Chapter 152: Master, Look Mei Hanxue

The proprietress had just released the bolt and yawned as she stretched lazily, ready to do her business. She was sleepy-eyed when she suddenly saw a tall, handsome man standing in front of her shop in the bright morning light, clearly in a dignified, pine like posture, deserving of a sword and a knife, walking through the market in a cold and clear manner, ignoring no one.

But this handsome man was smiling, his cheeks were lightly swirled and his eyelashes were thick and gentle.

In his arms, he also carried a bamboo basket, not with spirit stones or spell scrolls, but with a basket of fresh fruits and vegetables, apples red, radishes white and fat, lettuce green and verdant leaves poking out, the dew on them crystal clear.

against his handsome face.

The owner's half-hearted yawn froze in place, and she stared blankly at the sight before her of irony and tenderness at the same time, blinking her eyes, unable to return to her senses for half a day.

"Boss Lady"

"Hey Hey, What Does Your Mightiness Want"

"This is it." Mo Ran picked up a pair of light red crystal pendants, "How do I sell them"

"This pair of pendants is made of the finest dragon blood crystal, carved by the craftsmen of the Kunlun Palace.

The owner smiled when she said, "Your Mightiness, since you're looking for a pair, you'll want to have one with your daoist couple. If you buy the pendants, you'll be able to wear them separately, so that you can have fun with them when you're practising together."

Mo Ran originally bought the pendant because she thought that dragon blood crystals were good for warming up a cold body, and that Chu Wanning would wear it to keep the cold away in winter.

But at the owner's words, I was moved to think of Chu Wanning with a pendant around her neck, dripping red from its owner's excessive body heat, like a bead of blood quivering on the tip of a knife.

He coughed softly, "Just this one, wrap it up for me."

After returning to the inn, he put down his miscellaneous things and fished the small paper bag wrapped in dragon blood crystals out of his lapel, where the teardrop-shaped pendants lying there had turned red from his body heat. and hung the other one around his neck.

Having done so, he straightened his lapel to ensure that the pendant would not show before picking up the remaining one and rewrapping it.

He touched his lapel and felt his heart beat a little faster. He had experienced all sorts of ridiculous things in his previous life, but now he was in a panic over this little private secret hidden under his clothes.

"For me."

During the meal, Xue Meng holds the sword spike given to him by Mo Ran with a ghostly look on his face.

"What are you giving me this for? You're not trying to make amends with me for yesterday, are you?"

When it came to last night's incident, Mo Ran, unaware that Chu Wanning was awake, was quite calm and didn't move a muscle.

It was Chu Wanning who was a bit overwhelmed, picking up the cup of tea in front of him and taking several sips of the herbal tea in a disguised manner before he could gather his composure.

Mo Ran laughed with Xue Meng, "What are you thinking? You're the one who messed with me first. I thought it looked good, so I bought it for you to wear."

After a pause, he added, "It's rare to come out together, so you always have to buy something. I bought them for my master and aunts and uncles too, they're all little knick-knacks and not worth much money."

"We have one too," said Mrs. Wong, looking surprised.

"Auntie's is a box of incense wood and powder, and uncle's is a pendant with a folding fan." Mo Ran said, presenting the gifts and finally giving the dragon blood crystal to Chu Wanning, "and this, for the Master."

"What is it?"

"A pendant." Mo Ran's palms were hot and a little sweaty, " The dragon blood crystal stone can repel cold, Linyi is rich in this stone, so I bought it to warm up Master."

Chu Wanning took it. The stone was not expensive, but it worked well. He said, "Many thanks."

"No thanks, Master, put it on and see."

Chu Wanning looked at Mo Ran for a moment, but did not see Mo Ran's intimate and intimate intentions, and naturally wore it around his neck. The light red crystals shone brightly and Xue Meng looked at them and couldn't help but say, "That's nice, it's better than my sword spike. Where did you buy it? I'd like to get one too."

Mo Ran said, "No, it's the only one on the whole stall and I wanted it for myself, but I couldn't get it."

Xue Meng was disappointed, picked up his own sword spike and looked at it, then turned his head to look at the dragon blood crystal around Chu Wanning's neck and muttered, "I don't believe it, Linyi has plenty of this stuff anyway, when we get to Confucianism School, I'll ask Nangong Si, he must have a lot more. I'll ask Nangong Si when we get to Confucianism School.

Mo Ran ignored him, but looked at Chu Wanning, and when he saw that Chu Wanning had put on the pendant and did not put it in against his flesh, but hung it outside his lapel, he could not help but feel a little agitated, and after holding back for a moment, he could not hold back and said, "Master, this pendant is not hanging outside."

"Mmm." "It's going to go inside you." He said, leaning over to help Chu Wanning take the pendant in, and he got too close at once, his breath burning Chu Wanning's ear as he spoke, which Chu Wanning pushed away.

Chu Wanning's eyes were downcast, his expression stern, but Mo Ran looked closer this time, and saw that the edges of Chu Wanning's ears were flushed with the crimson of begonias, so pathetic and lovely that one wanted to kiss them, suck and lick the quivering petals in his mouth.

Mo Ran was a little surprised and wondered why Chu Wanning was blushing.

I don't think I've done anything over the top, so if I'm helping him with the pendant, that's not much

Thinking carefully, I thought about what I had just said.

"It's going to be placed inside you."

Mo Ran froze for a moment, and his face suddenly turned red. If he hadn't been so much more tanned than Chu Wanning, he would have looked even redder than Chu Wanning.

He swore that he hadn't meant to make a double entendre when he said that

He then felt dismayed, thinking that he hadn't thought wrongly, and how could a man of Chu Wanning's integrity think wrongly?

