It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

Although Gu Shu looked amiable at everyone, he actually kept a rather distant distance, and no one could really get close. Only when he looked at Wen Ai, the smile really reached the bottom of his eyes.

On weekdays, he has to deal with household affairs and practice diligently. He is really incapable of doing things, three heads and six arms are not enough, but he still cooks three meals for Wen Ai every day, and accompanies him to finish eating before leaving. Not as important as this matter.

Both he and Gu Ye are popular candidates for the next sect master. Every move is stared by countless pairs of eyes from the upper and lower sects. They are too doting on Wen Ai, and everyone has to treat this waste chai young master uncle differently. , And it is under the tacit and silent protection of the two that Wen Ai can run around without restraint, and whoever encounters it must respectfully salute.

Wen Ai ran back to the courtyard holding the storage bag, and when he pushed the door happily, Gu Shu just set the table and chopsticks and looked back at him: "Pinch it really accurately. You will be back as soon as it is done. "

Wen Ai took a deep breath in the fragrance of vegetables in the house, leaned over to the table and looked at it, and said in surprise: "Preserved eggs with green pepper!"

"I just covered it today, didn't you keep arguing about eating, so I fried two for you." Gu Shu touched his head and applied a cleansing technique to clean the dirty little cat." Why do you run so sweaty? What are you holding?"

"Ah!" Wen Ai just remembered, squeezing the storage bag in his hand into Gu Shu's arms, with bright eyes, "Here you are, the monthly case I just got with Linghui."

Gu Shu opened it and took a look. There were a lot of them, and the little guy gave him all.

Really generous, Gu Shu smiled and shook his head: "Why do you give me your monthly bill?"

Wen Ai hugged his waist: "Brother is kind to me, and I am kind to senior."

Thinking of this, Wen Ai was a little embarrassed: "Don't think it is too little..."

"I gave it to Xiaoxiao, even a stone is a rare treasure." Gu Shu tied the storage bag around his waist in front of him: "Brother take it, sit down and eat, and I will stew the sea cucumber for you."

Wen Ai always acted like a baby: "Brother, too!"

"All by you." Gu Shu smiled and hugged him on his knees, picked up his chopsticks and started to feed the hungry little dumplings.

The dishes were put on a table, and Wen Ai looked around and sighed secretly, what kind of excitement has the male protagonist experienced in his life, and he likes to make seafood so much. Seven of the ten dishes come out of the sea, and they do so.

At the end of the meal, Wen Ai remembered that the Di Wei flowers and fruits in the medicine garden were about to ripen, and happily sent out an invitation: "Brother, you come to the medicine garden tomorrow, I will ask you to eat the fruit!"

Gu Shu smiled and pointed his forehead with his finger: "I'm overly diligent, and I send monthly money and ask for fruit. Who do you think of the brother?"

Wen Ai avoided answering, holding his secret thoughts firmly, blushing, and said: "Then are you coming?"

Gu Shu scratched the bridge of his nose indifferently, "Come on."

The fruiting rate of Di Wei flowers was very low. Wen Ai planted a large piece and waited so hard for so long, but only one plant appreciated his face, bearing a fruit the size of an orange on the top of the branch.

Wen Ai didn't want to serve other flowers and plants today, squatting in the middle of the field and staring at this Zhiraku with his face in his hands. Di Wei's flowers and fruits taste almost like mangoes. They are his favorite fruits and vegetables. He shares his favorites with his favorites, how romantic he thinks. Moreover, this fruit was cultivated by his own hands, and then fed into Gu Shu's mouth with his own hands. The significance was even more extraordinary.

Guarding this "crystal of love", Wen Ai squatted for a long time without moving it. When he stood up, he found that his legs were numb, and he could only go to the hut in a "half body" walking posture. . Unexpectedly, in the two minutes before and after, the only Di Wei flowers and fruits were missing, and only the empty branches were swaying in the wind.

Wen Ai's first reaction was that he fell to the ground. There was a restriction on entry and exit from the mountain of Jiange. No one in his medicine garden dared to enter easily, let alone steal things.

"Where is it?" Wen Ai arched his waist and looked around. He just opened a bunch of branches and leaves. There was a flash in front of his eyes. Something bounced from the ground and came straight towards the door, so fast that he could not even react.

"heads up!"

Gu Shu flew over, grabbed him and quickly backed away, and smoothly swung out a smooth blade, neatly cutting the black snake that had attacked him in two.

Wen Ai was lifted by the back collar, his neck was very uncomfortable, and he squeezed out a few words with difficulty: "Let me down."

The blood of the black snake was winding on the ground. Gu Shu moved Wen Ai a little farther, and when he saw his face turned pale, he fed him a candy and was shocked: "It's okay, brother is here, don't be afraid."

Wen Ai was eating sweets, and his emotions were gradually calmed down.

Where the black snake broke, there was a tangerine-sized ball, which was the flower and fruit of Di Wei that had been missing before. It was covered with blood and could not be eaten anymore.

Wen Ai grumbled unwillingly: "My fruit..."

