The autumn wind rises and the dragon sings

Chapter 112 Thunder, Change

When the thunder sounded in the sky, Feng Chou was still lowering his head to eat, but his soul consciousness instinctively alerted his body one step ahead. He turned his head to look at the place where the thunder fell. A trace of blood appeared in his eyes the moment the thunder fell, and then he remained calm. dispersed.

That direction is... Fengchou squinted his eyes, and couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth. His whole body was filled with pleasant warmth: It seems that the guy is fine, otherwise the power of this thunder would be more than just a warning. It's so simple. It is estimated that with this news, the rumor that Guiliang accidentally killed his friend and was punished by heaven will spread around the world tomorrow.

This Heavenly Dao is really protective of others.Fengchou touched his chin, and then felt a warmth coming from his waist, and a faint dragon energy overflowed. After the thunder passed, silence returned.

Although the time was short, looking at Cang and Dao Wuyu's reactions, Feng Chou couldn't help but put his hand on his forehead, helpless: Oh, it's not easy for the way of heaven to appear once and never forget to trick people. This time It's not easy to hide the past, so I can only pretend that I don't know anything.

"Young Master Feng..."

Cang's voice came as expected. Feng Chou adjusted his mood and looked at it with doubts, but in fact he still felt a little guilty in his heart: "What's going on with the string head?"

Cang's eyes were focused on the direction of the thunder in the distance. He looked at it intently for a while and then asked: "The thunder suddenly fell from the sky. Is it bad or not auspicious? What do you think, Young Master Feng?"

"That's true." Feng Chou was a little puzzled, but he didn't ask any more questions. He looked in that direction and nodded, adding, "But this evil is a personal evil. It won't affect anyone else. It's just a warning at most."

After saying that, he felt that something was wrong. Seeing that everyone's eyes had gathered around him, Feng Chou coughed a few times without covering up his eyes. He had no choice but to shrug his shoulders with a look of helplessness on his face: "I said this, I'm just afraid that this The next warning will fall on me, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the night sky that had been filled with thunder a moment ago suddenly became silent, leaving only the sound of wind and insects, and a peaceful night.

The slap in the face came so quickly, Feng Chou's expression twitched, and he made an international friendly gesture angrily in his heart, no longer caring about what was there and what was not, he put down the chopsticks pretending to be calm, gritted his teeth and endured: "Since nothing has happened. Alright, Taoist priests, please continue eating while I go for a walk to eat."

"Yes." Cang nodded lightly, but there was a smile in his eyes. The other Xuanzong people also nodded in agreement, but with smiles on their faces, they watched the man walk away angrily.

It's rare to see a senior look so undisguised. Although he knew he shouldn't, he still couldn't help but laugh.

This was the same idea that Chuan Yuxiao and Jiufang Qi had, and the others probably had the same idea. Cang calmed down his expression slightly, called out a voice to recall everyone's wandering thoughts, and continued eating.

Although there was one person missing, the atmosphere was more lively. Feng Chou was walking around with the sea breeze blowing, and heard a few more reminders of increased favorability. He smiled helplessly, but his mood was much better.

Xuanzong's rules at the dinner table were not so rigid, and he would occasionally chat for a few words. However, when no one was noticing, Cang looked at the figure in white who had not gone far, his eyes darkened, and he thought for a moment: That just now Tao's fleeting dragon energy... It seems that there is indeed some connection between Feng Choubie and Shao Bai.

Remnant forest.

Mu Shaoai hasn't woken up yet, but with Ah Jiu taking care of him, Zilan can at most help others cook some medicine, and then there will be nothing else to do.

After Lonely Que placed the Yu Ren Fei Deer also, he saw Zilan sitting on a clean grassland, looking up at the night sky, with some dried fruits on hand to eat, looking quite leisurely.

After Guo Que took advantage of the opportunity to take a handful of dried fruits, he went to get the medicine. When he came out after feeding the Yu Ren Fei Deer, there was already the owner of the remaining forest sitting next to Zilan, who was discussing with him another place to live. After all, the previous The room has been given over to the pharmacist.

"Any room is fine. Forest Master, just help me find it." Zilan didn't have any requirements for a place to live. The Master of the Remnant Forest nodded and quickly thought of the corresponding room.

"Little girl, don't you have friends? It will become unsafe here in a few days. You might as well go live with your friends." Lonely Que raised his eyebrows and reached for the dried fruit as he spoke. Then his hand was knocked back by a folding fan. When he looked up, he saw the little girl looking uncomfortable.

"Ah Feng has something to do, and I couldn't help him in the past. I might even cause trouble for him." Thinking of the helpless expression on his face when he fried the kitchen, Zilan felt a little guilty for no reason, so she took another handful of dried fruits and put them in the lonely place. Queshou: "Uncle, don't forget what you promised me."

Lonely Que bit a piece of dried fruit and turned to leave when he heard the words. He wanted to pretend that he didn't hear it, but a thunder suddenly sounded in the night sky, and then a thunder struck a certain location.

