Jun Bi closed his eyes, pillowed on Mu Jingheng's lap, breathing long and steady, obviously sleepy, sleeping. Her cheeks were still faintly flushed, and her jade-white skin reflected the dots of light under the mottled shadows of the trees, and the whole person was as delicate as a begonia spring sleep.

Mu Jingheng stroked Junbi's hair with one hand, and his fingers shuttled between her hair, combing her somewhat messy hair. The other hand was on his lips, and he held a long, narrow green leaf. Soft and gentle music slowly flowed from his mouth. At the end of the song, Junbi slept more and more peacefully.

Mu Jingheng withdrew his hand and held the leaf in his palm. As if it had come to life, the leaves slowly melted, twisting and changing shape according to Mu Jingheng's thoughts. Eventually, it turned into a turquoise hosta, which was not only vivid in color, but also had vein-like lines entwined around it.

Mu Jingheng raised his hand and inserted the hosta into Junbi's hair. The fingertips slid past her green silk and landed on the side of her face, the smooth and slightly cool touch, much more ironed than usual, and did not look cold and cold.

The expression in Mu Jingheng's eyes became softer and softer, stretched out his fingertips, poked Junbi's cheek casually, and muttered, "Strange." "Why is there always a strange and wonderful feeling in my heart, which keeps lingering and lingering?

This feeling came out of nowhere, inexplicably, and not as fleeting as usual. Although Mu Jingheng had doubts in his heart, he had never been a bull-horned character. It is difficult to determine people's hearts, and the more you look into it, the more you will find that it is complicated, so it is better to go with the flow. It's just that it doesn't annoy him.

Mu Jingheng sorted out his thoughts, leaned against the trunk of the tree, and closed his eyes. The moment his consciousness settled, he opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyebrows furrowed.

Mu Jingheng's eyes swept across the sparkling lake, and under the sun, a few birds were perched on the wide leaves of the lake, quietly combing the feathers of their wings.

However, Mu Jingheng still keenly felt the familiar atmosphere. He gently picked up Junbi horizontally, his body moved slightly, and stepped on the canopy. Surprisingly, the canopy of the tree is a different world, with wide, stretched leaves and scattered with fluorescent dots around it. If you see it, you will be amazed.

Mu Jingheng placed Junbi on a flat and wide leaf in the center. Junbi's body was held steadily, and the soft edges gently rolled up, wrapping her safely in it, and her peaceful sleeping eyebrows could be faintly seen in the gaps.

After Mu Jingheng did all this, he jumped down from the canopy and came to the opposite side of the lake. "Jue." He called out to the face of a mountain wall.

There was silence all around, as if time had completely stood still. After Mu Jingheng finished calling, he waited patiently in place, not in a hurry, and did not urge again.

After a long time, Mu Jingjue's figure appeared, and his face was a little haggard for some reason.

Mu Jingheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked suspiciously, "Why are you here?" If he remembered correctly, Mu Jingjue had been busy teaching that mortal woman all these days, and besides, Luoxia Peak was his retreat, and Mu Jingjue rarely came.

Mu Jingjue raised his head and glanced at Mu Jingheng, who was calm, and was silent for a moment before slowly asking, "Junbi...... Can you be here? When he said this, it sounded a little bitter.

Mu Jingheng's expression was light and light, and he bowed slightly, "That's right." ”

Mu Jingjue snorted and continued, "I'...... I just saw you and her, a little intimate. ”

Mu Jingjue was originally very concerned about Junbi running to Luoxia Peak every day, and he happened to have free time today, so he couldn't help it, so he quietly came up to take a look. I didn't expect to see Junbi pillow on Mu Jingheng's lap, completely unguarded and innocent. That scene made him involuntarily recall the past.

Mu Jingheng responded lightly and asked rhetorically, "So what?" "His temperament is used to this, even for Mu Jingjue, he doesn't pretend.

In fact, Mu Jingheng's original cold attitude was no different from usual, but Mu Jingjue had just seen his treatment of Junbi, and it was easy to notice the difference.

Mu Jingjue thought for a while, but still asked, "Why do you treat her so closely?" ”

Mu Jingjue seemed to have a voice in his heart that had been pressing him, wanting to know what had happened between them. I don't know if I'm afraid that Mu Jingheng will be seduced by Junbi, or if I'm afraid of ...... Junbi has affection for Mu Jingheng. When Junbi and Mu Jingheng met for the first time, they seemed to have an unusual look at him, as if they were sighing, sighing that they had met Fei Jun for the first time.

This made Mu Jingjue can't help but recall his past with Junbi, when he first entered the immortal register, and Junbi, who was still a spirit snake, was inseparable. At that time, Junbi admired him, and seemed to have only him in his eyes. Admittedly, he was once moved.

"Jue, this has nothing to do with you." Mu Jingheng said in a low voice, with a slight warning in his voice. He didn't want to explain more, just as he wouldn't ask about the relationship between Junbi and Mu Jingjue.

It's just that when he heard these words in Mu Jingjue's ears, there was a little more sarcasm. He couldn't help but blurt out, "Ah Heng, she is a demon." As soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it.

Mu Jingheng's brows furrowed, a little displeased. Mu Jingjue couldn't wait to swallow back what he had just said, but he was so confused today that he didn't know what he said.

"Ah Jue, she was originally a spirit snake, why did she become a demon, I think you know better than me. She forcibly twisted the foundation, and her body was already in tatters, and you didn't even have half a sense of consciousness? Mu Jingheng is transparent, how can he not see the strangeness of the two getting along, although he is an outsider, he can't help but feel sorry for Junbi.

Mu Jingjue was hit hard in the chest by these words, and he couldn't refute it. "Ah Heng, shemales have different paths, you are so self-conscious." He left this sentence and turned away.

Mu Jingheng looked at the dejected back and could only sigh lightly.

Junbi's closed eyelids trembled slightly, and a line of clear tears slowly slipped down and shattered on the soft leaves. She opened her eyes, and for a moment she lost her mind.

Junbi may be affected by his own emotions, and his dreams are full of memories with Mu Jingjue, sometimes so beautiful that people look forward to it, and sometimes so sad that people can't help crying. Junbi is even empathetic.

"Can't put it down?" Junbi muttered in a low voice, "But, you should always put it down." The sound drifted away in the wind, leaving no trace.

The edge of the blade slowly opened, and Junbi raised his head, just in time to hit Mu Jingheng's clear and elegant face.

"What happened?" Mu Jingheng looked at Junbi's teary eyes and asked.

"I just had a nightmare, and I woke up, and it's fine." Junbi wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and grabbed Mu Jingheng's neck.

"It's okay." Mu Jingheng said calmly. He knew it, but he didn't break it.

Junbi was held in Mu Jingheng's arms and slowly fell to the ground. The small toes stepped on the soft grass, and her legs turned into inky snake tails, she let go of Mu Jingheng, lowered her head, and said softly: "Xianjun, today's matter is that Junbi is reckless." ”

Mu Jingheng's eyes fell on the jade hairpin in Junbi's hair, the corners of his mouth were lightly raised, but his voice was cold, "You are indeed reckless." ”