txolops Chapter 33 Maintenance [VIP]
Chapter 33 Maintenance [VIP]
Ning Sui finally came to his senses.
He looked at the thread that would have slipped out of his control if it wasn't tied at the base of his fingers, and the sleeves that were too wide and almost turned into water sleeves.
Not to mention the boots that he fell off at some point, the clothes that completely covered his legs and left a long hem, and even the robe that slipped off his shoulders——
He got smaller.
Zhou He gathered his outer robe for him, but it was not easy to close this thing.
The adult Ning Sui wore a robe that just fit, and it fell on the current Ning Sui, so it was more than a little bigger.
Zhou He fiddled with it for a while, and found that there was really no way to maintain Ning Sui's upright image, so he could only hold back his smile and rub the child's head, whose face was so tense and hard that his lips were pursed unconsciously.
So cute.
Zhou He looked at Ning Sui whose coat had slipped down between his shoulders and arms. Even his black inner coat was baggy, and his fair skin could be revealed with just a simple movement.
He thought the kid was really cute.
It's not just the little one who can be held in his arms so cute when he was a child.
And this reaction, this non-threatening air-conditioning.
Zhou He endured and endured, and finally couldn't hold back and asked: "If I kiss you now, you won't think I'm a pervert, will you?"
Ning Sui, whose mind was already in a daze: "..."
He finally regained his sanity, stared at Zhou He coldly, and said in a milky voice, "Yes."
After hearing this, Zhou He's desire to kiss became stronger.
After hearing this, Ning Sui's desire to not speak became even stronger.
"Okay." Zhou He rubbed his head, shaking his head slightly with the palm of his hand: "I will try my best to bear it."
Ning Sui said indifferently: "...it is necessary."
Zhou He was very generous: "Okay, okay."
After he finished perfunctory Ning Sui, he looked up at those black groups again, and when he saw Zhou He appearing, those black energy and resentment quickly dissipated in the air again.
Zhou He only had time to catch some shadows, but he really didn't intend to make a move now.
The charm this time is really special, the one with real intelligence has not been drawn out yet.
Besides, Zhou He's mind is now full of thoughts on the person in his arms, even if the sky falls, he doesn't have the heart to take care of it.
He is not Ning Sui, unlike Ning Sui who can distinguish priorities and is a wise king.
Ever since Zhou He thought about Ning Sui, he knew very well that he was a complete fool.
The scene of laughing at the beauties and playing with the feudal princes was nothing to him.
Seeing that the resentment disappeared again, Ning Sui was not in a hurry, he just lightly kicked Zhou He's chest with his leg, and said indifferently, "How long are you going to hug?"
Zhou He's heart felt itchy and soft after being kicked by him.
Why didn't he find out that the kid still had such little tricks before?
"For the rest of my life." He didn't back down, and looked at Ning Sui with bent eyes: "I don't mind."
Ning Sui looked at him expressionlessly, then heard Zhou He slowly add: "Besides, can you leave now that you are put down?"
good question.
Ning Sui looked down at his sleeves that were about to mop the floor and the hem of his clothes that were sure to be mopping the floor, and finally gave up on himself and put away his string, and Zhou He supported him.
Looking at his sullen little face, Zhou He felt cute, and his tone was unconsciously smiling and gentle: "Then do you want to go back to the temple?"
Although Ning Sui felt uncomfortable with his appearance like this, he really didn't have a good face, and he even asked seriously: "Why didn't you come back? Have you found a way to get out?"
Zhou He spread his hands: "No."
Ning Sui looked at him.
Zhou He raised his eyebrows, and carried him towards the temple: "The formation is still there, and this charm has something to do with those children."
He paused: "I wandered around the town, and there are no children under the age of ten in this town."
Ning Sui thought it was true.
He was thinking about the current clues with downcast eyes, trying to connect them together, when Zhou He answered with a smile: "But now there are."
Ning Sui: "..."
He raised his eyes coldly and glanced at Zhou He.
Zhou He still couldn't hold it back, and put his free hand on the back of his head, and his wide palm easily covered the entire back of his head. He lowered his head and kissed his forehead lightly, his movements were gentle and reverent.
