What bad thoughts can a little snake have?

Chapter 72

One sound, one sound.

The heartbeat of the other person is like a heavy drum beating, and it is also an out-of-date beat, which cannot be ignored.

Together with Xue Qing's, an unexpected co-production.

Xue Qing secretly hid the surge of surprise in his heart, and continued to rest his forehead on Fa Hai's shoulder calmly, but couldn't help but cautiously double-checked whether the heartbeat was just his illusion.

Is Fahai nervous?

Or maybe...

Xue Qing didn't know what he was expecting either.

Maybe it's an impossible possibility.

Clearly knowing that this is already an extravagant wish, clearly knowing that this is impossible, but he still can't control his own guessing and delusion.

The forehead touching Fa Hai's shoulder was burning hot, as if it was going to heat up his face as well.

If the unbalanced heartbeat is a sign of heartbeat, then maybe Fahai also has a little...?

Xue Qing leaned all his weight on Fa Hai's shoulder, and Fa Hai was like a silent and dedicated pillar, letting Xue Qing lean on him like this, without any intention of urging Xue Qing to leave.

It seems that as long as Xue Qing wants to lean on like this, then he will always stand like this, even if he remains motionless and turns into a statue, it doesn't matter.

It's all because of the stinky monk, he doesn't look like him anymore.

Xue Qing lightly touched the robe of the monk in front of him with his hands hanging on both sides, as if he wanted to grasp it tightly, but it was imperceptible.

Before, he would not think of the sound of other people's heartbeats, even if it was just an unrealistic guess with a little possibility at this time, it had already set off a sense of joy in his heart that could not be ignored.

This time Xue Qing was finally willing to move his head away from Fa Hai's shoulders. He raised his head and looked at Fa Hai with a pair of almond eyes.

"Let's go back."

Xue Qing said in a low voice.

It's time to go back, and he should also do some serious business, so as not to let himself think about these things all day long.

Because Xue Qing pressed too hard in front, the skin on his snow-white forehead was already reddened in a large area, and the bright red fainted, like crushed juice, dazzling people's eyes.

"Hey! Wait!"

The white-haired Taoist priest who kept an eye on Fa Hai and Xue Qing's movement in the back room finally waited for the two to separate. At this moment, he finally found a chance to strike a needle.

Probably because he was afraid that Xue Qing and Fa Hai would leave him alone, the white-haired Taoist jumped down from the chair in a hurry, holding the beads in one hand, and rushed towards him with two legs under the eyes of the two.

In the end, he got stuck in the car.

"Forehead."

Facing the monk's unrestrained phoenix eyes, the white-haired Taoist forced himself to look at Xue Qing who was staring blankly.

I don't know what the two of them said just now, Xue Qing's face is like lychee white meat dyed with rouge, tender and raw.

Sure enough, he shouldn't be here.

The white-haired Taoist priest complained silently in his heart. He and the little yellow bird on Xue Qing's shoulder met their eyes and seemed to share the same feeling.

"This bead returns to its original owner."

The white-haired Taoist handed the beads in front of Xue Qing.

The bead is black, and it looks like the most common and inconspicuous bead. If I hadn't seen the white-haired Taoist use this bead to break the barrier earlier, I really would not have thought that this bead would have such a function.

"It's supposed to be yours, take it."

Seeing that Xue Qing hadn't moved for a long time, the white-haired Taoist knew that Xue Qing was worried, so he added another sentence.

The two white-haired ones were equally strange.

Looking at the sincere expression of the white-haired Taoist, Xue Qing thought so in his heart.

Who do they think he is?

Xue Qing was sure that he really didn't know these two people, and he never had relevant memories.

But they seemed to have known him for a long time, especially the white-haired man who brought him here kept saying "for his own good".

Behind the white-haired Taoist priest is this bamboo hut, which is elegant and unique, with traces of time.

The swing in the courtyard probably hasn't been visited by anyone for a long time, and I can't sit on it anymore looking lonely.

And the boy who appeared many times in the dream.

Did they take him for his boy?

Or, the teenager had some connection to him that he didn't know about at the moment.

"Did you...recognize the wrong person?"

Xue Qing finally expressed his doubts.

Unexpectedly, Xue Qing would ask such a question, and the white-haired Taoist was taken aback.

"No." The white-haired Taoist priest smiled, with a relaxed expression on his face, "Just accept it, as an apology from my friend who brought it here without permission, or in case of emergency."

He sent the beads forward again.

Xue Qing still hesitated, not knowing whether to accept the beads given by the predecessors.

Although the white-haired Taoist priest did remove the barrier, he looked casual and friendly, but it didn't hurt him.But it was a stranger after all, and a stranger who had a relationship with the white-haired man in front.

When Xue Qing was hesitating, someone touched his back behind him, as if to comfort him.

Then Xue Qing heard Fa Hai beside him say, "Take it."

Xue Qing's restless heart instantly settled down again.

It's so strange, Fa Hai seems to have some special ability, which makes Xue Qing really feel reliable.

It seems that as long as it is him, it is enough to make people feel at ease.

So Xue Qing finally stretched out his hand and took the bead from the white-haired Taoist priest.

The bead feels cold and smooth to the touch, in fact it looks like a large marble, but as soon as Xue Qing's hand touched the bead, a large vortex swirled in the black bead, as if there were stars in the universe.

