu also knows that there are many human races who give away hairbands to express their goodwill.

Do you like it?For some reason, he suddenly felt his ears warm up.

"Forget it, don't think about it!" Fu Mingxu rubbed his head, crumpled the hairband in his hands and stuffed it into his arms, "Let's talk about it later."

Anyway, Han Tao didn't know that he bought a headband, so he didn't have to worry about it.

The faint fragrance of peach blossoms lingered on the tip of his nose. Seeing the twilight fading, Fu Mingxu stood up and stretched.

It's just that for some reason, his message fell like a rock and fell into the sea, and he never got a response.

The coolness came with the twilight, Fu Mingxu gathered up his clothes casually, and just thought about going back to the wing room to meditate and practice, when he saw the courtyard door was pushed open from the outside.

There are restrictions in the small courtyard, and only Han Tao and himself can open the courtyard door.

He stopped and looked up, and when the sound of "Zhi Ya" sounded, a tall and straight figure appeared in front of him.

Fu Mingxu paused slightly with his hands clasping the front of his clothes, feeling a little nervous inexplicably: "You're back."

He took advantage of the situation and pressed his chest, and he was slightly relieved to make sure that the hair tie in his arms didn't fall out, and asked under cover: "Where did you go?"

He was taken aback when he finished asking, and suddenly felt that he had a sense of déjà vu that he was secretly doing something bad.

Han Tao walked quickly, and stood in front of him within a few steps: "The effect of the medicine is absorbed very quickly. Seeing that you are not here, I will go out to find you."

The cool breeze was slightly intoxicating, and for a moment, Fu Mingxu raised his head and met those golden eyes. He couldn't help but think of the hairband in his arms, as if guilty of guilt: "Oh, I took the Demon Origin Pill to Shen Ange."

The two were so close that Han Tao could see the hair on the top of his head when he lowered his eyes.

"It's been so long?" The deep voice came to mind, with a sense of urgency inexplicably.

Fu Mingxu replied submissively: "Oh, when you're bored, just go shopping and buy something."

Twilight had already fallen, and when he looked up, he couldn't see the expression on Han Tao's face clearly, so he had to turn his head slightly not to look at him.

A faint sense of disappointment flashed through Han Tao's heart, but he still couldn't help asking: "What did you buy?"

The two were too close, and the aggressive aura came down their heads, causing Fu Mingxu to take a step back instinctively, and only then dared to take a big breath by slightly opening the distance between the two.

"Some gadgets." He really wanted to take out the golden headband, but felt that the teacher was unknown. "It's just a few vestments."

At this time, he was glad again that Han Tao didn't know about the hair tie.

Han Tao's eyes were heavy, his hands hanging by his sides suddenly tightened, he suppressed the words he wanted to ask in his throat, and said in a low voice, "En."

A simple tone, Fu Mingxu somehow felt disappointed.

His heart was beating again and again, the word "hairband" slid between his lips and teeth, and he was bitten again. The fingers in his sleeve pinched his palm, which stabilized the excessively fast heartbeat.

"Go and rest." Han Tao knew that it was impossible to get the expected result today, so he didn't dare to push him too hard, he could only hide the emotion in his eyes.

Fu Mingxu raised his head, but couldn't discern the expression on his face, so he could only reply hastily: "Okay, you should rest too."

When he lifted his foot and passed the opponent's side, there was a moment of regret, and even his breathing became a little messy, and he didn't know how he retracted into the quilt when he finally returned to the wing.

"What's wrong with me?" He turned over holding the quilt, couldn't help but hammered his forehead, "It's just a hair tie, what am I afraid of?"

In fact, he wanted to give the hair tie to Han Tao.

But he couldn't open his mouth anyway, as if something terrible would happen if he did so.

"Ah!!" He roared to himself in his heart, and then the frustration flooded his body, and finally he bit the corner of the quilt and muttered, "I'm really useless."

He still wanted to sigh twice, but when he heard the sound of the wing room closing, he was so frightened that he quickly closed his eyes, as if falling asleep.

Outside the white gauze, Han Tao stared at the raised figure for a long time.

..

For three consecutive days, Fu Mingxu felt that the atmosphere between him and Han Tao was a bit strange.

This strangeness is specifically manifested in that although the other party still brings him all kinds of delicious food in the food box engraved with the magic circle, the time spent talking with him is less each time, and there is always a kind of vague look in the eyes that look at him. There seems to be no resentment.

Fu Mingxu couldn't figure out the reason for this strange change, and even felt a little depressed.

"What's wrong with you?" He couldn't help asking on the third day, "Why do you feel a little weird recently? Is there any discomfort in the Dragon Soul?"

Han Tao's movement to pack the food box was slightly delayed, but his face was still calm: "No, I'm fine."

This sentence directly blocked what Fu Mingxu wanted to ask next, and a strange silence fell between the two of them.

Fortunately, the shaking of the messenger talisman broke the silence, he lowered his eyes and took out the messenger talisman, and Shen Ange's voice could be heard clearly from inside.