This kind of kiss without any lust/desire is up to him, and Ning Sui can't refuse no matter what.
He could only curl his fingers and lift the thread tightly without saying a word.
Zhou He's palm swept across the back of his neck and landed on his hand, pinching his half-shrunk hand into his own: "Don't always trouble yourself."
He slowly stroked his hand and walked on the deserted street: "Don't always be so cruel. I will feel bad."
Zhou He's eyes fell on his right hand with many more bruises, he lowered his head to hold his hand and gently rubbed his lips against the bruises on his hand, which made Ning Sui frowned subconsciously.
Zhou He's lips were soft and moist, as hot as fire.
Ning Sui was born left-handed, so he couldn't use his right hand except for manipulating the wire lifting.
In addition, in order to maintain the sensitivity of his fingers to lifting the thread, Ning Sui has always paid attention to protecting his hands when not fighting, so no matter how scarred his right hand is, it belongs to Yanshi's hand.
Zhou He's warm breath and scorching kiss came down, and Ning Sui who was scratching couldn't help but think of the kiss he was pressed against the altar.
This made him almost subconsciously touch the wound on the corner of his mouth.
Only then did he finally understand what was agitating in his body when he watched Zhou He bite off the white moon ball with his hand that day at the Fulai Inn in Yuezhou.
This made Ning Sui, who had never thought about love affairs, even more silent.
The delusional thought he had back then was just to let Zhou He hold his hand and gently blow his wound.
I want Zhou He to make him a bowl of fish soup noodles every day, I want Zhou He to take gauze and wound medicine to treat his wounds every time I go back to the mountain in the middle of the night, I want to see Zhou He smile at him, I want to see Zhou He take care of him Maintain his puppet.
And all of this originated from the fact that he and Zhou He saw a little girl accidentally tripping over a stone and hurting herself at the foot of the mountain that night. Zhou He went up to help the little girl up, coaxing her softly so that She shed tears again, and patiently asked her where she lived and why she came here...
Ning Sui still remembered that he was actually standing a little far away.
But Xuanshi's eyesight allowed him to clearly see all of Zhou He's expressions.
He just watched silently.
The next day, tired of repairing the puppet, he fell asleep in Zhou He's room, and perhaps Zhou He moved him to the bed.
Anyway, he fell asleep with the faint scent of incense on Zhou He's body all the time, and had a dream that night.
He dreamed that Zhou He was carefully treating the wound for him, and then he held his hand and raised his head and smiled at him, with a gentle expression beyond the teacher-disciple relationship.
When Ning Sui woke up, he didn't wash up for morning exercise as usual, but buried his head in Zhou He's pillow and sniffed it.
Then he realized that he had done something terrible, so he left Wugui Mountain in embarrassment that day, and never went back.
Ning Sui just quietly looked at Zhou He's profile.
Only then did he suddenly have an idea.
When did Zhou He start to like him?
When did the resurrection start to be planned?
Just as Ning Sui was thinking about it, he saw Zhou He put down his hand, and the moment the night wind blew up, it instantly dissipated the temperature left by Zhou He on his hand.
Ning Sui seemed to pause for a moment, but he didn't look at it, and didn't say anything. He just looked expressionlessly at Zhou He, whose eyes moved to him.
Zhou He smiled and asked, "Is it good-looking? Do you still like it?"
Knowing that Zhou He wanted to tease him and listen to his love words, but for Ning Sui, these things really couldn't be said.
Not because of shyness.
It's just that his character has never been to put his emotions on the surface and let others see.
Even people close to them can't see it.
Besides, Zhou He had already guessed his liking anyway, and also knew what he cared about, so Ning Sui didn't feel the need to say anything.
So Ning Sui just looked at him.
Zhou He sighed helplessly: "Okay, if you can watch it for so long, then you think you like it."
Ning Sui didn't answer these words at all, but his left hand was still on Zhou He's shoulder.
Zhou He raised his eyebrows, and noticed that Ning Sui's originally tense body relaxed a little bit.
He turned his head slightly to look at Ning Sui, and saw that Ning Sui had half-closed his eyes, looking at his lack of energy: "Want to sleep?"
