Xiahou Di fell asleep.

When he was exhausted both physically and mentally, he was slightly drunk with the warm wine. The man who had a good impression of her made her lean against him... After the initial pity, he confirmed that he would not touch his feet. The feeling of suddenly relaxing and nothing happened made Xiahou Di lean straight on his shoulder and closed his spiritual sense and fell asleep soundly.

When he was asleep, his body naturally became soft, and just pressing his forehead against his shoulders was not enough to support his weight. Xiahou Di naturally wrapped his hands around his waist, and his head turned to lean on his side, and he smacked his lips and continued to sleep comfortably.

Xue Mu always lowered his hands to the side of his legs and kept motionless. He looked down at her tired sleeping look, with a very complicated look.

Of course, Xiahou Di's fatigue has something to do with him.

It doesn’t matter whether Xia Wenxuan breaks into the palace and moves abnormally. The real reason for Ji Qingyuan’s accident is poison. If these things are not caused, there will be other things, sooner or later.

No matter who was given the poison, he was always matched by him, and the purpose of the configuration was to cause today's results. It is no problem to say that he was the culprit. Fortunately, he was not the poison he gave, nor the real murderer, so he could face it calmly. But no matter how much he said, he did not stand on the united front with her, and indeed "added trouble" to her.

The abnormal movements of the Natural Sect were also caused by him... He took the matter back now, as if he was sharing his worries, but he just took back his pit. How could he be embarrassed to take credit for "rewards"?

Of course, he did nothing wrong in his respective positions. He had a clear conscience. Just looking at Xiahou Di's tired look, the distress was real, and he couldn't have the least idea of ​​taking advantage of the opportunity.

He spread his arms, carefully put her head on his shoulder, and picked her up horizontally. He looked down at her sleeping face, who was quiet in her arms, and turned around and walked into the inner room.

I originally wanted to call the old servant, but I turned around and couldn't find it. He didn't want to shout loudly, so he searched around and found Xiahou Di's dormitory.

In fact, it is easy to find. Although the house is big, you can live in one master and one servant. It is so easy to recognize the master bedroom.

He gently pushed the door and walked in. On the wall facing him was a whole map of the Great Zhou... Although it was not detailed, it only roughly marked the positions of various forces, but this was the first time Xue Mu saw him in this life. His eyes were a little stumbled, and soon he saw Lingzhou above the capital.

There are small words on it: Xue Mu.

In Xiahou Di's eyes, the synonym for the power of the Xingyue Sect in Lingzhou was not Xue Qingqiu, but Xue Mu has always been.

Xue Mu's eyes stayed for a while, but did not look again. He turned around and walked towards the bed, carefully putting Xiahou Di down. Then hesitated for a moment, and removed her boots and helped her straighten her.

These are the black long boots unique to the six doors. They usually look heroic and heroic with those long legs. After taking them off, they appear pure white and clean socks and small and graceful feet, and finally have a bit of feminine beauty. Xue Mu hesitated for a moment, but did not take off her socks. He sighed and pulled the quilt to cover her with a thin quilt.

Xiahou Di has never worn six door male hats on weekdays, but he just tied his high ponytail casually. It makes his hair look inconvenient when lying like this. Xue Mu untied her hair tie casually, and her hair instantly drifted away, sprinkling on her pillow, reflecting the pretty face in her sleep. Her skin is not as crystal white as the witches, with a slight sense of wind and frost, but it adds Xiahou Di's unique charm. At this time, the sleeping face no longer has the usual heroic spirit, no longer the storm, and no longer the swaying and resoluteness, and peaceful and quiet, just like the sleeping beauty waiting for the prince to wake up.

Xue Mu's eyes fell on her red lips, stared at her for a while, then slowly moved away and looked at her bedroom.

There is a window in the east of the bedroom. The window is half-lifted, and the snow can only fall a little on the windowsill, and there is no entry into the room. On the windowsill is a flower pot with several clusters of white plums on it, and there is no recognition of any variety. The branches stand in front of the snow, and the fragrance is faintly slim.

A desk was placed under the window, and a few stacks of books were neatly stacked. Xue Mu walked over and flipped it out casually. There were the Great Zhou Code, the Six Doors Regulation, and several work reports, with the most martial arts classics and notes.

What attracted Xue Mu the most was that there was a book called "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch" and a book called "Journey to the West".

