Chapter Forty-Eight: The Shy Male Protagonist
There was nothing to say all night, and the next day, goodbye to the cold day, the chest was lying on the side without ups and downs, and Qing Hu was already able to treat it very calmly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
I went to the river to wash my face, and as soon as I returned to the cave, I saw the cold weather holding the entrance of the cave and about to come out.
Seeing her, the person who was about to get out of the cave was stunned for a moment, and then turned around silently, lay down, and skimmed off consciousness.
Qing Hu silently returned to the cave, there was nothing wrong with him going out of the cave just now, where are he going? Untie your hands? Going out for a walk?
No matter where he was going, he turned away as soon as he saw her, could it be that he was angry?
Yes, yes, she must be angry, after all, she yelled at him so fiercely yesterday, how much it hurt her face.
Looking at the person with her back to her, Qing Qi was speechless and panicked, and specially caught a hare at noon, although she knew that people who cultivated immortals did not need to eat, but she still retained the tradition of passing through, and always felt that eating food could make her body feel better.
The rabbit was roasted, and the person next to him was still quite dead, and Qing Hu was a little hesitant, not knowing how to wake him up.
She admits that part of the reason for roasting rabbits is that they want to talk to each other.
Just when she didn't know what to do, she woke up in the cold, got up silently, took out a knife from her arms, brushed it a few times to remove the rabbit's legs, and handed it to her.
"Thank you." Qing Hao wanted to show him a smile, but when they looked at each other, the other party turned their heads sharply.
This action is so obvious, obviously angry! Qing Qi roared inwardly, and when he took the rabbit's leg, he accidentally touched the finger of the cold sky.
I thought that the other party would also overreact, but the other party didn't react, cut another piece of meat, and gnawed silently.
"Where do you want to go next?" Qing Hu had nothing to say.
"Demon Realm." There was fighting spirit in Yu Hantian's eyes, "Get things back." ā
Qing Xiao nodded, that's right, that is, Mo Yueyang robbed the male protagonist's treasure, and the male protagonist naturally won't let him go, maybe there will be a fight, and finally the cold sky will be victorious, famous all over the world, go to the peak of his career, win Bai Fumei, and become the world's most advanced NPC.
"How do you think he's going to win? Now that Yu Hantian is seriously injured, and Jimo Yueyang is the Lord of the Demon Realm, maybe you haven't seen his power yet, but no matter what, Yu Hantian can't win, at least not as easily as you imagined. ā
The voice of the cold silkworm appeared coldly, and Qing Hu said angrily: "Peeping on other people's consciousness is equivalent to peeping at other people's baths." ā
"I won't be so nasty!" Leng Silkworm sneered, "I'm looking at it openly, not a voyeur." ā
Qing Hu scolded inwardly, "No matter what, he will definitely win." ā
"So the reason?" Leng Silkworm really wanted to know where her mysterious confidence came from.
She didn't say anything more, but she understood in her heart that how could a no-cost player play RMB players, and the effect of the cold day in this world was equivalent to the game developer's own son, invincible all the way!
"I slept." Yu Han Tian suddenly said.
Qing Hu came back to his senses, "Okay." ā
Seeing that the male protagonist was lying on her side with her back again, she kindly reminded, "Actually, it's easy to fall into the pillow if you sleep in one position all the time, you can try to turn around?" ā
The cold weather was silent, and after half a ring, he silently turned a direction counterclockwise, changing from facing the east wall to facing the north wall.
Sure enough, the male protagonist is angry!
In the middle of the night, the crickets outside the cave were chirping, and Qingqi couldn't sleep, so he had to play boringly in the soil, and naturally said to himself: "What a chat." ā
"What do you want to hear?" Yu Hantian suddenly spoke, startling her.
I thought he was angry, but listening to the sound was very normal, could it be that she was thinking too much.
"Well, you can do fun things, like what special fun things you had when you were a kid." The outline didn't elaborate on what happened when she was a child, but she was still curious.
The voice didn't come for a long time, and Qing Xiao began to feel a little sleepy, and suddenly heard a deep voice, "There's nothing fun to do." ā
"Have you been thinking about this all along?"
"Yes."
There is no childhood worth recalling, Yu Hantian has already turned to look at her back, and all his good memories began when he met her.
Qinghu was shocked that she said the wrong thing and wanted to make amends, "Actually, it doesn't matter, I don't have anything to remember in my past life." For example, when you swipe your meal card, you put your bank card on the sensor and complain about why the machine is not moving. ā
She said so quickly that she simply turned around, and the people who met face-to-face were stunned.
Yu Hantian's gaze lingered on her face for a second, and then immediately turned around, "I'm asleep." ā
Sure enough, the male protagonist is still angry!
The two nested in the cave for a few days, and Qing Hu looked at the back of the head of the cold day for a few days, until early one morning, the cold sky said: "Let's go." ā
The two walked out of the cave, and Qing Hu looked back at the place where he once lived with emotion, remembering the roasted rabbit, the dream in the cave, and the back of the male protagonist's head!
Yu Hantian did not go far, but walked a few laps in the open area not far from the cave, and when he got closer, he saw that the empty dirt had been trampled out of a vague circle.
She watched as Yu Yu Tian stood in the center of the circle, her mouth vibrated with words, and when the breeze came, a loud sound of horses' hooves sounded.
A snow-white horse appeared out of thin air, snow-white throughout, with a long, supple mane and a horn on its head.