"Ming Xu, come quickly." She spoke in a hurry, and there were some noises of other people's voices in it.

The silence dissipated in an instant, and Fu Mingxu lowered his head and asked, "What's the matter?"

Shen Ange's tone over there was urgent: "Fu Shanqing, he said he knew about your father."

Fu Mingxu was startled in vain, he couldn't care less about other things, he stood up abruptly: "Okay, I'll go over now!"

His movements were too fast, Rao Hantao didn't even have time to react, he saw him running out of the wing like a gust of wind, and the next step would be to open the courtyard door and rush out.

The food box was thrown into the storage bag, and the moment before the wing was about to be closed with the wind, Han Tao's figure flashed and appeared beside him.

Fu Mingxu only felt his wrist tighten, and the palm clasped on his wrist was hot and strong. He instinctively struggled twice, tilted his head and said, "Let go of me, I have something urgent."

"I'll take you there." Han Tao didn't let go, his eyes lowered to meet his black eyes, "Stand still."

The rough palms brought some peace of mind. Fu Mingxu, who understood, did not refuse. The moment he agreed, his waist tightened, and then there was the whistling wind in his ears. When his feet fell to the ground again, the two had already appeared. At the entrance of Shen Ange's shop.

"Mingxu!" Shen Ange saw someone coming, and the anxious expression on Qingli's face eased slightly, "Follow me quickly."

Fu Mingxu remembered what she said just now, before he had time to ask, he could only quickly follow her pace, even forgetting to take his wrist away while it was still in someone else's hand.

Shen Ange led them into the inner hall, Ah Shu, who had woken up earlier, leaned on the door rail, saw a few people approaching, her eyes silently rested on the touching wrists of the two, she smiled and stepped back a few steps.

As soon as she left, the half-closed door opened completely, revealing the situation inside.

Since the end of the trip to the secret realm, this was the first time Fu Mingxu saw Fu Shanqing. Even if he was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but be taken aback by the sight in front of him.

However, in a short period of time, half of the hair of the proud son of the family turned gray, and he was leaning against the bed in a sluggish, emaciated figure.

With a quick glance, Fu Mingxu saw that his legs from below the knees disappeared.

Even though there were life and death festivals in the secret realm, after seeing his current miserable state, he couldn't be happy.

Sensing that someone was coming, Fu Shanqing, who closed his eyes tightly, opened his lifeless eyes, and his eyes fell on Fu Mingxu.

The other party was wearing a green shirt, his figure was like a tall and straight green bamboo, and his demeanor was even more handsome and eye-catching than before.

"Do you have any news about my father?" Fu Mingxu still remembered that he wanted to kill himself in the secret realm. He didn't care about him, but he didn't gloat or sneer. He asked straightforwardly, "What do you want?"

He didn't think that Fu Shanqing was simply sending him news.

Fu Shanqing supported his body with his hands, as if it would save himself some face.But he realized the fact that he couldn't stand up, and hatred appeared in his eyes.

"You help me kill Fu Haoren and turn him into ashes, I'll tell you!"

It seems that there is already a deep hatred between him and Fu Haoren.

Seeing that he was silent, Fu Shanqing took a special look at Han Tao, and his voice seemed poisoned: "With City Lord Han here, isn't it easier to crush Fu Haoren to death than to crush an ant?"

He thought that Fu Mingxu wanted to preserve a kind image in front of Han Tao, so he rearranged his words: "Master Han, don't you want to help your partner find his father?"

Han Tao looked at Fu Mingxu, obviously asking for his opinion.

Seeing this, Fu Shanqing was overjoyed, but there was also a hint of jealousy in his heart.

Today, he finally remembered that this marriage that Fu Mingxu was happy about was originally his own in the first place.

If he had...

Fu Shanqing lowered his eyelids, covering the look in his eyes.

He thought it was a very simple matter, after all, he did hold a bargaining chip in his hand that could threaten Fu Mingxu, and according to his plan, Fu Haoren's untimely death was just a reward for showing a corner of this bargaining chip.

Unexpectedly, Fu Mingxu shook his head: "I won't help you kill someone."

"Neither will he."

He stared at Fu Shanqing for a few breaths, his eyes fell on the other's amputated knees, and after a moment of silence he said, "But I can regenerate your severed limbs."

Fu Shanqing didn't expect him to speak so resolutely. Looking into Fu Mingxu's clear eyes, he knew that he would never give him a chance to bargain.

"Rebirth from broken limbs? Unless you let me jump to the Nascent Soul stage." Fu Shanqing's voice was very dry, and he thought he was talking about himself, "It's up to you?"

Faced with his question, Fu Mingxu was not angry, but nodded affirmatively: "Yes, it's up to me. But it's not for you to jump to the Nascent Soul Stage, even if I have this ability, you don't have the ability to enter the Nascent Soul Stage ability."

Fu Shanqing froze on the spot, he was just arguing about something, but accidentally caught a glimpse of Han Tao's eyes looking over.