"I don't want to sleep." Ning Sui paused, but in the end he put his head on Zhou He's shoulder in a self-defeating manner: "Tired."
At this moment, Zhou He suddenly felt that Ning Sui's soul was either incomplete or not.
In this way, Ningning can resist him for the rest of his life.
But his Ning Ning is not weak at all.
Ning Sui is indeed a born mystic teacher.
This was not caused by Wu Biao, but because of his strength.
When Zhou He accompanied Ning Sui to eliminate demons for the first time, he felt that Ning Sui was the king of the world.
Even if it was him, he would be willing to bow down to Ning Sui.
Although he really wanted Ning Sui to stay in his arms for the rest of his life, it wasn't necessary.
Zhou He gently touched his head.
Because his Ning Ning likes Yanshu and enjoys every moment of catching demons and eliminating evil.
He didn't say or express, but it didn't mean Zhou He didn't know.
As soon as Zhou He stepped into the temple with Ning Sui in his arms, he heard Ming Candlehead analyzing it to Chen Widow: "The dragon chant on your body before, I feel very familiar, it feels like deja vu, maybe I have heard it before. back."
He was about to say something more, when Widow Chen looked at Zhou He, his eyes lit up: "Brother He! You are back! I told you something happened!"
Mingzhu was directly interrupted: "..."
Why is the priest more important than your own affairs?
Chen Widow just wanted to say why Brother Ning went out to look for you, why didn't he see anyone coming back with you, so his eyes fell on Ning Sui who was being held in Zhou He's arms.
It was getting late, and although there were candles in the temple, it was not bright.
Chen Widow only felt that the robe of the child who had stolen the adult's clothes looked familiar, so he tentatively asked: "...Then what, Brother He, you and Brother Ning have children?"
Ning Sui, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, heard the words, opened his eyes and turned his head, looking at Widow Chen coldly.
The appearance of Ning Sui when he was a child is actually not very similar to when he grew up.
When Ning Sui was young, he was born short of the month, and later he didn't breastfeed, so he was born just in time for the national mother's funeral, so he was emaciated and pitiful.
If it weren't for that skinny little face that was always sullen, I would have thought it was a poor kid who couldn't eat.
Ning Sui was not handsome when he was a child, but he could barely catch some shadow of the future from his eyebrows and eyes.
But then Ning Sui grew taller and began to develop.
The longer a person is, the better. Although he is silent and stern, he is indeed born well.
He is like his birth mother.
And his biological mother was also a famous beauty back then.
When Ning Sui glanced over, Widow Chen scratched his head foolishly: "The eyes of Brother Ning are quite similar, and I can tell it's your biological child at a glance."
Zhou He felt Ning Sui's hand on his shoulder tighten slightly, he looked at Ning Sui's expressionless face, and asked the silly boy with a smile: "How do two men have a baby?"
Widow Chen was obviously also questioned.
He hesitated for a moment: "...Maybe our profound masters are very talented?"
Zhou He raised his eyebrows, and Ning Sui finally spoke: "Are you a fool?"
His tone was so cold and hard that Chen Widow felt familiar seriously.
Chen Widow shrank her neck, and shouted tremblingly: "...Brother Ning?"
Ning Sui coldly withdrew his gaze.
Now Widow Chen is even more sure that this is him, Brother Ning.
After Chen Widow was shocked, he felt that he had understood something: "Is this the reason why there are suddenly more ghosts?"
The name Zhou He was really good, and Ning Sui's first reaction was that they had seen the real charm.
But if they really saw each other, Widow Chen wouldn't be so calm, besides, mystic masters wouldn't use the word "ghost", most of them would use "resentment".
So Ning Sui frowned and looked at Zhou He.
Zhou He twisted his fingers thoughtfully: "There are no children under the age of ten here, which means that children under the age of ten are considered dead here. You are getting smaller now, I'm afraid it's not physically, but The real age. So your place has been filled, and the one who filled it should be the ghost transformed by Mei."
Ning Sui didn't answer, but Chen Widow asked, "Why is it considered dead if you are under ten years old?"
He scratched his head: "Does this have any special meaning?"
Zhou He nodded: "Good question, now I have to ask Mei."
