Xiao thinks everyone in this seat must die

Lin Xingye was born in an aristocratic family, and he has been self-disciplined since he was a child. He has a natural aura of nobility in him.

Therefore, no matter how sharp he is like a sword, it can't cover up the reserved manners he has cultivated in his bones.

He would even take the trouble to dry his hair with spiritual power when he came out to meet his old enemy and get a mimosa, let alone tidy up his clothes in front of others.

Ning Sui saw this cold senior brother with no expression on his face, moving his slender fingers to the front of the skirt, and very elegantly and very quickly adjusted the slightly loose skirt just now, without any panic or shy Xiaojiabiyu in the whole process.

His hands didn't seem to be arranging the skirts of his clothes, but instead seemed to be caressing the butterflies. Ning Sui didn't want to look at them, and he couldn't move his eyes away. He thought to himself that he was crazy and out of place. Cao: "Brother, here we are."

Lin Xingye looked at the pot of mimosa, it was small and weak, the leaves were dark green at the base, mixed with tender green leaf tips, and there were a few small lavender flowers, which were extraordinarily lively.

He reached out to pick up the mimosa, his fingers almost touched Ning Sui's.

[Spring onion jade finger, like cutting like a carving] Ning Sui couldn't control his heart palpitations at all, and thought of this sentence involuntarily.

Lin Xingye heard it just in time, paused with his fingertips, slightly raised his cold eyes that originally admired the leaves of grass, and looked directly at Ning Sui.

Ning Sui didn't know why Lin Xingye stopped suddenly. Although he was thinking a little out of line, he was a traditional and upright person, and it was impossible for him to act abruptly. Lin Xingye said with concern: "Senior brother, there is something wrong with this grass ?”

Of course not, Lin Xingye thought coldly, how could his hand holding the sword be described as soft like a woman's green fingers, even if Ning Sui worshiped his appearance, he couldn't imagine it like that.

Lin Xingye's face was cold, anger was growing in his heart, he withdrew his hand, and his voice was like falling snow: "This grass is not to my liking, I don't want it."

Ning Sui didn't know what happened at all, he really wanted Lin Xingye to accept this pot of mimosa, "Senior brother, what doesn't suit you?"

Whether it is the appearance of the leaves or the freshness of the stamens, this pot of mimosa is just right.

Lin Xingyeguang couldn't fault the mimosa from its appearance.However, he is used to being a superior person, besides swordsmanship, he is best at giving orders, and he is very good at picking stabs.

He thought of Meng Lang's words in Ning Sui Shicai's heart, but it was exactly the same as the shameless mimosa before.

Lin Xingye was a man of action. He didn't like to waste time explaining, so he raised his hand and touched the mimosa in the basin.

Logically speaking, the name of the mimosa is shy, so the leaves should be curled up to avoid Lin Xingye's fingers, but now this pot of mimosa not only does not hide, but spreads the leaves widely, and waits until it hugs Lin Xingye's fingers. , Roll it up hard, and don't let it go.

Lin Xingye's complexion was even worse, he only felt that the object resembled the protagonist, and Ning Sui's mimosa was as shameless as himself.One bullied him and the other pestered him.

Lin Xingye looked up at Ning Sui: "Now you know why I don't want this grass? Since I want mimosa, I really need a shy grass. I absolutely despise its active behavior."

Lin Xingye's white fingers were wrapped with a branch of fresh green. Ning Sui knew that his senior brother was not easy to mess with. Seeing that he was obviously cold, but quietly let the mimosa next to him, as if he was cold on the outside and soft on the inside, Ning Sui There was a throbbing in his heart, he was inexplicably jealous of the grass, but also attracted by the beautiful scenery.

But as soon as he heard Lin Xingye say that he didn't look down on active actions, his heart turned cold, and he quickly broke out of the hazy abyss, saying seriously: "Sorry, senior brother, this grass may have undergone some mutations due to receiving spiritual energy. Senior brother doesn’t like it, so I’ll change it next time.”

"Fair." Lin Xingye said.He greatly benefited from Ning Sui's apology at this time, and when he was about to withdraw his finger, he found that the mimosa would not let go no matter what.

Lin Xingye's peach-blossom eyes were slightly lowered, and he looked at Mimosa coldly, and the sword aura around him seemed to have substance.If this grass was a person, he would have run away in horror, but it is just a grass, not only did not hide, but shamelessly hugged him even tighter.

Ning Sui saw them confronting each other one by one, and felt that this senior brother was really cute. He was obviously a brave and skilled swordsman, but he was not afraid of him even by grass.

Lin Xingye was so proud. In his previous life, when he was the most brilliant, even the annoying Ning Sui didn't dare to provoke him too much. He was already irritated by this blind grass, and he stroked the blue sky sword with one hand.

Seeing this, Ning Sui said, "Brother, let me explain it for you."

He really wanted to help purely, without any distractions, but he was not good at words, so he could only say: "The mimosa is not spiritually enlightened, and it doesn't understand human nature, but if it hurts its life with a sword, it would be too pitiful. "

And what if the sword energy hurts you...

Hearing this, Lin Xingye was extremely harsh, and couldn't help but stabbed: "Junior Brother Ning has a 'kind heart', do you also want me to be kind?" He really wanted to cut this grass, but he was too lazy to break through his demons after cutting it, so he Following Ning Sui's words, "If you can't untie it, the fate of this grass will be on your head."

Ning Sui replied: "Yes."

He took a deep breath, approached Lin Xingye cautiously, and gently moved the leaves of the mimosa.

Lin Xingye considers himself a villain, but he really doesn't think what happened to Ning Sui's words just now, so he pretended to be angry, and stretched out his slender fingers directly in front of Ning Sui's eyes, "Pull the leaves away, besides, less touch me."

Ning Sui naturally should be, Lin Xingye looked at Ning Sui who bullied him in the past with some pride, and now served him cautiously.

It feels good to be a senior brother, Ning Sui is so obedient, even if he turns his back on him later, he can still consider leaving him a whole body.

As a result, gradually, he heard a long speech, the scale of which was comparable to molesting:

【His fingers are so beautiful, his hands are like catkins, and his skin is like creamy fat. They don't look like sword repairers' hands at all.And it looks very thin and slippery at first glance, why am I thinking about these?Why are my fingers so hot even through the leaves...]

Lin Xingye swore that he heard not a word wrong, and it was indeed Ning Sui's voice.

But he looked at Ning Sui, Ning Sui was clearly concentrating on removing the leaves of the mimosa, and he didn't seem to be thinking about it at all.

Lin Xingye didn't know if he was overthinking it, but when he really heard these words, his scalp was numb, his teeth were sore, and there was always a strange feeling than being offended, which made him want to kick Ning Sui out.