The corners of the boy's clothes were sticky with honey, and he didn't realize it.

The pale complexion hinted at his past pain, but the corners of his mouth were hooked to show his pleasure at this moment.

He carried a wooden box in his hand, and his two slender fingers twisted a piece of snow-white pastry.

The milky white flour was bitten off, and the pale yellow osmanthus covered it, and it was rolled into his mouth by his tongue.

Ye Qinzhu was struggling with whether to step forward, and the man's steps stopped.

The boy's wrist quickly flipped up, and he didn't know what he had caught.

Ye Qinzhu only felt that a thin spiritual power suddenly appeared around him.

There was a deviation between that spiritual power and what Ye Qinzhu usually perceived, but she herself couldn't say exactly why.

A pair of jet-black eyes swept sharply to the side of the wall, catching Ye Qinzhu who was peeking.

The first time I saw this person in a location near a non-rockery, this person also brought some fireworks smell, Ye Qinzhu was still an illusion.

It wasn't until a wooden box flew towards her and she subconsciously reached out to take it that she realized that this person, who seemed to call the cultivation room home, would actually go in and out of these mortal places.

The boxy carved red lacquer food box was placed flat in Ye Qinzhu's hand, and the corners of Yang Qingjue's pretended to be serious and tight relaxed.

"Got you. ”

Because of the mobilization of spiritual power, Yang Qingjue's sickly face turned unnaturally crimson.

After he finished speaking, he couldn't help coughing twice.

He subconsciously wanted to hold back, but Ye Qinzhu heard a heart-rending cough again.

Obviously there was no recurrence for a whole month, why did he become like this again today?

Sensing a pimple in Ye Qinzhu's eyebrows, Yang Qingjue just wanted to speak, but saw the girl opposite Pinto food box and shook it in front of his eyes.

"You did it?"

"I just didn't have lunch, how many pieces can I try if I don't mind?"

Seeing that the other party agreed, Ye Qinzhu opened the wooden box, picked out a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

The honey-like taste instantly spread from his mouth, and Ye Qinzhu couldn't help but feel sorry for himself while enjoying it.

His cooking skills can't even be compared to men, what is the reason?

When Yang Qingjue was a little confused, she saw her take out the second piece and continue to eat.

Ye Qinzhu licked his fingertips inexhaustibly, his eyes flashing with satisfaction.

"I thought that Yang Qingyun was a refiner, but I didn't expect that even the Seventh Prince would not follow the usual path and have good cooking skills. ”

Ye Qinzhu's words were sour, and he ate four pieces in one go.

"Jue has been away for nine years, and he still makes some snacks. It's just that I didn't expect the other three members of the Ye family to be both good-looking, but the third miss is a girl who uses the flute as a stick. ”

Yang Qingjue clasped his palms together and chuckled, looking at Ye Qinzhu with some satisfaction, enjoying it happily, not caring about his sarcasm at all.

Ye Qinzhu swallowed the last bite of the snack, stepped forward cautiously, and handed the food box back to him.

The man's body swayed a little, as if he was about to fall down at any time, Ye Qinzhu couldn't help but reach out to help him stand firmly.

When the palm of his hand pressed against his back, Ye Qinzhu felt the spiritual waves rolling under Yang Qingjue's skin.

The muscles of the boy's back were tense, and there seemed to be hundreds of insects crawling under him in a dense manner, scrambling to get out of his body and into the outside world.

Or rather, into another person's body.

"After eating your things, I naturally have to return the favor. ”

Ye Qinzhu rubbed his fingertips in the nano stone on the bracelet and put a warm jade stone in his hand.

When Yang Qingjue took the food box, what she thought in her heart was - fortunately, this girl still has a little conscience, and she remembered to leave two pieces for him.

In the morning, he was really uncomfortable.

The spiritual power that had been suspended for a long time suddenly became uncontrollable, and he wanted to break away from his body, and he ran around like crazy.

When he fell on the board, Yang Qingjue really felt what it meant to be like a man.

Every time that trace of spiritual power collided, it was as if a thousand needles had pierced into the pores, pricking one by one, making him feel painful.

