Xie Bi'an closed his eyes, picked up the quilt and covered Zou Zhou, stroked her back with his hand, and muttered to himself, as if he was talking in a dream.

In fact, he was more sober than ever, and at the same time more angry. If it weren't for Zou Zhou's undecided spirit and need to be guarded, he would want to cut the Yaksha with a thousand knives now.

"The girl is fine now, with me, don't be afraid. After saying that, Xie Bi'an secretly twisted himself hard, hating that if he hadn't left Zou Zhou alone, he would never have let such a thing happen.

In a trance, feeling the person in the quilt moving, Xie Bi'an slowly opened his eyes and found that Zou Zhou's white and smooth neck was exposed, large or small, deep or shallow red marks.

Suddenly, he closed his eyes, sighed deeply with bated breath, and hugged Zou Zhou: "It's all my fault, girl, you can beat or scold as you like, as long as you don't think nonsense, okay?"

"It's okay, Uncle Bai, I'm fine. 」

Xie Bi'an let go of his arm, surprised and distressed, and touched my forehead: "If you are angry, throw it at me, don't hold yourself, girl." 」

"Uncle Xiaobai, I'm really fine, I'm just scared. I grinned.

"Did he hurt you?" Xie Bi'an's cranial nerves straightened instantly.

I hugged the quilt tightly and shook my head, "No, I'm really fine. 」

Xie Bi'an didn't believe it, gritted his teeth and threw a look at me, and hesitantly lifted the quilt. I found that there were no red marks except for my neck, and I was somewhat relieved.

Then he hugged me tightly through the quilt, and his hand kept stroking the back of my head, as if he was still thinking about how to clean up the yaksha.

After Fan Wusu threw Yaksha into the kitchen and locked it, he walked to the door of the room, saw the two hugging each other, closed the door without saying a word, and cleaned up the hall.

Holding a cup of tea, sitting on the chair, I heard a knock on the kitchen door, and had no choice but to put down the teacup and walk out.

Standing in front of the window, Fan Wuxuan stretched out his hand and knocked, heard the footsteps, immediately withdrew his hand, and when he looked up, he happened to meet those eyes.

"Why do you want to drink?" said angrily.

Although the Yaksha was awake and had a splitting headache, he lowered his eyes, and from time to time he pointed one hand to his head, and said without saying anything:

"I don't know why I'm drinking. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly raised his head: "Oh, it should be because I feel uncomfortable, so I drank it unconsciously. 」

Fan Wuxu clenched his fist and smashed it on the frame of the window, and angrily said, "I know that I can't drink, I can't control this?"

"No help, I," Yaksha realized he had made a mistake: "I ......"

"Enough, what do you have to explain to Zou Zhou, it's useless to tell me!" After speaking, Fan Wusu turned his back and walked to the hall reflexively.

Yaksha slapped himself with his back against the cold wall, and slapped himself with regret, and if one was not enough, he continued to slap him. Even so, when my eyes caught a sight on a bucket of water, I didn't think about it, and I poured it on my body when I lifted it.

At this time, he was fully awake, and although he couldn't remember what he had done, he could still recall some of the images.

Bastard, you're a complete asshole.

Yaksha slammed against the wall, angrily scolding himself, wanting to blow his head off.

After calming down for a long time, with a creak, Yaksha looked over with the voice, and Xie Bi'an stood at the door.

The pair of pomegranate pupils were extraordinarily bright red and gorgeous because of their anger, and instead of feeling disgusted, Yaksha looked at them with disgust, on the contrary, they wished that he would come and smash his fists quickly.

And he will never fight back.

The reality was the exact opposite of what had been hoped, and Yaksha was surprised by it.

"What's wrong? You didn't even hit me?" As a last resort, Yaksha began to provoke.

Xie Bi'an was moving his hands and feet, and the clenched fists and crisp sounds of his finger bones let Yaksha know that the provocation had succeeded.

Soon, the two were scuffling together, saying that the scuffle was not accurate enough, and it should be that the Yaksha curled up in a ball, waiting for countless fists to fall.

The sound of ping-pong in the kitchen, Fan Wuxu could not hear it, but he still stood safely with a teacup

At the door, the eye only occasionally glances away.

"Aren't you going to fight?"

After hearing this, Fan Wusu immediately turned around: "Are you okay?"

It's all about answering the question. I continued to ask, "Aren't you going to fight?"

Fan Wusu frowned slightly, picked up the teacup and held it up in front of me: "Let me ask you, are you okay?"

It seems that I don't say good or bad, Dahei won't stop asking, I nodded, and when I saw him nodding with him, I took the water glass: "What about you?"

The water glass is very warm, and I don't think it's just because of the temperature.

"What am I?"

That's what I asked.

"You go and tell Uncle Xiaobai that I'm fine, and Yaksha is also because of drinking, I don't blame him. 」

The corners of Fan Wuxu's mouth furrowed, and his eyebrows squeezed into an arc: "It's better for you to say this, it's not appropriate for me to say it." 」

It seems that I can't communicate properly with Dahei, so I give up this topic.

