[Comprehensive Master Chu Liuxiang Mobile Games] The Taoist priest is crossing

Chapter 89

In a small courtyard, Mo Yu recuperates in one room, while Yan Qingping and Fang Siming live in another room opposite.

When Fang Siming came back from feeding the dog, he saw Yan Qingping sitting on the roof of the two of them and waving at him, with two small wine jars in his other hand.

Fang Siming understood, put down the drowsy puppy Panda, jumped up to the roof, and sat beside Yan Qingping.

Yan Qingping handed him a jar of wine.

"Why do you suddenly want to drink?" Fang Siming patted the wine jar away.

"It's been a long time since I've had a drink, and Mo Yu fell asleep again. I'm just idle." Yan Qingping smiled, touched Fang Siming's with the jar, and took a sip of wine.

The wine is Zhuyeqing brewed by Yan Qingping himself, which is refreshing and intoxicating.

Fang Siming took a sip and didn't speak.

The wind blew, bringing a depressing fragrance.

"Magnolia blossoms." Yan Qingping stretched out his hand, and a petal that should have fallen to the ground fell into his palm.

"What do you want to say?" Fang Siming didn't look at him, and took another sip of wine.

"I... just find it incredible." Yan Qingping let go of the petal and turned to look at Fang Siming.

"Oh?"

"Seeing this kid Mo Yu today, I suddenly remembered that you were in the past." Yan Qingping sighed and drank, "It's written all over me that I'm not a good person. Don't come close to me. There will be no good end for me. We are destined to be enemies."

Fang Siming's drinking hand froze.

"Look at him, and then look at you now." Yan Qingping tilted his head, staring straight at Fang Siming's peerless face, "I really think it's incredible."

Fang Siming turned to look at him.

The white hair reflected dazzling light in the sun, and the dark golden pupils under the long snow-white eyelashes seemed to occupy the sky full of stars.The thin lips were stained with wine, and they were moist red.

He sat here quietly, within reach.When Yan Qingping looked at him, he saw the whole world.

"I never thought... that I could really own you." Yan Qingping drank the last sip of wine from the wine jar, put it aside casually, then leaned forward, closing the distance.

"Siming..." His voice became hoarse, and he stroked that flawless face with one hand, caressing it bit by bit.

"I've watched it for so many years, and haven't seen enough?" Fang Siming smiled lowly, and grabbed the hand.

"No matter how much you can see, you won't be able to see enough in this life, and you won't be able to see enough in your next life." Yan Qingping wrapped his arms around him, covered his thin lips, and kissed him delicately.

"Bang Dang" - the wine jar in Fang Siming's hand fell off the roof and shattered into pieces.The rich aroma of wine mixed with magnolia fragrance invaded their minds.The hand that was holding the wine jar was already wrapped around Yan Qingping's waist.

"Hey, who threw things down from the roof?" Mo Yu was awakened by the smell of wine, pushed the door out, and looked up to see the two men who rescued him sitting on the roof and hugging each other.

"...you don't pay attention in broad daylight." Mo Yu supported the door, his lazy voice was weak.

Hearing his voice, the two slowly separated.

It's really not the right time to wake up.Fang Siming thought to himself, and withdrew his hand that slipped into Yan Qingping's clothes at some point.

Yan Qingping gave Fang Siming a teasing look, Shi Shiran straightened his clothes and fastened his girdle.He usually wears conservative and abstinent clothes, the clothes are wrapped up to the neck, not even showing his collarbone, he looks cold and unreasonable at first glance.But now, he is slowly tidying up his open skirt, and the emotion after the kiss on his usually cold facial features is simply like a fairy.

At least Fang Siming thought so, his golden eyes darkened a degree.

"Didn't Mr. Mo avoid it too?" Yan Qingping wrapped himself up again and jumped off the roof, "Is there something wrong?"

"Are you taking care of the food? I'm hungry." Mo Yu said honestly.

"It's not time for dinner yet, there are dog biscuits now, do you want one?" Yan Qingping was silent for a while.

Mo Yu: "Huh?"

Fang Siming also jumped off the roof, with a playful look on his face: "Someone is here, it looks like he's looking for someone."

He just saw a young man with a high ponytail riding anxiously into the small village, and then asked the village uncle about the situation.

Mo Yu's hand gripping the door frame was tight: "Cut, the ghosts linger. How many are here?"

At worst, go crazy and let the two die together - he lowered his head, with a vicious look on his face.There was a faint red light in his eyes.

"One." Fang Siming raised his eyebrows.The child who inquired about the situation should also be found.

Yan Qingping understood, and silently stood by the side watching the play.

Mo Yu was stunned.

The sound of horseshoes sounded at the gate of the courtyard.The visitor hurriedly knocked on the courtyard door, and pushed the door open regardless of politeness.

"Someone...Brother Yu!" The visitor was dressed in strong clothes, handsome and sunny, with a long sword and a big ponytail in great spirits.But his face was full of anxiety.

Seeing Mo Yu who was standing holding the door, he rushed over in surprise.

"Brother Yu! Great, you're fine!"

"...Silly maomao?" Mo Yu raised his head in astonishment, "Why are you here?"

"Brother Yu! You scared me to death!" Maomao, who was Mu Xuanying, did not answer Mo Yu's question, but hugged him in his arms.

Mo Yu's face darkened: "Let go, do you want me to die?"

"I'm sorry Brother Yu, I'm too excited." Mu Xuanying let him go, "Are you seriously injured?"

"I……"

"Tsk tsk tsk... It's broad daylight, so be careful." Yan Qingping chuckled.

Mo Yu rolled his eyes: "We are different."

Only then did Maomao take his eyes off his weak Brother Yu, "You guys saved Brother Yu? I'm in the Haoqi League, Mu Xuanying, thank you two for saving my life!"

Yan Qingping's sword eyebrows were raised high, and his eyes drifted to Mo Yu who was behind Mao Mao.If these two people are not a bit tricky, he will eat dog biscuits.

"It's a little effort. But you two, are you friends? I didn't expect the young leader of the Haoqi League to have such a good relationship with Mo Yu, the little lunatic from the Valley of the Evil." Yan Qingping pointed.

"It's a good friend. Brother Yu is the person I trust the most." Maomao looked serious, "Although he has devoted himself to the Valley of the Wicked, I know that Brother Yu will never think of doing evil."

"Oh, it's friendship." Yan Qingping looked serious, and glanced at Fang Siming with a faint smile in his eyes.

Fang Siming also felt that their friendship was somewhat familiar - a long time ago, he also thought that he and the little idiot were friends.

Mo Yu was behind Maomao, lip-synthesizing them.

——Don't talk nonsense, you two, he hasn't gotten the hang of it yet.

Oh, you just got the hang of it.Yan Qingping understood.

"Let's chat, I'm going to cook." Yan Qingping dragged Fang Siming away.How should I put it... He thinks these two can be done.

After they left, Mo Yu's face suddenly became serious: "How did you know something happened to me? I'm traveling in secret this time..."

"Brother Yu, listen to me." Maomao helped Mo Yu back to the room and let him lie back on the bed, "You have been plotted this time, and the whole world knows that something happened to you. I was worried that you would sneak out of……"

Mo Yu: "!"

The author has something to say: there will be a chapter later in the evening

Then go to the new cover hehehe