He paused, turned his head and looked outside the door: "Or ask this follower."
Chen Widow let out an "ah" and looked over there, only to see that it was pitch black, with no one in sight.
He was just about to ask Zhou He to stop teasing him, so he heard Ming Zhu answer with great interest: "Is this going to be hidden? Is it because I am afraid that I will be able to go out?"
Widow Chen: "?"
Is there really anyone?
But the man still didn't show up, so Ning Sui flicked the thread without hesitation, and flew directly towards the door. His thread was clean and fast, and before the person hiding at the door had time to react, his own A piece of clothing was nailed to the ground and could not be pulled out.
He wailed: "Are you really Yanshi? Your thread lifting is better than other swordsmen's swords!"
Ning Sui didn't even look at him.
The three present here are all bosses, and Chen Widow knew that at this time, he was the only one who wanted to go out to see who was following them.
So Chen Widow didn't wait for Zhou He to look at him, she jumped off the altar and ran to the man in a hurry.
The person who was nailed to the ground before was also a child, probably about eight or nine years old. He looked small, but the tone of his voice was not small.
Moreover, the clothes on this man's body seemed familiar to Chen Widow, so he asked a little more: "Are you also a mysterious master?"
"What are you?" The child snorted, "I am your elder! This old man will be in his fifties this year!"
Chen Widow thought that you belonged to me alone, and the remaining three were not several times or dozens of times older than you.
The child raised his head: "I am a mysterious master from the Taoist sect in the capital!"
It stands to reason that if the young man who was watching from the sidelines heard what he said, he must have rushed forward to please him, staring into his eyes.
Even if they are not young people, the mysterious masters next to him will feel a little more awe and respect when they hear this sentence.
After all, the three places with the most reputation among Xuanshi nowadays are Xuanmen in the capital, Wushan where Zhou He’s senior brother is located, and two masters and apprentices are already dead, and the other is rumored to have fought against the Black Jiao for [-] rounds. The Mountain of No Return is also dead.
Chen Widow is also from the Taoist sect of the capital, but he only dares to call himself a disciple of the Taoist sect of the capital, not a master.
These two titles have a lot of skills, and those with poor skills are also much worse.
Even the youngest young master of the Yu family who is the most talented of his generation in the Taoist sect of the capital, who can go through twenty tricks under the hands of Princess Zhu Xie, dares to call himself a disciple.
If this profound master from the capital had come to Chen Widow earlier and said this to Chen Widow, Chen Widow would have been able to satisfy his imagination and be amazed and admired.
But the current Widow Chen is no longer the Widow Chen of yesterday.
He knew there was something dragon in him.
He has also seen that the things in his body have shocked people and demons so much that they can't survive or die.
So Chen Widow said "Oh" very calmly.
He directly widened the eyes of this profound master in the capital.
But even more irritating were the three in the room.
One sat in the corner far away from those two, but looked at them with wide eyes and interest, as if seeing something extraordinary, like seeing a erotic palace.
As for those two, it is even more excessive.
The standing one was hugging the mysterious master who he saw shrinking with his own eyes, and the black-clothed mysterious master frowned as if he didn't listen to what they were saying: "You can let me down."
The mysterious master who was wearing a crane to imitate the Taoist leader of no return asked him with a casual smile: "You don't want to be with me so much? Is it because I'm uncomfortable holding you? Then I change my position?"
Profound Master of the capital: "...?"
Ning Sui looked at him expressionlessly.
Zhou He raised his free hand, and taking advantage of Ning Sui's free hand, he pinched the thin layer of flesh on his face: "Hey, I'm not afraid of what others will say."
Ning Sui subconsciously wanted to slap his hand away, but his right hand controlled the thread lifting, and his left hand supported Zhou He's shoulder.
He thought that Zhou He wouldn't fall if he didn't help him from left to right, so he raised his left hand decisively.
In the end, for some reason, it was obviously fine before, but this time when he let go, he leaned back.
An almost instinctive reaction made Ning Sui support Zhou He's shoulder again, and even unconsciously hooked his hand around Zhou He's neck.
Zhou He was even more satisfied: "Well, this posture is indeed better."
