Seven days passed quietly.

Xue Qianzhong's life is very regular, every day as soon as the sun comes out, he uses his divine sense to scan the Shen Realm, and then cleans the yard where the pear tree is located inside and out, and then takes care of the medicine garden and lotus pond in the Shen Realm, and then keeps staring at the pear tree until nightfall.

Shen Yuheng gradually figured out the rules of his life, and became more and more bold, and began to wander around the Shen Realm over and over again.

She quietly kept all the elixirs that could be planted, and at the same time kept looking for something about the patriarch's inheritance.

Her identity as the patriarch has long been decided, but she has been displaced since she was a child, and she has not yet accepted the inheritance of the patriarch, and her understanding of the Shen family in her mind is not enough.

Shen Yuheng touched her eyebrows, and her eyebrows were slightly concave to remind her that she was not far from the place where she received the inheritance.

Quietly making a mark, Shen Yuheng casually left the place and wandered around the Shen Realm again.

For Xue Qianzhong, she still doesn't feel at ease.

"Uh, Yuki-senpai. Facing Xue Qianzhong, who suddenly appeared in front of him, Shen Yuheng was stunned for a moment, and then saluted respectfully.

"Ding. "The metal slammed against the floor of the Thundering Stone with a crisp sound.

Xue Qianzhong wiped his hands expressionlessly, and then said two words very slowly.

"Yours. ”

It was Xiao Lian who was thrown on the ground, because Xiao Lian was not her natal magic weapon, she couldn't recall Xiao Lian, so Xiao Lian didn't go to the Shen Realm with her.

"Thank you, Snow-senpai. Thanking him respectfully, Shen Yuheng picked up Xiao Lian and inserted Xiao Lian into the scabbard.

Seeing Shen Yuheng put away Xiao Lian, Xue Qianzhong's ears moved.

His eyes rolled stiffly, and he surveyed the hall.

Although the main hall has been abandoned for several years, he has cleaned it every year, so the main hall does not show a scene of decay, and it is still as magnificent as before.

Xue Qianju didn't like the aura in this hall. Even though he has to clean it up every year.

Therefore, he simply used his aura to hold up Shen Yuheng and walked out of the hall with Shen Yuheng.

Shen Yuheng was terrified again, this Xue senior had profound mana and a strange temperament, and his emotions were difficult to distinguish, and Shen Yuheng didn't know what he was going to do.

Xue Qianzhong supported Shen Yuheng until he reached the courtyard with pear trees before stopping.

There was an extra table and two more chairs under the pear tree, and on the table were steaming meals.

Xue Qianzhong threw her on the chair and looked at the food in a daze for a long time before picking up the chopsticks and stuffing them into her hands.

"Yes. He spat out a word, and then clumsily held his chopsticks himself, as if to demonstrate to her.

Shen Yuheng looked at Xue Qianzhong in confusion, she really couldn't think of what Xue Qianzhong was doing this for.

Seeing that she didn't move her chopsticks for a long time, Xue Qianzhong threw down the chopsticks, and then straightened the chopsticks in Shen Yuheng's hand one by one, held Shen Yuheng's hand, and taught her to use chopsticks hand in hand.

"Snow seniors, juniors just come by themselves. Shen Yuheng's face turned red, and he wanted to pull his hand out in fear.

Xue Qianzhong didn't force it, let go of his hand, and then sat back in his place, staring directly at Shen Yuheng to eat.

His scalp was numb from his eyes, and Shen Yuheng only felt the cold sweat on his head rising vigorously.

"You, me, sleep. Xue Qianzhong pointed at her, then at herself, and then pulled out the chopsticks in Shen Yuheng's hand, and said slowly.

"Snow seniors, juniors retire first. Shen Yuheng looked at Xue Qianzhong's scalp-numbing gaze and said boldly.

Xue Qianzhong ignored her words, stubbornly came over to take her hand, and pulled her into the house.

"If the snow seniors insist on this, don't blame the juniors for being polite!" she shook the hand of Xue Qianzhong, but she didn't break free.