There was no inkstone ink on the table, only a few stone pens. Xue Mu held a hand and opened the title page of "Journey to the West" and wrote a poem.

After putting his pen and turning around, Xue Mu came to the bed again, leaned down and touched her red lips lightly like a dragonfly, and whispered: "Good night."

After saying that, he walked out of the door and walked straight out of the alley.

As soon as I stepped out of the alley, a little cold light came towards me. The cold air had reached my eyebrows, and I was shocked when I heard the bow like a thunderous string.

Bow and arrow... The sniper technique that Xue Mu saw for the first time in this life.

The arrow was not one, but two consecutive shots in front and back. The sniper had obviously considered his Moon God Stone. But the sniper never expected that the Moon God Stone did not trigger, but the arrow disappeared inexplicably.

Ye Guying took away the arrows and silently wanted to chase them. Xue Mu whispered: "Stop chasing them, be careful to lure the tiger away from the mountain."

The shadow stopped and returned to him again, handed him the arrow, and sent a voice: "There is no sect in the world that has full-time bows and arrows, and it is impossible to judge the origin for the moment."

Xue Mu looked at the arrow repeatedly for a while, and smiled slightly: "This is because of the consequences caused by my contact with King Tang. The suspect's range is very small, it doesn't matter, I will always know."

Ye Guying was silent for a while and couldn't help but say, "The relationship between you and Xiahou Di..."

"how?"

"It's indescribable, but it makes people feel a little sad."

"It will get better. After all, I am standing on a unified and stable standpoint, and I will be in the same way as her."

"Can you say this to me? I'm the Demon Sect."

"What a coincidence, so do I."

“…”

The night gradually faded away in the wind and snow. The morning sun shone down. The snow had gradually stopped. Only the breeze rustled, making the plum blossoms on the windowsill sway lightly.

Xiahou Di opened his eyes.

This sleep was very stable and heavy. It seemed that in addition to resting in the body and brain, the soul also received some extra comfort from a certain breath, which made people feel relaxed and comfortable. She had felt this breath, and the unique aura of heaven on Xue Mu.

She sat upright with great energy and tried to recall last night... her face was a little red. She leaned on his shoulders on her own initiative, but it was still too ambiguous... This is different from what Qin Wuye had been tricked by him...

Fortunately, he was very polite.

Xiahou Di reached out and stroked the ends of his hair, catching the hair intent. A knock on the door sounded, and the old servant walked in with a basin of clear water, and smiled and said, "Is the chief inspector awake?"

"Yes." Xiahou Di came to his senses and asked him: "The house Xue Mu carried me into?"

"Yes. The old slave hid and wanted to see what he would do, but he was very satisfied with it."

Xiahou Di grabbed the ends of his hair and whispered: "He untied my hair and took off my shoes..."

The old servant laughed in silence, put the basin on the table, and said with a smile: "He even kissed you."

"You!" Xiahou Di was both ashamed and angry: "You still say you are very satisfied with this?"

"But I really feel that it's not beyond the rules at all, I can only see the meaning of appreciation and distress." The old servant laughed: "This person is really interesting."

Xiahou Di pouted and stood up to wash. The old servant said again: "One hour ago, Lingzhou was shining brightly, the energy of the heavenly way surged into the sky, the meaning of virtual and real flowed through the universe, the formation stood tall, and the stars and moon shone brightly. This time the belonging of the virtual and real tripod is known to everyone in the world."

Xiahou Di wiped his face and was speechless.

Xue Mu agreed and did it that night. I wonder if Leng Zhu and the others would have a mouthful of blood.

No matter what, Xue Mu's hatred this time has been stabilized. I am afraid that when facing the angry Leng Zhuyun Qianhuang, he will no longer be as free and easy as before.

He wouldn't have to do that.

Because the court has you.

"By the way." The old servant suddenly said, "It seems that he has written something for you."

Xiahou Di was stunned, threw down the towel and strode towards the desk.

The title page of the book was not closed, and Xue Mu's handwriting was very conspicuous.

"The wind and rain send back spring, and the flying snow welcomes spring.

It is already a cliff with ice a hundred feet, and there are still beautiful flowers and branches.

I don’t compete for spring, I only repay the spring.

When the mountains are blooming, she smiles in the bushes."

The same rhythm and same chant of plum blossoms as he wrote to Xiao Qingwu, but the artistic conception is completely opposite.
Chapter completed!