I have been assisting these years

Wen Xuanqing swore that he saw his second senior sister Qi Wujin roll her eyes the moment she heard the senior sister's voice.

He is not very old, his figure is not tall yet, and the outline of his face has not yet reached the point of sharp edges and corners, but his brain is not stupid, and he can feel that the relationship between the two senior sisters of Yuemen seems to be not very good.

But why do you say such things when the relationship is not good?

It seemed that the same reason was applied to himself, and he didn't feel that his relationship with the second senior sister was so good. In the end, he could only purse his lips, and turned his head to call out to Feng Changyu who was sitting in the wheelchair.

Feng Changyu was not very far away in Qi Jin's yard, but the pear blossoms in the yard were in full bloom, blocking her.

And Shuzheng, the maid Qi Jin brought over from Jingyu Island, stood behind Feng Changyu and looked at Qi Jin nervously.

It is estimated that Feng Changyu was introduced by her, but I don't know how long it has been here.

Qi Jin sighed, and stopped embarrassing the junior brother in front of him, turned around and said to Feng Changyu, "Why is senior sister here?"

She took two steps forward, only to find that Feng Changyu was under a pear tree. She pushed the weight of the wheelchair, and it was so heavy that she couldn't figure out what went wrong with Feng Changyu's retreat. Will want to sit on that thing.

Can't even stand up?

What's the point of saying that a person who cultivates the Tao can't even stand up.

Besides, the master is so kind to her, he has a share of all the treasures of heaven and earth, Feng Changyu, and if her legs are not good, she will always find a panacea to cure her.

The most important thing is that she is not exhausted, she can control this heavy wheelchair by herself, why does she have to be pushed by others.

"I'm here to pick up Junior Sister."

Feng Changyu covered half of her face, her eyebrows and eyes were raised, and the fine pearls on her forehead were sticking to her skin, like a cluster of fire between her brows, which made her seem to have faded a lot because of the robe and the surrounding pear trees. Added some red.

It became brighter again.

"Thank you, senior sister," Qi Jin stretched out his hand to pull up Wen Xuanqing who was pretending to be dead, "I'll just let my junior brother take me there."

Her tone is still the same, a bit girlish and charming, just right, making people feel lively without feeling bored.

"Junior brother is just getting started, so he can't even recognize the way."

Feng Changyu looked at Wen Xuanqing, the young man hummed submissively, he really didn't dare to look at Feng Changyu.

He is actually more afraid of Feng Changyu than Qi Jin.

Even though his favorability towards Feng Changyu is higher than that of Qi Jin, he still feels that Feng Changyu's danger makes him involuntarily want to run away.

He still clearly remembers that when he was a prototype, he was pulled by a force before he rushed to the door of Feng Changyu's room.

The eyes of the woman in the room were emerald green, and he couldn't help shivering when he looked over.

The next moment came the sound of footsteps outside, but her killing intent disappeared, she bent down to hug him, her cold palms covered his fur, making him shiver uncontrollably.

But the tone was very gentle, "Where is the rabbit..."

Even though the eyes she looked at now were as gentle as when she spoke to him back then, Wen Xuanqing still subconsciously looked away, not wanting to meet him.

Those green eyes were so deep that he couldn't help but guess.

But where is Yuqing Que, and people who practice Taoism may be the reason why Feng Changyu said later.

Qi Jin misunderstood Feng Changyu's eyes, and scolded Wen Xuanqing with gritted teeth.

What kind of law is this, a look can tell the meaning?Is the hero and heroine locked up like this or what?

Men are shit!

She took a deep breath and suppressed a smile, "I don't know, I'm taking it with me, it's okay, senior sister has a lot of things to do every day, and the master has always said not to disturb, so don't bother."

Qi Jin glanced at Shuzheng, Shuzheng was much older than her, and had been taking care of Qi Jin's daily life, but being stared at by Qi Jin, she bowed her head and dared not speak.