Mo Ran mulled it over, puzzling over it. He didn't even think about it until Chu Wanning, bare-eared and sullen, tucked the pendant into his lapel without saying a word.

Last night, a three-finger wide planked wall had missed so much for Fairy Tramper, he had missed the spring and the youth, and he had missed a flesh and blood Chu Wanning who had fallen into the mire of lust. He knows nothing of what is going on in the bed just across the wall, so he certainly does not understand that Chu Wanning is still wrapped up in the mud of yesterday, throbbing with lust, ashamed of lust, sensitive with lust.

It was because of the dream, because of the hot, wet bedtime talk in the dream, because of the little bit of his mind that didn't want to be found out, that he was so perverse as to take that simple phrase the wrong way.

Chu Wanning looked up at him and felt a little heat in his heart, the evil fire of yesterday still not all gone, as he held out his hand

The teapot's lifting beam is, however, held by Mo Ran.

"Drink less, this tea gets cold and hurts your stomach."

"" Chu Wanning was silent and looked at him, his hand still outstretched, indicating that he just wanted herbal tea.

"I'll go and get you a hot one."

"No need."

But Mo Ran had already gone to the shopkeeper and, after a while, brought a freshly boiled pot of tea and poured a cup for Chu Wanning: "Master, drink this."

"Yeah, Yu Heng you drink hot tea, cold is bad, it really hurts."

Chu Wanning had no choice but to take the cup of hot tea, blow on it, but did not drink it and set it aside.

His heart was already hot.

If the heat continues, he is afraid that the last thin layer of ice in his eyes will also melt away, and then the boundless spring water will overflow, and he will not be able to hide the thoughts he is ashamed of when he raises his eyes to stare.

Then he, Beidou, would have no shame.

As the group had breakfast and was about to leave the shop, a group of people came in from outside.

The one at the head of the group, clad in a thick cloak of pale blue curly grass and covering his face, appeared to be very discreet and would not have been noticed in the crowd, but when he entered the inn and saw Xue Zhengyong, he came forward and bowed in a formal manner.

"Hello Uncle Xue."

"You are."

The man then removed his cloak and hat, and when Xue Meng saw him, he let out an "ah" and took a step back.

Mei Hanxue lifted his face, his skin white, his nose high, his brow bones well defined, his eyes deep and handsome in a way that clearly distinguished him from the others. Perhaps because he had been brought up in the cold Kunlun snowfields, he had a frosty look between his eyebrows and eyes that made him seem both transparent and lonely.

All in all, no one would believe that he was Mei Hanxue, the flamboyant seed of all fame, just by looking at his air.

"I have only come to Linyi today because of some business in the palace, and I did not expect to meet Uncle Xue here." Mei Hanxue was too cold-looking, and although he smiled politely, his eyes were clear and bland, with a cool air in his respectful modesty, "My young nephew has come to greet Uncle and Aunt."

"Very good, very good, gee, if only Xue Meng was as polite as you."

But Xue Meng was not happy to hear this, and he kept firing little poison arrows at Mei Hanxue with his eyes in the back, one poking more viciously than the other.

He thought to himself, "This Mei Hanxue grandson is obviously a rascal who is not afraid of men and women, he even touched his waist at Peach Blossom Yard, but now he is standing in front of his elders, he is like a monk with no love and desire.

Mei Hanxue didn't even look at her childhood friend, only lowering her eyebrows and averting her eyes, not even opening or closing her lips, extremely disciplined: "Uncle is joking, Mr. Xue is the proud son of heaven, the first leader of the Lingshan Mountain Conference, so he naturally has his merits.

"Yeah, Dad, this guy's my loser."

" Xue Meng" Mrs. Wang was quite embarrassed and reached out to pull Xue Meng before the irascible Phoenix finally grunted and stopped saying anything, but fire was still pouring out of her nostrils.

Mei Hanxue said, "Is uncle leaving for Confucianism School?"

"It's about time, so it doesn't matter if we go earlier, Nan Gongliu is not short of room anyway. "Let's go and have a look first, so that the younger generations can have more contact with each other."

He looked at Xue Meng and said that he wanted to give him a daughter-in-law.

Xue Meng :""

"Doesn't Hansel go straight to Confucianism School?"

"The Palace Master explained some things and had to buy quite a few spirit stones to get back, so it's not too late for me to stay near Dai City for a few more days and wait for the day before the big wedding."

Xue Meng muttered in a low voice, "You are obviously afraid that if you pass early, the girls in the famous school who you have let down will whisk you away and beat you to a pulp."

Mo Ran, with sharp ears, laughed, "Moe what did you say about what dog"

""

Xue Meng grunted and clasped his arms, "Nothing, chanting mindfulness then me."

"Pfft, you're reciting the Folded Plum Heart technique, I'm afraid."

"You keep talking nonsense."

Mei Hanxue listened to their words, and finally looked at them, when Xue Meng's eyes met his, and he was suddenly struck by a slight shock

The last time he saw him at Peach Blossom Yard, the grandson had a peachy look in his eyes, and his eyes seemed to be smiling when he was angry.

But this man in front of me, there is not even a ripple in his eyes, not to mention peach blossoms, the whole thing is cool, workmanlike, ascetic, these eyes, as if they are angry when they smile.

Xue Meng blinked, paused for a moment, thought of the battle of the sky rift Mei Hanxue rate Snow Walk Palace disciples to help, before the crowd, is also a human model a decent, can not help but enraged. How can this guy act so well? How can he pretend so well?

"Hey, Xue Meng, where are you going?"

"It's too stuffy in the house I'll wait for you outside, you can come out after we finish talking" Xue Meng said, striding to the door, lifting the curtain with a flourish and walking out angrily, the pride of heaven was really aggravated.

He wondered how no one but him could tell when the room smelled of scum

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