"This is called Xuanlongzhu, and it has the ability to flatten mountains and calm seas."

The white-haired Taoist explained thoughtfully.

How powerful is this bead?

Hearing this, Xue Qing took a closer look at the bead in his palm. At this time, the Xuanlong bead had returned to its original appearance. The swirl of sand and dust in the bead in front was gone, and it looked like an ordinary bead again.

"Thank you."

Xue Qing still thought that he had taken something from others for no reason, and felt sorry for it, so he thanked the white-haired Taoist priest.

"In this case, we will leave first."

I don't know if the white-haired man in front of me will suddenly appear if I stay any longer.

"Wait." The white-haired Taoist stopped Xue Qing who turned to leave. He still had something to say.

"I forgot to introduce myself." The white-haired Taoist priest said, "My name is Xu Kong."

He stretched out his hand towards Xue Qing, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Under the sun, his white hair was so white that it almost reflected the light, but at this moment when he really raised his eyes to look at Xu Kong carefully, Xue Qing realized that Xu Kong's hair was not all white, and there were a few strands of black hair mixed in between.

Is Xu Kong the boy Bai?

Xue Qing didn't think much, and after saying goodbye to Xu Kong, he went to Qifeng Village with Fa Hai.

Xu Kong looked at the backs of Fa Hai and Xue Qing as they turned away. The slender young man in red was walking ahead, while the tall and indifferent monk followed closely behind, like a close guard.

Although the temperaments of the two are completely different, they match unexpectedly.

Seeing the two figures disappear before his eyes, Xu Kong exhaled heavily the stale air that had been suppressed in his chest for a long time, and walked into the hut alone.

I don't know why there is a little emotion in my heart.

Xu Kong shook his head.

This time, he could only do his best to help.

Only after leaving Xue Qing at this moment did he realize the long silence of Chirp on his shoulder.

Jiujiu was angry again because of being ignored by them for a long time.

Even the chubby ass towards Xue Qing reveals dissatisfaction visible to the naked eye.

And Jiujiu seems to be angry this time, and he is very firm in all kinds of coaxing that Xue Qing has been very effective in the past. .

It was really angry this time, Chirp!

Jiujiu turned around angrily, but still couldn't help but be enjoyed by Xue Qing's words.

Jiujiu on his shoulders awkwardly raised his little bird's head under Xue Qing's sweet words, and his eyes narrowed happily to see Fa Hai who was following behind Xue Qing.

The jade-faced monk had a cold face, his sharp and indifferent phoenix eyes drooped, and he was staring at his slightly raised hand, wondering what he was thinking.

In the next second, those phoenix pupils lifted up and locked onto a pair of small black eyeballs that were peeking unintentionally.

"Chirp!"

As if seeing a natural enemy, Jiujiu hurriedly turned around.

Finally he was willing to face Xue Qing with a bird face, seeing Xue Qing's smiling almond eyes, he even rubbed Xue Qing's soft cheek in fear.

Actually, he wasn't that angry.

But Fa Hai's expression didn't fluctuate because of this small movement.

He continued to lower his eyes, staring at his hands as if thinking about something.

The monk's fingers are long and slender, with well-defined joints, and even his fingers are full of strength.

And on the fingertips of the hand he raised at this moment, there is a small piece of bright red, like a plum petal falling on the snow, which is particularly obvious.

It was a spot of blood from touching Xue Qing's ear wound with his fingertips.

The blood had dried up, like a small scar, firmly stuck to Fa Hai's fingertips.

Fa Hai stared at the bloodstain seriously for a long time, finally raised his hand and brought his fingertips to his lips.

His thin lips, which had always been ruthless, were slightly parted, and the cinnabar mole between the monk's eyebrows was as red as freshly sprayed blood.

Fa Hai's face was indifferent, and his phoenix eyes were heavy, covering the young man in front of him, but he stretched out his tongue to lick off the dried blood on his fingertips bit by bit.

And Xue Qing at the front was still teasing and chirping suddenly, "Can you still turn into a ostrich? Show me another one."

Jiujiu twisted the chubby bird's body like a dumpling in a reserved manner, and the feather standing on top of its head was raised proudly.

Xue Qing was amused by the actions of the little bird group, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

He didn't notice anything.

It was almost evening when Xue Qing and Fa Hai returned to Qifeng Village.

The sun gradually sank from the other side of the mountain, and the dim twilight enveloped the entire Qifeng Village firmly.

It was probably because of the disturbance caused by those Taoist priests. Unlike the previous Fengshen sacrifices, no one was in the mood to go out and have fun.

At this time, Qifeng Village is quiet and lonely, only the bright red silk hanging on the fence in front of and behind the house and the colorful lanterns under the eaves still retain the atmosphere of the last festival.

As soon as Xue Qing stepped into Qifeng Village, he felt that something was different in the village than before.

Uncle Chen and Aunt Chen's yard were still lit.

"Master, Qingqing, you are finally back."

It seemed that Mrs. Chen had been waiting for them for a long time, and when she saw the two of them appearing, she surrounded them happily.

But the faces of the two couldn't help being sad, as if they had aged a lot in an instant.

"Eggy is gone!"