Ning Sui: "..."
He looked at the smiling person indifferently, but he still didn't let go of his neck.
The two of them stopped chatting, and Widow Chen dared to speak: "Brother He, Brother Ning, what's wrong with this man?"
The master of the capital said that he is over 50 this year, and he might not be bad in Taoism. Widow Chen is not sure if he knows what Ning Sui looks like.
If only I knew...
Chen Widow squatted in front of this mysterious master and thought seriously.
Should he be a conscientious younger brother and help the two fathers get rid of his fellow disciples first?
Ning Sui and Zhou He didn't know what the unlucky boy was thinking about breaking the law, Zhou He only glanced at them, and sat on the altar with Ning Sui in his arms, Ning Sui also took back his string.
Zhou He didn't let go of Ning Sui, but instead let Ning Sui sit on his lap.
Ning Sui's head rested on his chest, and his whole body was wrapped in his arms.
In normal times, Ning Sui would definitely not let Zhou He do what he did.
But this illusion made him shrink not only in size, he was truly influenced by himself when he was a child.
The combination of Ning Sui at that time and Ning Sui now would indulge Zhou He's behavior in silence.
Because he has different thoughts about Zhou He, he longs for contact with Zhou He, but he will not retreat like his adult self to protect Zhou He's reputation.
Children, after all, are still willful.
Besides, Ning Sui's spirit is indeed not very good.
The battle just now, as well as the excessive thinking, made his incomplete soul feel the load.
He could indeed fall asleep if he wanted to.
He just stubbornly felt that there was no need for the dead to fall asleep.
waste time.
And even if he sleeps, it can't change the fact that his incomplete soul makes him tired easily.
But Zhou He put his chin on his head, let him lean into his arms, and said to him softly: "If you are tired, don't force yourself, I will write it down for you You said, children need to sleep to grow taller."
Ning Sui looked up at him expressionlessly, and Zhou He took advantage of the opportunity to kiss him between the eyebrows, and then smiled softly.
Ning Sui didn't understand.
Is it that fun to tease him?
He lowered his eyes to Zhou He again, but the eyes were still half closed.
Then he heard Zhou He ask the profound master of the capital: "Since you're here to share information, there's no need to hide it, right?"
Master Jingcheng looked at Zhou He and Ning Sui with a strange look: "...when I turned nine years old, how old were you?"
Zhou He answered for Ning Sui: "It should be when I was six years old."
Master Jingcheng didn't believe it: "I asked him, and he was so big when he was six years old? This is about the same age as my three or four-year-old little doll."
Ning Sui didn't even raise his eyelids, Zhou He twirled Ning Sui's hair in circles with his fingers, and said casually: "Let's not say that I brought him up with my own hands, I'm afraid he is bigger than his biological father." Learn about his developmental stages."
He smiled slightly, with a cold look in his eyes: "Just say that if you want to talk about something, I don't mind letting you fall back to the three or four years old you want."
After hearing this, Ning Sui closed his eyes, and finally relaxed his body, leaning against Zhou He, and calmed down his breathing.
In fact, he didn't care that much.
He has heard this kind of thing a lot, saying that he is too thin, like a devil's child.
Said he looked unhealthy, as if he was going to die at any moment.
Said he looked dead.
It is true that he is a prince.
But because of this, the more people who knew him, the more discussions there would be.
Ning Sui would also feel uncomfortable at first.
At that time, after all, he was only a child of a few years old, and he knew how to feel uncomfortable.
It's just that he doesn't care.
Because he knew from birth that he was a born mystic master, and his duty was to kill all evil spirits in the world.
But this does not mean that he will not be indifferent to Zhou He's care and maintenance.
He doesn't care if Zhou He doesn't give it to him.
Zhou He gave it to him, and he could quietly see some sweetness from it.
The author has something to say:
small theater:
later,
Ning Ning: Indulging in lust hurts the body.
Hehe: Didn't Chen Zhi say that Xuanshi might be able to give birth to children differently?I think you like children very much, why don't we try to have one?
Ning Ning: ...Where is Widow Chen now?
A certain silly child successfully found an excuse for Hehe to indulge in lust.
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