Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

Dumb people are also dark guards. Although they can't speak, they are good at it. Gu Xuan just asked her to remember the location of the chessboard. After all, she and Shen Qing didn't make a few moves yesterday, which is easy to remember.

The dumb man carried the whole stone table back.

Looking at the stone table, Gu Xuan felt that her thin arms and legs couldn't move. But when the mute carried it back to the yard, he didn't breathe.

Gu Xuan stood by and looked at it, sighing with envy.

When Shen Qing came to her, she couldn't help holding out her hand and pinching it on her face, but said with a smile, "what do you do with a sigh here? I've lost all my blessings. "

Gu Xuan's body is just a little stiff for this kind of intimate action. Instead of avoiding it, she looks up at him with a wrinkled nose.

"Superstition." Gu Xuan sneers, but he doesn't think so.

Even she sighed again and said, "if only I had such strength."

"What do you need so much strength for? Where are you going to be coolie? " Shen Qing made fun of her when she was young.

Gu Xuan said, "I don't have any family background. Now I rely on Shen Huai's food. If Shen Huai doesn't want to support me in the future, I have to have a skill. I'm more energetic. It's easier to find things."

The speaker has no intention, the listener has intention.

The smile on Shen Qing's face darkened for a moment, and soon he was smiling quietly again, but his hand naturally reached out to her, holding her hand in her sleeve, trying to dispel some chill for her with his body temperature.

Shen Qing said: "it doesn't matter. I have a lot of family to support you."

The dumb man stood aside and glanced at the hand they were holding. There was no movement.

Shen Qing keeps her reaction under her eyes, with a faint smile on her face. His voice is gentle, but gives Gu Xuan a sense of security that she can completely trust.

"I'm not well, and you're sick. How much do you have in your family? Is that enough to feed both of us? " Gu Xuan blinked and asked him.

Shen Qing said: "enough, I don't need money for my illness. As long as you are here, I will be cured."

When Gu Xuan's ear tips tremble, he can't help touching his own with his other hand, only to find that it's not as hot as he thought.

She suddenly recovered, and realized that she was suffering from chills. Even if she was really shy and blushed, no one else could see it.

As now, clearly her heart is like a deer bumping, joy and shyness hard to cover, but her face is still white, not the slightest red.

Gu Xuan touched her face again. It was cold as expected. She frowned slightly and said to Shen Qing, "in fact, I'm very happy. I just can't see it on my face. Don't think I'm cold-blooded No... "

She was stunned, and then murmured: "my blood seems to be cold."

"But your heart is still hot." Shen Qing said in a warm voice. When he looked at Gu Xuan, his eyes were full of gentle doting.

As he said, although he is ill, Gu Xuan is his medicine. As long as Gu Xuan is there, his illness will be cured.

Listening to Shen Qingshi's words, Gu Xuan is happy again. She covers her heart, stares at Shen Qingshi and says, "you've found this."

Gu Xuan's sharp heart trembles when she bumps into Shen Qing. His Adam's apple rolls several times, but he still can't help reaching out and taking her into his arms. At this moment, his arms seem to hold a piece of ice.