Nine thousand years old

On the night of returning from the remote town, Cheng Li took Li Siyuan to the hospital to see Cheng Tian, ​​but Ming Li did not follow, but waited outside the ward.

Cheng Tian's condition is not bad, her leg injury is almost healed, and she was very happy to see Li Siyuan, and said with a smile that she looks much more handsome now than before.

Cheng Tian pushed the table on the hospital bed away and sat up, sighing, "You really have changed a lot."

"I was not sensible at that time, and I caused you a lot of trouble."

Li Siyuan responded to Cheng Tian's words with a smile, but looked at her side.

After chatting for more than half an hour, Li Siyuan got up to leave after receiving a call from his little grandma. Cheng Li sent the two of them out of the hospital. The driver of Li's family was already waiting at the door.

After getting in the car, Li Siyuan leaned against Ming Li and whispered: "Brother Ming, I just saw a ghost in Sister Tiantian's ward, did you feel it outside?"

Mingli nodded and said, "I know."

Li Siyuan became anxious: "He won't harm Miss Tiantian, right?"

Ming Li tucked the broken hair from his forehead behind his ears for him, and said in a low voice: "No."

Li Siyuan took a careful breath: "Then why did he follow Sister Tiantian?"

Ming Li's voice was clear, but at this moment his extremely low voice carried a kind of deepness.

"He is the father of that child."

"Father?" Li Siyuan exclaimed, but fortunately the driver was so good that he didn't even give him a look and concentrated on driving.

Therefore, it is not that the father of the mirror does not want their mother and child, but has passed away...

Li Siyuan didn't know what it was like.

Seeing this, Ming Li was about to touch his head, but suddenly felt a scorching heat all over his body.

The blood in his whole body was boiling, and the slight pain spread all over his limbs. He had a faint premonition in his heart, so he simply closed his eyes and leaned aside.

Li Siyuan came back to his senses, and felt that something was wrong with Mingli.

"What's the matter?" He moved closer to Ming Li, saw his cheeks were flushed, frowned and put his hand on his forehead.

The slightly cool hand was like a spring of sweet spring, Ming Li had the urge to turn into his original body and swallow that hand, but reason told him not to act recklessly, absolutely not to hurt the person in front of him.

After a pause of 2 minutes, Ming Li opened his eyes again: "It's okay."

Li Siyuan was still worried: "You seem to have a fever, otherwise let's go to the hospital first."

"Need not."

The restless spiritual power surged wantonly in his body, Ming Li tried his best to suppress it, but he was still uncontrollably irritable.

Li Siyuan looked at Mingli tearing off his collar, and said worriedly, "Go and have a look?"

A trace of black mist flashed in Ming Li's eyes, he closed them before they became golden, frowned and said loudly: "I said no!"

The usual Mingli is always indifferent, either indifferent or gentle, Li Siyuan has never seen him like this, so he can only withdraw his hand in embarrassment, pursing his lips and said: "Then you have something to call me."

The two went home in silence all the way, the driver parked the car at the gate of the villa, Li Siyuan was still worried about Mingli, but he didn't dare to bother him anymore, he took a careful look at him and stepped into the house first.

Ming Li shook his hand empty, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart.

The restlessness in his body gradually disappeared halfway, but looking at the silent Li Siyuan, he didn't know what to say, got out of the car right now, and saw that this person entered the room without saying anything, and began to feel uncomfortable again.

Lord Yan Jun felt that he should apologize.

After all, Yuanyuan only cared about himself, but he failed to control his emotions well.

But when he walked into the living room, Li Siyuan was already gone.

The light in Mingli's eyes dimmed a little.

Yuanyuan must be angry.

Master Yan Jun wanted to find someone, but after hesitating for a while, he sat on the sofa, hugging the small pillow in a daze.

Ming Li stared at the time on the phone seriously, and when 5 minutes came, his eyes lit up, and he got up and wanted to go upstairs.

Five minutes have passed, Yuan Yuan should not be so angry anymore.

And before he got up, he was pushed back by the person behind him.

Li Siyuan had no expression on his face, holding a small medicine box in one hand and a glass of warm water in the other hand and put it in front of him.

"Drink water first, and measure your body temperature after drinking the water." Li Siyuan opened the medicine box while speaking, and put on a serious look as much as possible: "Don't refuse."

Ming Li stared blankly at Li Siyuan, and he blinked before realizing what Li Siyuan was talking about.

So, Yuanyuan is not angry...

Ming Li obediently took a sip of the water, and put away the thermometer according to Li Siyuan's instructions.

It can be seen that Li Siyuan kept a straight face and did not speak anymore, he was a little uncertain again.

"Yuanyuan?"

"En?" Li Siyuan was turning on the TV, ready to find a movie to watch.

Ming Li sat upright, pursed his lips to find a topic: "What do you want to see?"

Li Siyuan pressed the remote control and said, "Just take a look."

Ming Li didn't know how to answer these words, he racked his brains trying to recall any good movies, but he couldn't think of any after thinking about it for three or four minutes.

The two were speechless again, Ming Li drank a whole glass of water and showed the glass to this person.

"Do you want more?" Li Siyuan looked at him in surprise, this man always drank water in one gulp, even after half a day he couldn't drink half a glass.