But Qi Jin didn't blame her, no one in Yuemen dared to disrespect Feng Changyu.

She wept in her heart, living under the fence, it was so miserable.

"No trouble, my junior sister and I are not very familiar with each other. We will live together in the future. It would be good to get to know each other as soon as possible."

Feng Changyu has always had two voices in her heart since she was a child, and they can always influence her decision at critical moments.

She believes in her own perception, and always feels that there is something waiting for her to do, but along the way, some people and things are like variables, and another voice in her heart will clamor that it shouldn't be like this.

The two voices fight each other, sometimes uncontrollably.

For example, when I saw the half-demon Wen Xuanqing.

For example when seeing Qi Jin.

This person should not exist.

why?

But no one could answer her.

Qi Jin suddenly felt that Feng Changyu was thick-skinned, but what the other party said was quite sincere, but she was very worried.

There's no reason to be scared.

Everything is wrong and everything is messed up.

"What do you think?"

She patted the young man who lowered his head.

Wen Xuanqing was startled, and looked blankly at the two senior sisters who were standing several feet apart.

One is sitting and the other is standing. The pear blossoms in the middle seem to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, far away.

"I listen to my sister."

bullshit.

Qi Jin asked impatiently, "Which senior sister?"

Wen Xuanqing raised his eyes to look at Feng Changyu like a little daughter-in-law, then lowered his head, and whispered, "Elder Sister."

"I can't hear you clearly, please say it earlier."

"I listen to the elder sister."

"Who?"

"Elder Sister."

"Can you say that again."

Qi Jin's voice was obviously gnashing his teeth, and Wen Xuanqing was not stupid, so of course he could hear it.

He said sorry in his heart, although the eldest sister is good-looking, she is very scary.

Although Second Senior Sister likes to eat rabbit meat, she is not scary.

He had a deep memory of the aura emanating from the green-eyed woman back then, and he had a deep-rooted fear, wishing he could rush out the door.

and so--

"Elder Sister! I listen to Elder Sister!"

Qi Jin is so desperate.

[Qi Jin: System, adjust Wen Xuanqing's favorability panel. 】

Everyone she set up later had their names on top of their heads, but now she was a little surprised when the manual adjustment was turned on.

[Qi Jin: Why does Wen Xuanqing have the same affection for Feng Changyu as he does for me, and why is he still on the other side? 】

[System: I don't know, I'm not human. 】

【Qi Jin:...】

A needle in the sea of ​​a man's heart.

But why are you so obedient.

She had no choice but to reach out and pat Wen Xuanqing.

She used a little bit of skill in this palm, and Wen Xuanqing, a novice mortal who can't do a fart, was photographed by Feng Changyu.

Feng Changyu groaned, stretched out his hand to hold the poor little junior brother, and said to Qi Jin, "Junior sister has such a big temper."

Qi Jin: "Yes."

Angrily walked into the house.

The maid Shuzheng glanced at Feng Changyu who was obviously still smiling, turned around and chased after him.

Wen Xuanqing and Feng Changyu were left outside.

Wen Xuanqing still didn't dare to look at Feng Changyu, he always felt that Feng Changyu was scary even if he was smiling.

"Are you afraid of me?"

Feng Changyu asked.

When she said this, she didn't look at the young man standing beside her, but stared at the pear tree in front of her in a daze.

Her residence is called Yiting Misty Rain, which is full of cherry trees.

Falling flowers in four seasons, the color is beautiful, a bit like the inherent color of the place where she was born.

Leng Qiuzi didn't care about her daily life either. They were masters and apprentices, benefactors and benefactors, and other things.

In practice, Leng Qiuzi is obedient to her, and there should be no better master in the world than her.

But in other respects, Leng Qiuzi didn't know how to pour out any emotion, it seemed that her emotion seemed to have been used up, and now all that was left was to eliminate the eagerness of the demons and ghosts.