Xue Qianzhong didn't seem to hear her, not only dragged her to the house, but even tried to pull her into his arms.

Shen Yuheng exerted force in one hand, and the other hand was a little Xue Qianzhong's wrist.

Xue Qianzhong was in pain, but she didn't let go of her hand, just stopped and looked at her expressionlessly.

Shen Yuheng couldn't tell if he would get angry, so he couldn't help but hold his breath, once Xue Qianzhong was angry, she could also make countermeasures in time.

She stared at him closely. Don't let go of every subtle movement of him.

Xue Qianzhong's eyes stared at her for a long time, and Shen Yuheng only felt that the person in front of him was getting better and better-looking, especially those dark and heavy eyes, even if they couldn't see the emotion, they could make people addicted.

She couldn't help but feel a little confused.

By the time she could react, she had already been brought to bed.

"Cover. Warm. Xue Qianzhong lay next to her, pulled a quilt over with her hand, and then said slowly.

"Senior Snow!" Shen Yuheng's voice changed his tone slightly.

Xue Qianzhong's arms completely fixed her two hands, and even said that the coercion around him completely suppressed her aura, making it impossible for her to resist at all.

Shen Yuheng didn't dare to look at his face, for fear that he would forget anything as soon as he saw his face.

Now she knew that Xue Qianzhong had used her spiritual power to hide her face a few days ago, otherwise Shen Yuheng would have been obediently at his mercy.

Xue Qianzhong stared at Shen Yuheng for a long time before slowly leaning down.

The tip of his nose was next to the tip of Shen Yuheng's, and his glass-like eyes stared at her without moving.

"If the heart does not move, neither does the Word. "Heaven and earth are empty. All beings are vain. The skin is vain. Shen Yuheng kept silently thinking in his heart, wanting to get rid of the temptation of Xue Qianzhong's face to people.

I don't know how many times she read it, but she only felt that all she saw in front of her was the void.

"You, hurt. Xue Qianzhong's sudden voice startled her.

Shen Yuheng frowned.

Her injuries have been healed, so how can she say that she is injured?

Yukichishige's free hand picked open her clothes and ran them across her waist and abdomen.

The cold touch made Shen Yuheng feel excited.

At this time, Xue Qianzhong had already let go of the suppression of her, but her slender and cold fingers were still swirling around her waist and abdomen.

If you look closely, you can see that he is drawing patterns.

The clothes on Shen Yuheng's body have been faded to her waist, and there is only a thin small coat left on her upper body, but although Xue Qianzhong stared at her, her eyes were clear and did not contain any impurities, but she couldn't have any strange thoughts, but regarded him as a healer.

In just a moment, a black mark appeared in the place where Shen Yuheng had been stabbed by Hua Xiangrong.

At that time, her body was penetrated, and if it weren't for the later healing of Yao Wuji and the advancement of chance to repair her body, she would definitely be dead.

As soon as the mark appeared, she only felt a heart-rending pain in her waist and abdomen, and she couldn't help biting her lip flap to prevent herself from screaming.

Xue Qianzhong didn't seem to know how to heal her wounds, but her cold fingers rubbed over and over again on her wounds.

"Don't dare to bother the seniors of the snow, the matter of healing, the juniors can come by themselves. Holding back the pain at the wound, Shen Yuheng said tremblingly.

Xue Qianzhong raised his head and stared at her for a long time before he got up extremely slowly, and then stood beside the small table and looked at her fixedly.

Shen Yuheng tilted his head and folded his clothes in embarrassment.

It's just a movement, and it has already made a dense layer of cold sweat appear on her forehead.

She carefully used the aura to surround the mark, and then began to try to remember if she knew where it came from.

Hua Xiangrong must have nothing to do with the demons, and she was a little annoyed that she hadn't thought of this earlier.

Shen Yuheng thought about it for a long time, until it was night, but he couldn't come up with a result, but the pain at the mark gradually dissipated.