"This is not He Xue's original horse?" Qing Xiao asked in surprise.
Yu Hantian nodded, turned over, and handed her his hand, "Here." ā
She grabbed her hand, slammed it over, and got on her horse. Holding the reins with both hands, it was equivalent to enclosing her in his arms.
"Are we going to the Demon Realm?" She looked up, but only saw the male protagonist's chin and nostrils.
Yu Hantian didn't bow his head, but responded in a low voice, and as soon as he pulled the reins, the demon horse neighed and ran quickly into the distance.
The Demon Realm, located in the westernmost part of the continent, faces each other across the Charm Sea from the Demon Realm, and people who want to enter the Demon Realm need to cross thirty-eight mountains and cross two rivers, there are many ghosts and spirits in the mountains, and there are legends in the two rivers that protect the nine-headed demon dragon handle of the Demon Realm, not to mention that they are not people from the Demon Realm, even if they are people from the Demon Realm, there are many people who die under the hands of this nine-headed demon dragon.
For a few days, except for the necessary rest, the two spent time on horseback, so the demon horse is sensitive by nature and knows how to pick a safe place to walk, and many risks are avoided along the way.
Qing Xiao silently moved his buttocks, and there was immediately a pain in his thighs, and the person behind him immediately pulled the reins and lowered his speed, "What's wrong?" ā
"Nothing." She lowered her head, she couldn't say that her chrysanthemum had been grinding to death for a few days.
The demon horse neighed, and said in the cold sky: "There is a teahouse in front, where you can rest for a while." ā
"Are you okay?" Qing Hao was a little worried, that is, she remembered what Mo Yueyang said when she left, she was afraid that the cold day was now the meat on the cutting board, and the walking Tang Seng!
Weathering the cold slowed down, "No problem. ā
When she arrived at the teahouse, she dismounted first in the cold weather, and Qinghu was trying to follow, but there was an indescribable pain from a certain place in her body, and she stepped on the air, and the whole person fell.
The expected pain didn't come, the warm arms and the familiar smell lingered on the tip of her nose, and she looked up, and sure enough, she saw her chin and nostrils in the cold!
"I have a question for you." She withdrew from his arms and looked down at the ground.
Yu Hantian's eyes flashed, "En." ā
Qing Hu swallowed his saliva and said slowly: "Big brother, do you chrysanthemums hurt!" ā
Teahouse, the guy looked at the two people who had never spoken since they came in, this man and woman were both handsome and extraordinary, like fairies, but this atmosphere really made people's hairs stand up.
He was holding a rag, and while peeking around, he walked up to the young man who crackled the abacus, "Shopkeeper." ā
"I won't give you a salary increase, let's die." The young man who lowered his head and settled the account did not raise his head, and his slender fingers moved quickly on the jade keyboard.
Xiao Er muttered, "I know, I'm not talking about it." ā
"Sooner on." The young man who was still cold one second, looked up and smiled brightly at him the next second, "It's hard work, what's the matter?" ā
Xiao Er was shocked by his boss's bright smile, and wiped back to his senses half-loudly, "Boss, do you think those two people will be?" As he spoke, he pointed to the sky outside.
The young man touched his chin, "Birdman? ā
"It's an immortal!" After Xiao Er finished roaring, he tilted his head and looked at the two people in the distance, but fortunately the guest didn't notice.
The young man bowed his head again, "So what. ā
"Shopkeeper, don't blame me for not reminding you, we used up a little tea half a month ago, you said that the people who came here to drink are either hidden masters who don't care, or ordinary people can't drink it, so let me pick up a little dry branch mixed with tea brewing."
"Why didn't you say it earlier!" The young man glared at him, stepped out of the counter, and walked towards the two in the distance.
"Smack." The extremely light-looking woman slapped the table, and the whole table shook.
Xiao Er saw his shopkeeper walk a few steps and quickly turn back, holding the abacus and walking out, "I have a headache, I have to find a place to recuperate." ā
Qing Xiao was very annoyed, she definitely just wanted to find a topic to chat with to relieve her embarrassment.
Yu Hantian noticed her unnaturalness and comforted: "It's okay, I don't mind." ā
"Ahhh Forget about it. She tugged at her sleeve in the cold, "Look at me and tell me with sincere eyes, you don't remember anything!" ā
The face that had been dodging for days finally met her, and Yu Hantian's gaze first started from her forehead, then slid all the way down, stared at her lips, and then coughed lightly, and lowered her head to pick up the teacup in disguise.
Sure enough, he dodged again! Qing Xiao noticed that he seemed to behave unnaturally when he looked at his lips, and she was more and more convinced of this when she thought back to the past few days.
Lip? Looking at the lips will be unnatural? Is it because of that kiss?
"You haven't been looking at me lately, is it because I kissed you that day, and you're shy?"
The teacup in the hand of the cold day made a crisp "click". "Tea seeped out of the cracks.
The young man who originally thought that the sun was too strong outside and squatted too hard wanted to come back and sit down, but when he saw this, he immediately turned around and walked out again.
Put down the tea bowl on a cold day, get up, and "let's go." ā
"Let's be clear, isn't it, you don't look at me, it makes me feel very uneasy!" Qing Xiao didn't know where he got the strength and courage.
The two of them stood and sat together, and Yu Hantian finally looked down at her, with a hint of imperceptible helplessness in his tone, "Then what do you want to do?" ā