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Chapter 18

He didn't take the leg bone from the snake, but just held the delicate Lingshan flower to it and smiled: "This flower... how did Madam get it, can you tell me?"

The human snake stared at his smiling eyes for a while, and then his eyes slowly fell on the flower he held up with the stem between his fingers.

Pink and white finger covers and light-colored knuckles and finger pads.

It hesitated for a while, then reached out and twirled the flower.

Its palms are broad, its fingers are well-articulated, and its nails are very different from humans. They are hard, pale and sharp, with slightly raised tips. They are weapons of beasts.

Gently touching the back of Song Yuan's hand was cold and smooth.

It twirled the spirit mountain with a smile, lowered its eyes and stared at it for a while, then raised it to look at Song Yuan, then lowered its face silently.

The smile on Song Yuan's face was stared at by it a little bit, and he wanted to say something, but the human snake turned around and quickly left.

Song Yuan looked at its snow-white snake tail that quickly disappeared.

The climate here is harsh and the population is sparsely populated, but it has cultivated a pure and kind heart.

He boldly observed the snake's face carefully, and found that it still had changes in expression, except for the blinking eyes, its brows would tremble slightly, and the corners of its lips seemed to change.

Such a change greatly dispelled Song Yuan's fear.

Although it looks strange, but every part of its birth is beautiful, and it can sympathize with people.

But soon he knew that he was always naive.

Song Yuan couldn't remember what happened after he fainted that day, but only remembered a vague dream about Xuexue.

Xie and Ruan came separately later, but they only said to help him to bed, and did not call the doctor to come in response to his words.

The strange thing is that the expressions of these two people are a little subtle, and they don't seem to be very happy.

Ruan Chengxing also secretly asked him about Xuexue, but Song Yuan was very wary of this, and lowered his face after asking a few more questions, pretending to be tired and asking him back.

Xie Dianyi didn't talk much, and often just asked about some daily necessities. Song Yuan never knew that he had such a free time before, and he even asked about clothes.

Although he felt it was weird, Song Yuan hesitated for a moment, and then confessed with some embarrassment: "When I just came back, I found some clothes in the closet in the bedroom. Maybe they were left by the guests when the sect was staying. I borrowed it as an emergency, but now I think it’s inappropriate, I don’t know who it is..."

Before he finished speaking, Xie Dianyi frowned slightly, his gaze fell on the plum tree branch in the courtyard, and he said in a low voice: "It's not a distinguished guest, but it's for you. If you like it, you can keep it, and if you don't like it, you can change it."

He is not fierce, and his expression is very plain. At first glance, although he is wearing a burning red dress, his eyebrows are black and white, his eyebrows are trimmed and his eyelashes are thick, his eyes are as deep as ink, like a brush strokes, only his lips are rosy, but that's all. With a touch of Danzhu, he was very glamorous in his life, and his aggressive aura had to be restrained a lot, so that Song Yuan had the courage to sit down and talk to him in a normal way.

Xie Dianyi has a bad temper and a sharp tongue, but he doesn't treat himself badly.

A monk looks like a god, but his heart may not be better than that of ordinary people. Song Yuan has heard of brothers who turned against each other because of the favor of the master, and also seen brothers who were jealous for a while and wanted to kill the younger brother for a lifetime. Nothing new, such old repertoires are repeated.

At least, Xie Dianyi took good care of him when he was young, and they spent many years in the cold night of Shuangyun Tower together.

At least, when senior brother Xie Dianyi heard that the monk from Mount Fanjing wanted to escape to Buddhism, he could lift the desk and draw his sword at Buddha.

Song Yuan doesn't have high demands on his senior brother, his resentment comes slowly but quickly, and he always remembers the good of others.

But in fact, it's just because he doesn't care about it, whether it's a matter or a person.

Hearing this, Song Yuan guessed, "It was arranged by the Deacon's Hall." He remembered that there were a few good horses in it that he could recognize, but he didn't expect the Deacon's Hall to do things so neatly.

Song Yuan has a little problem that he doesn't even notice.

