What kind of bad thoughts can a drama host have?

Chapter 141 Junior Brother Please Respect Yourself (22) Two in One
"Master, the little red chicken definitely didn't do it on purpose, your lord must forgive it a lot." It must have done it on purpose.

Huai Li said righteously: "I will definitely punish it to face the wall and think about its mistakes when I go back."

[…] The host takes the bamboo shoots.

The blue veins on Xie Jiuqing's forehead popped up, his face turned blue and white, and then he uttered a sentence: "I'm a little tired of being a teacher. Take your chicken and go back."

Huai Li: "Huh?"

"You can go back."

"... Oh, thank you, Master."

Neuropathy, this pure big neurotic behavior.

They called me over just to have a look at my Cuckoo Chicken.

Huai Li finished complaining from the bottom of her heart, grabbed the little red chicken back with a stern face, and promised again and again: "Master, I will definitely reprimand it when I go back."
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When Huai Li returned to Lihua Xiaozhu, she saw Rong Xuan practicing sword in the yard.

Hey, you are so hardworking, you still practice swords at night?

She didn't make a sound, didn't disturb him, and watched him practice sword quietly.

His hair was still dripping with water, as if he had just come out of a bath, holding a sword in his hand, standing under the eaves holding a sword flower with one hand.

The young man danced sword after sword, jerky at first, then became smoother and lighter.

To let Huai Li sum up the biggest feature of this sword technique, there is only one word: beauty.

Two words: beautiful.

As long as Rong Xuan has practiced, Huai Li has watched it for as long as he has.

It wasn't until his dripping hair was dry that he took his sword back and went back to the house to rest.

Huai Li also yawned, and quietly went back to her room in the dark.
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Huai Li was lying on the bed, getting ready to sleep.

Just as the eyes closed, they opened again.

Huai Li rolled her eyes, and after judging that there was indeed something stretched into her quilt, she stretched out her hand to grab that thing, and caught a hand.

The hand was grabbed by her, but she didn't retract it, instead it got deeper into her quilt, and a familiar breath came from behind.

"Junior Brother," Huai Li's indifferent voice sounded slowly in the darkness, "What are you doing?"

As soon as the words fell, not only hands, but even people got in.

Anyway, he was found out, but instead he hugged her tightly and generously.

"Senior sister, I recognize the bed. I can't sleep without the bed where my senior sister is."

Huai Li: "..."

It's none of my business if I can't sleep! !
I can sleep well!
I kindly gave you half a bed in the secret realm, and you still squeeze me when you come out. Is this how you repay your kindness? !

"Sister, do you want to listen to my story?"

No, I don't want to!
[Host, what do you think, there are 500 points for listening to stories. 】

Huai Li yawned, suppressing her drowsiness: "Well, tell me."

But she was really sleepy.

"But don't hug me so tightly, it's uncomfortable."

Huai Li indulges him in hugging, and Rong Xuan hugs him with peace of mind, but loosens his strength a little.

Rong Xuan stretched out his hand to gently hug Huai Li, then his eyes suddenly sank slowly, and his voice gradually became lower:
"A long, long time ago, there was a young man whose family had a heaven-defying kungfu. Someone spread the secret of ascension to immortality in that kungfu, so he was coveted by the big sect. They sent experts from the sect to seize the kung fu Law……"

"In order not to expose the matter, I even pretended to be a tragedy where the magic cultivator seized the treasure and wiped out the family. None of the women, children and children were left behind..."

He remembered the clansmen who fell, and those swords and swords.

He always thought that his state of mind had been tempered to be very peaceful, but when he recalled his previous memories, he found that he couldn't be calm no matter what.

He doesn't kill innocent people, as long as they don't stand in his way, he only takes revenge on those who participated in it.

"Senior sister, if one day I defected from the school, would you go with me?" The boy's voice was low.

The room was silent, and no one responded to him.

Huai Li's eyes were lightly closed, her breathing was steady, and she fell asleep on his shoulder.

The air-conditioning on his body seemed to have receded a lot, and his whole person looked soft.

Rong Xuan had an illusion that the years were quiet.

Rong Xuan suddenly hugged the girl tightly in his arms, and murmured in a low voice, "I really want to be like you... until I grow old."

It was he who was stunned, and it was his own business to be an enemy of Tian Yanzong.

How can I implicate my senior sister?

Senior Sister should be carefree.
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The next morning.

Both of them will go to Xie Jiuqing to practice.

"Today, the two of you are supervising each other's sword practice, and you have other things to do as a teacher."

Xie Jiuqing left a word and disappeared in front of the two of them.

Naturally, it was impossible for Huai Li to practice swordsmanship.

Rong Xuan also wanted to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to explore.

Huai Li said bluntly: "You can do whatever you want, I don't want to practice sword today."

After a while, Rong Xuan blinked his eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up beautifully, and his eyes shone brightly: "Senior Sister, I have something to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion."

Huai Li didn't think much, and nodded: "Well, you can go."

The little red chicken was playful, and soon disappeared.

Huai Li was worried that it would be caught and roasted, after all, its ability to cause trouble was comparable to her own.

She chased the little red chicken and rushed into a cave covered by vines.

There is a formation outside the cave, but Huai Li has a high level of cultivation, so he broke in easily.

The space is very open, and the wall on the left is still covered with dense vines, which are exactly the same as those at the entrance of the cave.

On the right is a smooth wall inlaid with nine luminous pearls.

The light is dim, not glare, and can be seen clearly.

The most eye-catching thing is the crystal coffin in the middle, faintly glowing with white steam.

Could it be that the male lead's Bai Yueguang is sleeping inside?
Huai Li was about to go over to see what the sleeping person inside looked like.

There were light footsteps outside.

Huaili grabbed the little red chicken, dodged, opened the vines, and got in, hiding her breath.

The person who came was Xie Jiuqing.

Xie Jiuqing sat on the floor holding a guqin.

The man's face was as cold as frost, and his slender fingers rested on the strings.

Facing the ice coffin, playing the piano.

The sound of the piano is melodious.

People like Huai Li who don't understand the five rhythms can hear the melancholy feeling in the leisurely aftertaste.

The song is over.

Xie Jiuqing looked at the person inside the ice coffin with gentle eyes, and he stretched out his hand to trace the girl's face on the ice coffin, "Zifu, wait a little longer, I will save you soon."

"I still need a few medicinal herbs, plus white jade ginseng, you will definitely get better."

"Hey!" His throat was a little itchy.

The little red chicken couldn't help but sneezed.

"Who?" Xie Jiuqing frowned, involuntarily exerting pressure on Huai Li.

The little red chicken looked at Huai Li with a guilty conscience, ahhh, I didn't mean it, so you can't blame me.

It tucked its head into its little wings and played dead.

Huai Li swaggered out with the little red chicken in her arms.

A flash of shock flashed in Xie Jiuqing's eyes: "Why are you?"

"Why are you here? Didn't you ask you to practice swords with your junior brother?"

Huaili: "Take a walk."

Xie Jiuqing wasn't sure how much she had heard.

He looked at Huai Li, hesitated to speak, "How long have you been here?"

(End of this chapter)