Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

Rong Shen takes back his hand, takes a light look at Jing Cen, and pulls Cheng Xiu into the room.

"Deep." Cheng Xiu followed her inside, but he called her name in his mouth. He knew that she was angry now, so he ignored himself and blushed.

Rong Shen still ignored him and took him into the yard.

Song Yue turned his eyes to his master and called out: "master, we..."

"Go ahead." Jingcen nodded to song Yue, put the sword back on his back, and walked in first, followed by song Yue.

When there was no one standing outside the yard, the Taoist priest, who had been surrounded by the villagers, suddenly opened his eyes. First, he half narrowed his eyes and looked around. After confirming that there was no one, he quickly got up from the ground and ran to the outside of the village.

He just wanted to cheat some money. Who knows he met a real ghost.

Although Rong Shen's kick was heavy, he didn't really faint. He was pretending.

Of course, Rong Shen knows that the fake Taoist outside has run away, but she is too lazy to take care of him. She pulls Cheng Xiu into the room, brings water first, looks at him, and says with a straight face, "hand."

Cheng Xiu pursed his lips and obediently stretched out his two hands. The palms of his hands were open, and the tiny wounds on the palms of his white and tender hands were exposed. Some of the wounds were mixed with a lot of small stones and dust.

Rong Shen had already smelled the bloody smell of him. She was so angry that she told him to stay in the yard and not go out. He climbed over the wall and didn't say a word when he rubbed his hands against the wall. Rong Shen thought more and more angrily.

She pursed her lips. She was obviously angry, but she helped Cheng Xiu clean the wound gently.

When Jing Cen and song Yue came in, they saw such a scene. Song Yue ran over first, squatted by the basin and asked, "Cheng Xiu, how did you get hurt? Does it hurt? "

Cheng Xiu shakes his head, just about to say it doesn't hurt, but song Yue realizes what he wants to say, stares at him and tries to wink at him.

Cheng Xiu looked at him with a puzzled face.

Rongshen doesn't notice song Yue's unilateral eye contact. She helps Cheng Xiu clean up the wound with her eyebrows, but finds that she has forgotten to take the handkerchief. Cheng Xiu's palm is stained with water, so she can't apply the medicine.

She released Cheng Xiu's hand, stood up and went to the next room to get the handkerchief.

Cheng Xiu thinks that she is going to leave, so he gets up to follow her. Song Yue pulls her.

"You are stupid!" Song Yue stares at Cheng Xiu. Seeing that he turns his head and looks at himself angrily, he quickly realizes that he has said something wrong. He changes the topic and says in a low voice, "is your sister angry with you?"

"Deeply angry." Cheng Xiu frowned, his face full of sadness and lowered his head.

Song Yue saw that he didn't continue to tangle about what he said he was stupid. He quickly said, "I'll tell you how to make her not angry with you."

"Say it Cheng Xiu suddenly looked up at him with a light in his eyes.

At this moment, song Yue almost thought that Cheng Xiu was not stupid, but soon, looking at Cheng Xiu's clean eyes, he felt that it must be his own illusion.

Realizing that Rong Shen will come at any time, song Yue goes down and says quickly: "I will ask you if it hurts later. You say it hurts. The more pathetic it is, the better you know? She is so good to you. She will love you. When the time comes, she will only care about you. How can she remember the angry things? "

Jingcen stood at the door, listening to his apprentice's words, frowned, but did not stop. Instead, he took a look at Rongshen standing beside him.