Isn't it? !Retribution is here for just going back on your word?Is this thief so diligent?Lonely Que was startled, and belatedly realized that the lightning strike was not on him. He breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at Zilan, and found that he was concentrating on eating, not looking at it at all.

There was only one thunder, and the rest were muffled thunder echoes. Zilan tilted her head and listened for a while, mostly complaining about the troublesome content of the little guys, and then left in a happy mood, probably again. Shang was tricked once.

Zilan, who knew it well, was secretly amused. She thought that Feng Chou would be so angry that she wanted to curse, but she couldn't do it. She was probably so depressed that she didn't even want to eat.

His eyebrows were arched, and when he came to his senses, he saw the curious and probing gazes of the Master of the Remnant Forest and Lone Que. He retracted his smile in embarrassment, coughed a few times, and asked seriously: "Master of the Forest, uncle, what's the matter? ?”

Just as the Lord of the Remnant Forest was about to speak, Lonely Que took over the topic and asked enthusiastically: "This thunder..."

"It has nothing to do with me. I don't know anything." Before anyone could finish the question, Zilan answered first. Seeing his disbelief, she grabbed the sleeve of the Lord of the Remnant Forest and said coquettishly: "Lin Lord, you have to believe me, this time it really has nothing to do with me.”

Facing those bright and shining eyes, the Lord of the Remnant Forest couldn't help but feel a little soft. He subconsciously raised his hand to touch the little head on his arm, and smiled in agreement: "I know, I'm just a little curious."

After all, Zilan's reaction just now was too calm. She subconsciously thought that the other party knew something, so she looked over.But it seems that it may really have nothing to do with her. No matter how unexpected the other party's methods are, he is just an ordinary person.

Seeing that Zilan was completely neglected and completely lonely, he coughed loudly a few times and reminded: "Hey, hey, hey, it's obviously my question, little girl, why don't you answer me first."

Zilan did not answer. Instead, she hugged the arm of the Lord of the Remnant Forest and reminded him: "Uncle, your apprentice is probably about to wake up. Why don't you go check on him and comfort him?"

Feeling that he was a little redundant, Lone Que was too lazy to argue with a little girl. He grabbed a handful of dried fruits and muttered that he didn't want to bother taking care of his apprentice who couldn't even smile, but he turned around and left very consciously.

"Uncle, you really can't use your inner strength anymore, you will become a useless person." Thinking of what Lone Que had just avoided, Zilan reminded him again. Lone Que looked back, but did not answer, and disappeared after a while.

"Oh, don't listen to the old man's advice..."

Seeing a loli face sighing in a pretentious manner, the Lord of the Remnant Forest couldn't help but smile, and after a while he sighed: "That Feng Shaoxia must be a very important person to you, Zilan. Since you met After him, my whole person became much more lively, unlike when I first met him." Zilan touched her face, a little puzzled: "I remember that I was very relaxed, and I often communicated with you, the forest masters. Talking doesn’t count as being restrained and silent, right?”

The Lord of the Remnant Forest smiled and looked at the eyes in front of him that were much more lively. His heart softened a little unconsciously. He subconsciously raised his hand to touch it. The place where his eyelashes touched felt a little itchy, and his expression softened.

"Have you found your enemy, Master Lin?" Somewhat confused by the other party's actions, Zilan tilted her head slightly, no longer entangled in the problem of her character, and changed the topic.

The Lord of the Remnant Forest moved for a moment, with emotions rolling in his eyes. Finally, he was suppressed and nodded lightly: "I didn't see anyone, but the traces of the swordsmanship can't deceive anyone. I'm sure it's that person."

Zilan looked at the hands on her shoulders that were unconsciously clenched into fists, and could see the complex emotions suppressed by the other party. She raised her hands and held them lightly, looking at each other in silence.

In the silence, only the chirping of insects could be heard, but it was a silent comfort.

Sparse building westerly.

After the thunderous sound disappeared with pride, Qiu Yu's eyes quickly flashed with a smile, his eyebrows softened a bit, and then he let go of his hand. Seeing that the other person's hair was a little messy, he stretched out his hand to straighten it out.

"What are you..." He grabbed the hand that was about to be withdrawn, put the other hand on his shoulder, and used the strength to stand up. The look in his golden eyes was unclear: "Do you think that I am a child who is afraid of thunder and needs to be carefully comforted?"

Qiu Yu remembered his subconscious action just now and knew that something was wrong. He smiled slightly and said, "Sorry, I'm used to it."

Habit?What are you used to?Who is it a habit for?
Longsu's golden eyes darkened slightly, and hundreds of thoughts passed through his heart one by one. In the end, they all turned into a harmless joke: "Ha, if Qiu Yu hadn't said it seriously, I would have thought you wanted to go back on your word and didn't want to give me anything." I made up for it."

