After pinching the tyrant's peach blossoms, I was favored

Chapter 52

After speaking, Song Ran patted Jiang Fan on the shoulder, then turned around and followed Si Xie into the room.

But when she walked into the room, she couldn't help frowning.

He glanced up at the layout of the room, and then looked back at the door.

Her heart sank slightly.

This is obviously a temple, why is the Feng Shui here considered "bad"?
If this decoration is used in ordinary people's homes, it is easy to ruin the family.

If it is used in other places, it will definitely be uneasy.

Since this is a temple, the master who originally lived here shouldn't know about it, right?
But these are not issues she should consider now, Song Ran lowered her eyes, and walked in as if nothing had happened.

Behind him, Jiang Fan stood alone in the yard, which made him feel even more frightened, so he could only grit his teeth and run in.

After arriving in the house, Jiang Fan was not so flustered by following Song Ran's side all the time.

Song Ran picked up some discarded wood from the side, and found dry grass, and quickly lit the fire.

The room also began to warm up gradually.

"I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry..." Song Ran sat by the fire and kept chanting these words in her heart.

Suddenly, Jiang Fan said weakly: "Brother Song Ran, I'm so sleepy."

Song Ran glanced at Jiang Fan from the corner of his eye.

Seeing his angry appearance at first, I thought he was very courageous, but I didn't expect him to be so cowardly.

"Sleep." She said softly.

She looked outside the yard, and the moon had slowly set.

It was already midnight, and Jiang Fan was still a child, so it was normal for him to get sleepy easily.

She got up, made a rough mat out of haystacks for Jiang Fan, and told him to go to bed.

And she turned her head to look in the direction of the tyrant, only to find that the tyrant had closed his eyes at some point and began to meditate.

The tyrant who closed his eyes was a little less hostile and a little more gentle, so that the atmosphere here was not so cold.

After hesitating for a while, Song Ran piled up a haystack for him, and then whispered, "Your Majesty, do you want to rest? You have to investigate Xia Jian's affairs tomorrow, and you need to rest well."

But Si Xie kept his eyes closed, and there were bursts of cold light on the mask.

Is he asleep?
Or have you entered into a state of ecstasy in meditation?

Song Ran frowned, and finally decided not to bother him.

At this time, Jiang Fan quickly ran to her side, looked around vigilantly, and then whispered: "Brother Song Ran, can you sleep with me? It's so gloomy here, I'm very scared."

Song Ran: "..."

Although he didn't speak, Song Ran's darkened face was already telling Jiang Fan the answer.

Jiang Fan's face changed, and his eyes looked a little aggrieved.

He rubbed his fingers uneasily, and then couldn't help but tentatively said: "Brother Song Ran, you said that we sleep together, so we can protect each other? In case there is really something dirty, we can remind each other run away."

"Besides, Brother Song Ran, there is no extra haystack here. If you don't come with me, who are you? Are you going to sleep with the emperor?"

Jiang Fan asked in a low voice.

Song Ran: "..."

"I can actually sleep standing up, sitting down, or falling on the rope." Song Ran glanced at Jiang Fan, and then said expressionlessly.

During the 1000 years of being a fairy, she rarely fell asleep in bed.

If she was lying on the bed, she had reached a bottleneck in her cultivation, and she needed to borrow a thousand-year-old ice bed to practice.

At other times, she sleeps in a tree.

Therefore, she is not picky about where she sleeps now, as long as it allows her to rest.

Seeing that he couldn't convince Song Ran, Jiang Fan couldn't help but asked depressedly: "Brother Song Ran, why are you so resistant? I don't think you're an eunuch."

Song Ran: "..."

This kid, simply, makes people want to beat someone up.

"Sorry, you don't despise me as a father-in-law, but I despise you!"

After Song Ran finished speaking, he immediately hit Jiang Fan and knocked Jiang Fan unconscious.

A little brat who was so cold before, turned into an annoying talker after entering this temple.

Taking a deep breath, Song Ran started and carried Jiang Fan to the haystack.

Looking down at him, her eyes were cold.

Next time, it's better to do it directly, lest my ears have to suffer.

She has to endure the tyrant because she still needs to complete the task and return to heaven, but that doesn't mean she has to tolerate others.

She has always had a bad temper...

After doing this, Song Ran found a clean place, sat down cross-legged, and then propped her elbows on her knees, and then slowly fell asleep.

She has been on the road for the past few days, and she is like a stretched thread, exhausted.

All three of them seemed to have fallen asleep.

Suddenly, the dilapidated wooden windows of the temple were rattled by the wind, and the cobwebs at the door began to fall down.

A gust of faint cold wind slowly crawled into the temple from outside the courtyard...

At the threshold, a pair of red shoes appeared.

Soon, a very long shadow walked in slowly...

(End of this chapter)