Once others value him more, he will show a hint of imperceptible happiness.

Just like at this moment, his eyes are lowered, but his eyes are flickering with joy, and the soft little hair on his hairline is slightly swaying.

Many people have this problem, such as some second sons and bastards in the family who are not cared about.

Xie Dianyi watched silently, moved his lips, but couldn't speak in the end.

He knew that in Song Yuan's heart, his fame might not make him happier than Deacon Hall.

So he started another topic: "Are you... still used to the flying boat of the sect?"

Song Yuan was a little dazed. When he came back, he took the flying boat that he could take after handing over the spirit stones. Naturally, the Zongmen flying boat would only be better than the flying boat that transported goods.

Xie Dianyi has never lost his cultivation. When he was the weakest young man, he bit and attacked to vent his anger. His noble background made him accustomed to living a luxurious life. He could bear it for the time being, but the object was Song Yuan, so he took a sip of tea and worried. Said: "Why don't you go with me on Yangfeng?"

The Yangfeng came from the hands of the elder Wu Huazong, the leader of the Middle Earth Ware School. It was the coronation ceremony in the year Xie Dianyi was crowned. Nearly [-] rooms, like a flying mansion of a wealthy family, cost a lot of money to drive.

In the year when Xie Dian was dressed and crowned, Song Yuan had been separated from him for a long time, but he also heard that this flying boat was never allowed to set foot on the second person except to serve his wife, let alone use it as a tool.

He boldly looked over to convey confusion, but Xie Dianyi misunderstood, worried that he would not be with him.

There will always be a day when sins are paid.

Xie Dianyi hesitated for a moment, avoided his gaze, drank the tea in the cup, and said in a low voice: "If you are worried...you feel unwell, you can live alone, and I will tell my servants to take care of you."

Seeing him like this, Song Yuan felt strange.

But he quickly thought, after all, it was seven years, maybe Xie Dianyi or anyone else had changed during his absence.

However, turning Bailian Steel into soft fingers is really a bit curious.

So he avoided this difficult question, and asked hesitantly: "Brother, what major event has happened in the sect when I... have not been here these years?" In fact, he asked a few disciples from the outer sect who came to deliver things , but the knowledge of the outer sect is limited, and now these are mostly new disciples, so I didn't ask anything.

Xie Dianyi almost thought that he knew all about it, and the matter of Chan Siya was clearly not rumored, but seeing Song Yuan's eyes were clearly confused, so he turned his face away: "No."

Maybe it's been a long time, awe wears away, or Xie Dianyi's gentle attitude is timid, Song Yuan smiled and offered him some tea: "What about the beautiful and beautiful family of senior brother, when did you get married?"

The Bishui fairy in Xifangjian was gentle and amiable. He remembered that Xie Dianyi made a special trip home to meet her a few times.

When he said this, it really added fuel to the fire, but he was ignorant, and there was still a gentle smile on the corner of his lips.

Xie Dianyi picked up the teacup before he finished pouring it, and drank it like a cow chewing a peony. He was about to put it down heavily, but seeing Song Yuan's shocked expression, he knew that his face must be ugly.

So his face became more and more ugly.

The bottom of the cup hit the holder with barely a sound.

"Never ordered."

His heart is really soft.

Now he is still willing to talk to himself gently.

He is also really cruel.

After breaking up with himself, he refused to give up at all.

Xie Dianyi, the young master of the Donghuo Sect, tore up the engagement letter made by the family on the spot, disgraced the two families, and spread rumors in the south, Xie Dianyi never returned to the sect in March.

Although the style of the teacher's family should be cautious in words and deeds, but in private, the disciples always have news circulating, and they can know it by asking clearly.

Song Yuan didn't know it.

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So cool.

At that time, who did Yuan Yuan get close to?

bingo, little bad dog Ruan Chengxing!

It's time for the big brother to beat up the little one for love.

Pure young snake snow: I send him flowers to court

Pure Young Snake Snow: He sent me flowers...

Pure Young Snake Snow: Thank you wife

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