"Da Hei, I, in fact, me and Uncle Xiaobai," the sudden incident broke up all the words I had thought, and for a while, I couldn't even think of a word.

"Bai has already talked to me, you are in charge of your own affairs, do you make it clear?"

Honestly, I didn't understand at all, and I shook my head vigorously.

Fan Wusu knew this, nudged me into the room, and after closing the door, he said softly:

"I'm afraid that Bai and I are the most suitable friends and brothers, not lovers. Fan Wusu saw that the window was open, and saw that I was wearing thin clothes, so he closed the window.

When he returned to his seat, he saw that I was at a loss, and sneered, "Isn't it strange to hear me talk to you like this?"

I instinctively nodded, "yes. 」

"You and Bai are quite similar, but there are a lot of differences, to be honest," Fan Wusu dragged a chair and moved in front of Zou Zhou: "If you are separated from Bai, the person who can be with him, I only think about you." 」

"We can tell you that it's because we think of you as our own. Talking to you two nerds, sometimes you have to get straight to the point, and even then, you may not understand what I mean. This bothers me a lot. After speaking, Fan Wuxu smiled beautifully.

I was a little stunned, and subconsciously pinched my face, wondering if some of Fang Cai's words were auditory hallucinations, and whether the laughter was an illusion.

In fact, everything is real.

"Feels like a dream?"

"Well, yes. Dahei, you don't know, in fact, I'm very entangled. Tears flowed down their own cheeks: "I knew you had a good relationship when I met you, and I never thought of intervening in your midst, really, you have to trust me. 」

Fan Wuxu muttered, and nodded at the same time.

"When I found that I was getting closer and closer to Uncle Xiaobai, I realized that there was something wrong, and I thought about it many times before I figured it out. I raised my eyes and found that Fan Wuxu was listening to me very seriously, and the coldness on his face was replaced by gentleness.

I continued, "Then I told myself that I would never let anyone know, including myself. I'm going to make you two the same way you used to be. 」

Fan Wuxuan couldn't help but not shoot Zou Zhou, and said with a smile: "All this is what I expected. 」

"Huh?!"

Fan Wuxu then smiled again: "Your mind can't hide from my eyes. Because you and I do have a cold war, contradictions, and quarrels with Bai. But it's all gone, and from the moment you moved out of the Temple of Impermanence, I began to understand that the relationship between the two of you is more than what it seems. 」

"Now it's better for us to speak clearly than to run away from each other. 」

"Big Black, you're right. 」

"When I say it, my heart is much brighter, and if I think about it, so do you. 」

When I said this, I suddenly felt a lot more comfortable.

"Just one point, you two don't show affection in the future. 」

「？」

Fan Wusu smiled silently.

I asked weakly, "Dahei, did you tell me that Uncle Xiaobai fell in love with him?"

Fan Wusu shrugged his shoulders, smiled slyly, put his hands on the sides of the chair, stood up, threw away a speculative look, and left the room.

As for the two people in the kitchen, there were no two people as Fan Wusu expected, so when the two walked out shoulder to shoulder, they were not surprised at all.

However, the open mouth could not be closed, and there was no explanation, pretending not to know anything, and sitting down reflexively.

As soon as Yaksha saw me, he immediately buried his head in shame, kept a distance of one and a half meters, bowed forty-five degrees, and said with sincerity:

"I'm sorry, Zou Zhou, it's me who is a bastard, I'm sorry!"

Xie Bi'an walked up to me, smiled and pointed to his face, and then to Yaksha.

When Yaksha looked up, I suddenly understood. That face was like a cat face, but it was a black cat.

I didn't hear my voice, and the Yaksha didn't raise his head, but continued to hunch his waist, saying the word sorry in his mouth.

"I'm fine. 」

Yaksha relaxed a lot and straightened up, looking embarrassed, "Anyway, it's me bastard, I'll never drink again. 」

"You have to swear to God that you won't drink a drop of wine from now on!" I said in passing.

Yaksha swore in front of us, and when he finished speaking, his black face was also red and behind the root of his ear.

"Yaksha, it's not over yet!" a horizontal eye was thrown away.

Yaksha secretly felt that something was wrong.

"From this day onwards you must be my servant and serve me!"

As soon as the words came out, I felt so strange that I wanted to change my words, but when I saw the two of them laughing so badly, I simply waited for Yaksha's answer.

"Yes, I promise you. Yaksha turned to the side with a red face. At this moment, I only feel that the wine is really a scourge to myself.

"Well, that's good, I really want to eat roasted sweet potatoes right now, you can help me go out and buy three servings." I really wanted to eat there, but it was just a joke, to relax myself, not to be embarrassed in front of the Yakshas.

When Yaksha heard this, he believed it, put down his previous lofty posture, and said yes and headed for the door.

Fan Wuxu couldn't help laughing, and shouted: "Come back, Zou Zhou, she is joking with you." I'm going to say one thing next. 」