The golden eyes were bright, and a fierce light appeared inside, carrying a strong warning.

Seeing this icy glance, his hairs stood on end, he shivered uncontrollably, and his mind instantly cleared up.

Fu Mingxu has always known that his father should have gone to Wuwang Island, but he has been inquiring about it, but he has never heard any news about this island.

Since Fu Shanqing left the Fu family and went to Tianxuanzong, he could only practice in the surrounding area, so he speculated that the news about his father said by the other party should have been learned from the Fu family in the first place.

In other words, his father's whereabouts, what the current head of the Fu family, Fu Shoude, should know.

"Do you know Wuwang Island?" He tentatively said these three words, and sure enough, he saw Fu Shanqing's eyebrows twitch, and he understood immediately, "Tell me what you know, and I will help you regenerate your limbs."

Shen Ange had pulled away Ah Shu, who was watching the fun, Han Tao stood beside Fu Mingxu and looked at Fu Shanqing coldly, showing no sympathy for his current miserable situation.

Fu Shanqing finally realized that Fu Mingxu was not as weak and deceitful as he imagined.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, except for the fact that they "tricked" Fu Mingxu in the matter of the wedding, when they were in the Fu family, no one could really bully the other party.

And judging from the present, this joy is not a pitfall for him.

Looking at the figures of the two standing side by side, he felt as if a huge stone was sinking in his heart, almost tearing his heart down.

At this moment, Fu Shanqing suddenly "woke up".

Fu Mingxu took two steps forward and looked down at him: "Since you came to me, you must have something to gain besides seeking temporary shelter."

"That's all I can give you."

"Of course, if you don't want to, I don't mind searching for souls."

"What do you think?"

As soon as he said this, Fu Shanqing was struck by lightning.

And Han Tao stood next to him again, and said coldly: "I'll do it."

After finishing speaking, he actually raised his foot and approached Fu Shanqing.

His face was calm, and he looked at Fu Shanqing with a cold and ruthless gaze, as if as long as Fu Mingxu gave an order, he would disturb the other party's sea of ​​consciousness.

Fu Shanqing was terrified, his face turned pale immediately, and even his lips trembled.

"No rush." ​​Fu Mingxu quickly grabbed him, and said with a sullen face, "Let him think it through himself."

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for Fu Shanqing's answer, but directly pulled Han Tao out.

After he got out of the room, he couldn't help but patted his chest, and looked up at him in the next breath: "You really want to search for the soul? Don't you know that this method is too vicious, and once it is implemented, it will be full of evil?"

Before Han Tao could answer, he continued, "I'm telling you, even if there is a mysterious mirror of heaven and earth to temporarily cover up the secrets for you, it won't work!"

They are not the original Fengyou, nor can they become the original Fengyou.

Han Tao's gaze fell on the hands they were clasping, and after a few breaths of silence, he said, "You don't need to do it."

"You!" Fu Mingxu was almost thrown down by his words, and said angrily, "I don't need your help."

His mood fluctuated a bit, and he didn't even let go of Han Tao's hand.

Naturally, Han Tao would not remind him of this matter, he looked at him steadily, and after a few breaths, he curled his lips and said: "I know, you are scaring him, right?"

Fu Mingxu's eyes widened, and his tone was surprised: "So, you just wanted to cooperate with me?"

When he saw the other party nodding in acknowledgment, the corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

After working on it for a long time, it turned out that I was worrying indiscriminately by myself.

The "argument" between the two stopped here under Han Tao's explanation. Fu Mingxu wanted to dig out some elixir from the storage bag. After moving his fingertips, he realized that his hand was still held by him. palm.

When he moved slightly, he could clearly feel the rough and thin calluses rubbing against the back of his hand, causing slight tremors on his skin.

By the way, it was La Hantao who came out of him just now out of desperation.

The two stood outside the door, Han Tao's figure blocked the view of the people in the room who could spy on them.

Fu Shanqing leaned against the bed guard, from his angle, he could only see Han Tao's tall back, and the corner of his green shirt that seemed to be in his arms.

The scorching heat felt on the back of the hand made one's heart palpitate, and the thought of being seen by others at any time made Fu Mingxu flustered inexplicably.

When he looked down, he could see the hands of the two clasped, like a pair of inseparable lovers.

"Let go." He said in a low voice, with a touch of enthusiasm pouring into his ears, "Fu Shanqing must have thought about it, I'll ask."

Footsteps sounded from not far away, and someone must have appeared in a short while.

But Han Tao didn't let go as he said, and his voice was low: "It hasn't been half an hour since he came out, do you really think he has considered it?"

The random excuse was exposed, Fu Mingxu's face became hot, and he still reminded him: "Then let go."

Seeing his urgency, Han Tao didn't panic in the slightest, and used his free hand to brush away the broken hair that fell on his forehead, and gave a soft "hmm".

The rough fingertips accidentally touched the smooth forehead, adding a bit of reluctance when he left.

The author says:

Han Tao: I bought everything and asked my wife to give it to me as soon as possible.

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!