Qiu Yu noticed that something was wrong with the mood of the person in front of him, but he couldn't see anything, so he followed the other person's words and said: "Of course not. After all, it is my promise. Long Xuru can still get compensation from me."

Compensation for...?

Long Su looked at Qiu Yu's serious look and knew that the other party had no other thoughts. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and a pair of intoxicating dimples appeared at the corners of his mouth: "It's a pity, I want to regret it a little bit."

"Huh?" Qiu Yu didn't understand what he meant, but Long Su had no intention of explaining. He let go of his hand and was already sitting on the edge of the bed. He covered his face with a purple fan and shook it gently, feeling rather lazily and without interest: "This Let’s keep the compensation for now, and when I feel interested, I can ask Qiu Yuru for it.”

Qiu Yu didn't think much, and sat half-stretched against the bedpost. He raised his hand to touch the coldness that had not dissipated from his wrist, waved away the faint confusion in his heart, and agreed with a smile.

Long Su shook his fan and said nothing. Qiu Yu, who felt something was wrong, immediately suppressed his smile and half-closed his eyes. The atmosphere in the room suddenly cooled down.

"Master." The door was knocked three times. After receiving Long Su's response, Xianfeng entered the room with the cooked soup. First, he looked at Long Su's inexplicable expression, and then said to Qiu Yu. : "Mr. Qiu Yu, this is an excellent healing product. It's best to drink it while it's hot."

"Thank you for your trouble." Qiu Yu reached out and took it. After thanking him warmly, he lowered his head and took a sip to test the temperature. He tasted a faint scent of blood, and the corresponding thing automatically appeared in his mind.He raised his eyes and looked at Long Su, who was hiding his face with a fan, thanked him again, raised his head and drank every drop of the soup in the bowl.

Xianfeng took the clean medicine bowl and accidentally raised her head to look at Qiu Yu, only to meet a pair of eyes with a faint blue light, and invisible pressure dispersed from her eyes.

"Mr. Qiuyu..."

"Huh?" Qiu Yu, who was unaware, looked over when he heard this, his eyes with condensed blue light slightly curved, and he revealed a bit of bewitching tenderness: "Miss Xianfeng, is there any problem?"

Xianfeng looked a little dazed, and was lightly tapped by a purple fan on the shoulder. Longsu stood up and stood in front of him, and smiled softly: "It's okay, maybe I'm a little tired these days. Feng'er, follow me to grab some soothing food. Medicine, to get rid of fatigue.”

Xianfeng came back to her senses and ignored her surprise. She lowered her head and replied, "Yes, thank you Master for your concern."

Long Su looked at those glowing blue eyes, and couldn't help but feel dazed for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses, looked away slightly, and said in the same tone as usual: "Qiu Yu, if you don't want to owe me any more favors, , I will be recovering here these few days, just call me if you need anything."

Qiu Yu didn't ask any more questions and nodded his thanks. Long Su lost his initial interest and left first while waving his fan. Xian Feng who left behind closed the door thoughtfully without looking at the people inside again.

After everyone left, Qiu Yu, who was half lying down, raised his hand and touched the faint hard object on his face. He noticed the restlessness of the power in his body, and immediately muttered the formula in a low voice and set up a spell barrier.

The blue light in his eyes flickered for a moment, and was gradually replaced by a black mist. A touch of ink appeared at the end of the light blue hair, and then spread upwards little by little, and the hard objects on the face also dissipated.

[S-Sir, your hair and eyes... could they be that bowl of medicine? ]
I don't know when the ban was lifted. The system looked at Qiu Yu, whose eyes and hair began to change color, and was so frightened that he stammered.

There is dragon blood stone in the medicine, which is of great benefit to my current injury. There is no problem, but it temporarily resonates with the dragon energy in my body.

Qiu Yu leaned against the bedpost, letting his hair and eyes gradually become stained with ink, and explained with an indifferent expression: As for my eyes and hair, they are caused by the thunder, and they will disappear soon.

[It’s fine, it’s just that the thunder from the sky affects you, sir?Could it be that between you and Tiandao, sir...] The system breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help being a little curious, and cautiously said three words: [Is it related? ]
Qiu Yu ignored it, slowly closed his eyes, and said calmly: "Knowing too much will not do you any good. The rest of the things are not for you to see."

[ah? ] Before the system could react, the scene in front of him went dark, and he was directly blocked from contact with the outside world, and was thrown into the dark system space.

The ink color instantly infected the eyes and hair, and the dragon pattern between the eyebrows swayed like water waves. A completely unfamiliar face disappeared for a moment, and then returned to its original state, and the ink color slowly faded away.

Because of the barrier, no one noticed what just happened in the room. Qiu Yu raised a hand to cover his eyes, and the condensed black light between his fingers flashed, returning to the soft lake blue color.

　Fengchoubie: Why is my painting style always different from others?
　　Author: Because you are single (ω)(._.`)
　　Farewell to the Wind: (╯°Д°)╯︵/(.□.\)
　　
　
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