Wen Xuanqing didn't know how to answer this question, so he secretly glanced at the woman beside him.

What was the face under the veil he did not know.

But there is no doubt about the beauty. Although he grew up in the outskirts of Shengjing, the people of Shengjing are open and there is no curfew. There will be grand celebrations every month.

Hua Kui paraded the streets, and the smell of women's makeup spread in the streets. Above the heads were the luxurious lanterns that the lantern merchants tried to attract the rich and powerful, and they came in all shapes.

He once saw the most famous oiran in Shengjing Flower Street up close.

The woman's head is covered with fine ornaments, jewels, emeralds, gold and silver, which do not make people feel tacky. Sitting on the sedan chair, she proudly accepts the gazes of passers-by.

He just happened to see it when he was shopping with Yuling when he was young, but he remembered it till now.

Feng Changyu has the feeling of that oiran.

Not the appearance, but the...feeling at a glance.

There are many things that are difficult to describe. Wen Xuanqing thought for no reason that his mother, who had been dead for many years, was also from that place, but later she redeemed herself by herself and fell in love with an ordinary man.

Unexpectedly, she gave birth to a half-demon son.

The man disappeared a month before the baby was born.

Wen Xuanqing also lost his mother a few years later.

No one will comfort him when he suddenly changes back to his original form.

He didn't tell anyone that he was a half-demon, hiding in Tibet and avoiding monks.

"Your bloodline is purer than that of ordinary half-goblins." Wen Xuanqing didn't reply, but Feng Changyu continued, "Master has put a restriction on you, and you won't change back every month for a hundred years."

"why would……"

"Because I want to.

Before Wen Xuanqing finished asking, Feng Changyu seemed to know.

She turned her head and looked at the young man, "You are very similar to me, but you are luckier than me."

Wen Xuanqing heard from inner disciples that Feng Changyu had been in the sect for hundreds of years.

If the [-]-year life of a cultivator is calculated by ordinary people, he is still a young man.

But Feng Changyu seemed to have lived for a thousand years. He was a little more lively when facing Qi Jin, but now it seemed that his anger had been exhausted, like a flower that had withered for a long time.

"I?"

The voice of the young man was still that of a male duck, "But here are all..."

"It's nothing," Feng Changyu interrupted him, "Don't you yearn for a long life? Cultivate, compete, go out and make a living."

"miss you!"

"Then don't think so much, just stay."

Feng Changyu turned his head to look at Wen Xuanqing.

Wen Xuanqing's round eyes, the edges and corners of his face didn't stand out, but they were clean, not at all like those fang-toothed monsters that Feng Changyu had seen.

Instead, let me see how far you can go after the fate is changed.

The fragmentary fragments of her childhood could not piece together a complete story, but it made her understand another possibility of fate.

She did the opposite, and she didn't know if the final result would be the same.

As for variables.

Feng Changyu listened to the crackling sound coming from inside, as well as the roar of "dead pig" and the snoring of pigs.

interesting.

……

Not long after, Qi Jin came out with her pig cage and fed her.

In the end, it turned into Wen Xuanqing carrying the pig cage, followed by inner disciples helping to carry the boxes.

Cultivating the Tao doesn't seem to be able to use spells and skills for everything.

Wen Xuanqing was carrying the pig cage, and couldn't help but glance at the black pig inside.

The black pig was wearing a red dress, even a hat, and red socks on his hooves.

He pursed his lips, trying to hold back a smile.

Qi Jin, who stood beside him and pushed Chang Yu's wheelchair, turned his head, "What are you laughing at?"

Wen Xuanqing: "No...no."

Pig snorted.

"Don't laugh either."

Wen Xuanqing couldn't help taking a glance, and finally met the eyes of this pig named Awang.

pitch black.

Infiltrate.

very scary.

Wen Xuanqing's heart trembled.

Today I also feel that Yu Qingque is very abnormal.

The author has something to say: I feel that the younger brother is a bit miserable, why is he so fat.