Mingli nodded: "Yes."

Li Siyuan poured him another glass of water, and when it was time to measure his body temperature, Mingli would hand it to Li Siyuan immediately.

"35.8°, no fever, are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Li Siyuan heaved a sigh of relief.

Ming Li hurriedly said: "Not anymore."

Li Siyuan was already exhausted after a day's ride in the car. The two of them had a casual bite in the afternoon, but he didn't want to move now, so he ordered a movie casually and leaned back on the sofa, feeling a little drowsy.

Ming Li moved closer to him and offered to be a pillow.

Li Siyuan dozed off against him, and when he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly felt that his hand was being pulled away, and in the next second his consciousness sank into a dreamland along with the smell that reassured him.

Lord Yan Jun forcibly pulled Li Siyuan's little finger with his little finger, and spoke softly with a serious face.

"Don't be angry, it's settled."

After finishing speaking, Ming Li looked at his clasped hands.

The bones are distinct, white and delicate.

Li Siyuan is very thin, even though he ate and drank indulgently these days, he didn't show the slightest sign of gaining weight. He carefully put this hand on his own and looked at it carefully.

Li Siyuan's palms are very thin, one can tell at a glance that this person was born rich and noble, and he has not done any heavy work, but his fingers are long and slender, just looking at these hands has a kind of silent beauty.

Ming Li felt that he was crazy, that's why he treated someone so carefully, he didn't even dare to lose his temper.

He was afraid that this person would be sad, and he was also afraid that he would regret it. Ever since he met this person, Yan Jun, who defied the world, has become a coward.

His light-colored pupils reflected a strange color, and his brows and eyes were gentle, fading away the complicated world, leaving only this person in his eyes.

After a long time, Ming Li pulled that hand to his lips, and kissed his fingertips very lightly.

When Li Siyuan woke up, the movie was over, he was lying on Mingli's lap, and Mingli was watching the anti-Japanese drama in the midnight theater as usual.

"Second Battalion Commander, where's your fucking Italian cannon? Lift it up for me!"

Li Siyuan moved in confusion, Ming Li looked down at him: "Are you awake?"

Li Siyuan rubbed his eyes and said wearily, "What time is it?"

Mingli said: "It's past eleven, go back to sleep."

The TV was still playing, but Li Siyuan always felt that he had something important to say, so he opened his eyes after watching Mingli for a long time.

"By the way, there is something."

Li Siyuan's mouth was dry, he took a sip of the water on the table and said, "When I got lost in that mouse hole, I met a monk."

That's the water glass he used...

Ming Li looked at the glass of water, the corners of his lips twitched slightly: "What monk?"

Li Siyuan said: "He said he came to deal with that mouse. At that time, I thought he belonged to Mr. Cheng, but until he took me out, the Cheng family never saw this person."

A strange color flashed in Ming Li's eyes: "What does he look like?"

Li Siyuan sorted out his memory and said: "About 40 to [-] years old, with a few bells hanging on his body, by the way, the monk's robe on his body is black, which looks quite strange."

Ming Li narrowed his eyes slightly: "What did he tell you?"

Li Siyuan immediately asked the monk's strange question, and Mingli's face became darker after hearing it, and he looked a little strange.

"I...wrong answer?"

Li Siyuan said awkwardly, now he also knew that what he met was not an ordinary person, so he swallowed carefully.

Mingli sneered in his heart.

This old thing is clearly testing.

He fixedly looked into Li Siyuan's eyes, the anger that had not risen in his heart dissipated little by little, and suddenly he laughed.

"No, you answered very well." Ming Li smiled, as if something good happened: "You said very well, if you meet him again, don't talk to him, he dare not harm you."

Li Siyuan was surprised: "You don't know each other?"

Ming Li sneered and said, "He said he couldn't move?"

Li Siyuan nodded, Ming Li didn't speak anymore, and led the still awake person back to the room.

Li Siyuan was still sleepy, and soon fell asleep again after changing clothes and washing.

Ming Li stood outside the room for a long time before turning around and going downstairs to turn off the TV in the living room.

He was about to put down the remote control when the air in the living room melted into ripples.

The black and white robe appeared in the air, the iron chain made a crackling sound, Wuchang saluted respectfully, and Mingli turned around.

"Nansi's monster has been handed over to the people over there, what instructions does your lord have?"

Wuchang's eyeballs moved slightly, as if he was patrolling the room, and his voice was still as cold as cold water drawn from the underworld.

Ming Li neatly put the remote control aside, and said slowly: "Yesterday, I met a little monster."

Wuchang looked at Mingli, Mingli continued: "That thing has ambergris."

Wuchang's face turned cold, and his eyes were sharp: "Who is it?"

"Ksitigarbha."

Impermanence frowned: "Why did he intervene?"

Mingli said generously: "I don't know."

Wuchang couldn't figure it out, and said, "My lord, could the ambergris be put by Ksitigarbha?"

Ming Li thought for a moment: "Probably."

Wuchang's eyes flashed sternly: "I will tell the judge."

"Should be prepared." Ming Li nodded: "There is one more thing."

Wuchang caressed the cold iron chain and asked, "What's the matter?"

Ming Li's eyes were dim, and he said in a deep voice, "I'm going to turn into scales."