Seeing his loss, Gu Shu rubbed his head and frowned, "Most of this animal is attracted by the fragrance of fruit. You can't use spells. It's not safe to stay alone in the medicine garden. I didn't think about it."

There are restrictions all over the sword pavilion. Gu Shuyuan thought that no one could sneak in to hurt Wen'ai, but ignored the beasts that originally inhabit the mountain. After this time, he called the sword pavilion disciples to destroy the beasts of the entire mountain. They caught a clean one, especially snakes, and didn't even leave an egg.

A few days later, Gu Ye came to Wen'ai's courtyard, and the gods waved at him mysteriously: "Come here and show you a baby."

Wen Ai was lazy in the afternoon sun and didn't want to move: "What baby?"

Gu Ye had to walk over by himself, and took out a silver bell from his arms, the size of a thumb, and it was engraved with delicate lines.

Wen Ai came with interest, took over playing with it, shook it a few times, and wondered: "Why are you dumb?"

Gu Ye picked up the tea on the stone table and took a leisurely sip: "Want to hear it?"

Wen Ai knew there was a mystery, and handed the bell to him: "Please start your performance."

Gu Ye smiled and didn't answer, but the next second, the crisp ringtone spread between the two.

Wen Ai was surprised. He turned the bell and watched for several times, never touching the way, and finally had to ask Gu Ye for help: "How did you do it..."

Gu Ye drank tea for a long time, waiting for his question, flipping his right hand, and lying on the palm of the same silver bell: "This pair of bells can transmit sound for thousands of miles, and they can be controlled by mind. They will ring when there is news."

He glanced at Wen Ai and added: "Ordinary people can use it."

This is great.

In the world of cultivating immortals, the most commonly used by monks is the sound transmission talisman, which is convenient and cheap to carry, but people who have no cultivation level cannot drive it. This pair of bells is just like tailor-made for Wenyi, exquisite, beautiful and practical, the designer can be said to be very caring.

Wen Ai couldn't put it down: "It's really a baby! Where did you find it?"

"Anyone who has a bit of craftsmanship, who would refine this kind of mortal object?" Gu Ye flicked on his forehead, "I made it for you. Your glutinous rice ball is easy to be worried about. It was not a few days ago. Almost bitten by a snake? With this, remember to call me for help when you encounter danger in the future."

Wen Ai didn’t have the time to be surprised that “Gu Ye can also refine tools and his skills are not bad”. The scrolling broadcasts in his mind are questions such as “Why does he care about me so much” and “Why treat me well”. Cast a cold eye at him.

Gu Ye saw Wen Ai stupefied and did not speak. He said that he was stupid by the flick of his finger, so he quickly rubbed his forehead: "Does it hurt you? I will do it next time..."

"You may not be able to come in time."

Gu Ye didn't understand: "What?"

Wen Ai took away his hand: "Even if I use a bell to ask you for help, you can't show up next to me and save people immediately."

Gu Ye laughed: "Then you want me to guard you all the time?"

Wen Ai shook his head, was silent for a moment, and said in a volume that was so small that he could not hear: "Thank you brother..."

Gu Ye couldn't believe it: "You say it again?"

Wen Ai made some determination: "Thank you brother!"

In fact, Wen Ai didn't wait to see Gu Ye because the first glance he saw him-instinctively felt dangerous. This danger comes from the corners of Gu Ye's lips, deep voice, ridiculous tone, and careless eyes... Wen Ai was afraid of being attracted, so he hid early.

However, Gu Ye’s perseverance made Wen Ai feel that he was ill-considered. In Gu Ye’s eyes, he was just a five-year-old child who needed protection and tolerance. However, for his ulterior reasons, he blatantly hated Gu. Night, it seems guilty.

Therefore, it is good to maintain a normal relationship between brothers, no more, no less.

"I found out with my conscience. I know I'm called Senior Brother." Gu Ye rubbed Wen Ai's cheek happily, "The little glutinous rice **** are finally filled."

Wen Ai was hurt by the sword cocoon in his palm: "Don't rub it hurts!"

Wen Ai's cheeks were flushed from being ravaged, and Gu Ye held his face before uttering his lips: "Senior brothers will not hurt you."

Wenyi jumped three steps away immediately.

Gu Ye leaned on the stone table and leaned forward and laughed: "I am teasing you, come here."

The spirit weapon dripped blood to recognize the master, Gu Ye cast a spell and took a drop of Wen Ai through the flesh, and it was absorbed as soon as it was dripped.

"Okay." Gu Ye helped Wen Ai hang the bell on his waist and patted with a sense of accomplishment, "A thousand miles of marriage is tied together."

Wen Ai said seriously: "There is no line."

Gu Ye lowered his head and hung another bell on himself: "I'm just making an analogy."

Wen Ai said solemnly: "If you don't have it, you don't have it, and metaphors won't work." His marriage is only connected to Gu Shu.

"Wireless lead, right?" Gu Ye raised her head and looked at him helplessly. "From now on, this pair of bells will be called'Thousand Miles of Marriage Wireless Lead'."

There is no need to lead, and the marriage is self-connected.