In the intermittent severe pain, Yang Qingjue could imagine that when he couldn't control this trace of spiritual power, what was waiting for him would be covered in blood.

Ye Qinzhu handed out the jade, and Yang Qingjue subconsciously blocked it.

When his fingers touched the jade carved with green bamboo, he suddenly felt a warm current.

Warmth enters the body from the fingertips, like the spring breeze that warms the willows and peach blossoms and warms the earth, soothing the restless spiritual power in the body.

This is no ordinary ornament.

"It's just a few pieces of pastry, and I can't take it. ”

He smiled and pushed the jade pendant away from his fingertips, and the discomfort returned.

"I was protected from Yuan Ning before, and yesterday I saved my life from the hands of the tiger tarantula. Ye Qinzhu settled accounts, "I will give a jade pendant, which is not enough to worry about." ”

"Before that, I owe the girl two lives, and my help is only worth two by two, why do I need your return?"

Yang Qingjue saw that she had the intention of forcibly sending, so she had to count with her with her fingers.

"The girl reminded me at Beast Ridge that I saved her life.

Wu Yong helped the girl to take the parrot, and the girl gave medicine to save me.

The girl saved my life when I was dying, and I detoxified her.

If Yuan Ning finds you, I will also be in danger because of this, and I can't count it this time. ”

Hearing him say this, Ye Qinzhu felt that he and he really didn't owe each other.

But this did not affect her idea of wanting to help Yang Qingjue as much as possible after confirming that she was okay.

Ye Qinzhu didn't admit that she was a virgin, but for people like Yang Qingjue, who didn't know when she would go back to the ghost gate and go away, she still felt that she should do something.

"You saved me, and I saved you again, this is probably the fate of the legend. We have such a tacit understanding, and now I am not only helping you, but also saving myself. ”

Yang Qingjue's chest was like being hit by a boulder, and he felt inexplicable pain.

The girl's smart eyes flickered in front of his eyes, a blood-like remnant sun crossed the sky, and his miserable white clothes were like ice and snow, sprinkled with his eyes.

Half a lifetime... Bad Fate......

"I found this jade pendant in Vermilion Bird Lane, and it can be used to speed up the absorption of spiritual power, which is suitable for refining roots, but I recently discovered that refining qi is more important than refining roots, and I don't need this thing anymore.

I guessed it might help your symptoms, so I took it out.

With our previous fate, I don't know when I will save my life because of my actions today. ”

"Half a life. ”

The priest pronounced a few words without joy or sorrow, leaving behind the boy who had been clubbed in place.

"Priest, is my illness really insolable?" Yang Qingjue asked eagerly, the boy's eyes were full of horror, as if he was avoiding painful speculation.

The priest walked straight forward, stepping over the dark jade floor tiles laid by the temple meditation, and the robe dragged out a mark, which remained in Yang Qingjue's eyes forever.

Speaking of which, he and Ye Qinzhu always meet unexpectedly, and there seems to be a kind of fate between them.

A kind of fate that will meet.

But how can this kind of fate be a bad fate?

Yang Qingjue lowered his head, and the jade pendant lay in his palm, and the deep lines remained on the smooth palm, outlining the shape of the jade pendant.

His hands clenched into fists, enveloping the carved verdant bamboo accessories in his palms.

"When it comes to flutes, I actually do one or two. Ye Qinzhu stood beside Yang Qingjue, who was immersed in contemplation, and silently changed the topic, "It's just that the blowing is stumbling, and the bamboo flute has been infused with spiritual power by me before, I'm worried that something unexpected will happen to the playing." ”

But when she subdued the fire spirit, in order to control the Zhi Ling, she consumed the spiritual power in her body and in the flute, and now this weapon is just an ordinary flute.

This flute has a simple appearance, and it is understandable that it is considered a short stick. Ye Qinzhu was also happy that they didn't know the true body of this weapon, and they were caught off guard when the time came.

The bamboo flute was placed horizontally, the red lips were close to each other, and the girl's white and tender fingers were pressed, first a series of trills, and then slowly played a self-arranged music.