Looking at Zhu Ying falling down softly and with quiet fair face, Bai Yuhe felt embarrassed and speechless.
Especially in front of Duan Qingyan, Bai Yuhe was busy explaining: "I really don't know your senior brother. I really don't like men. Little lamb, listen to my explanation. I really don't know that he is actually. Alas, it's just strange. I'm so charming that I can't even take both men and women."
‘No need to explain.’ Duan Qingyan spoke calmly.
With such a calm expression, Bai Yuhe misunderstood again. He thought Duan Qingyan would not give him a chance to explain, and he didn't care about his usual gentle image. He pulled Duan Qingyan's arm and said:
‘Little lamb, I have calculated that I am yours. Even if you don’t want me, I will be loyal to you in my life. You cannot doubt my innocence.’
Duan Qingyan didn't expect that his prank would attract Bai Yuhe's confession. This time it was Duan Qingyan's turn to look embarrassed:
‘Brother He, you really misunderstood. My third senior brother has confession syndrome, don’t take it seriously. You, don’t have confession syndrome, do you? I just thought you didn’t say it. Goodbye.’
After saying that, Duan Qingyan hurriedly picked up Zhu Ying and walked into the house.
Behind him, a wood fire grabbed Bai Yuhe's neck and walked out. Duan Qingyan vaguely heard Bai Yuhe's exclamation, and pretended not to hear it, and sent Zhu Ying back to the house to rest first.
This time, Zhu Ying woke up quickly and woke up in half an hour. As soon as he woke up, he grabbed Duan Qingyan and couldn't help but apologize.
Duan Qingyan pointed helplessly at the Baiyu Crane.
Zhu Ying looked at the white feathered crane, his eyes focused on the round yellow thunder rat at his feet, and looked back at Duan Qingyan in confusion.
Yi Muhuo, who was not interested in talking, spoke at this time: "He is the one you confessed to."
The same direction as Duan Qingyan pointed.
Zhu Ying looked at Duan Qingyan and Yimuhuo. Then he looked at the awkward Baiyuhe, and he really wanted to find a hole to drill down.
"Yimuhuo has passed the assessment. Please arrange your salary and residence. I will go to refine the weapon first." Duan Qingyan was too lazy to care about these two embarrassing people, for fear that Bai Yuhe would talk about him again. Duan Qingyan simply used the refining weapon to escape. This trick was so effective, at least for the third senior brother.
"Weapon refining. Junior Sister Qingyan is away. Junior Sister Qingyan should pay more attention to rest." When Zhu Ying heard about the weapon refining, his eyes were indeed lit.
"Yi Muhuo, come with me."
Leaving the gazes of Zhu Ying, Bai Yuhe and others, Duan Qingyan brought a wood fire into the refining room and closed the formation.
Up and down, left and right, looked at the wood and fire, Duan Qingyan spoke coldly:
"You have to rely on catching spirits for your cultivation? Think I am a three-year-old child? Tell me. Which force sent me, what purpose? Who are you?" Duan Qingyan paused and continued, "My cultivation may not be as good as you, but it does not mean that I can't deal with you."
"I am the spirit-capturing man Yimuhuo." Yimuhuo's performance was still very calm, so calm that Duan Qingyan had the urge to beat someone up.
If you have your identity exposed, you can at least give me some expression? If it is a spy, you can at least panic. If it is not a spy, you can at least explain it in a hurry? What is the fuss of a expression like this?
Although Duan Qingyan was depressed, he would not put his expression on his face. Duan Qingyan also learned to be expressionless in dealing with such expressionless faces.
"Then explain to me, where did your martial arts come from? Don't tell me what kind of trading business you bought, this explanation is too bad. Then explain to me, even with such a high level of cultivation, you can be valued at any force you join in Nanyuan, at least there is no shortage of spirit stones. But you live a life of capturing spirits for a living? Don't tell me that you are noble and unwilling to join the power. If you are really noble, why are you willing to be my bodyguard?" Duan Qingyan asked in one breath, staring at Yimuhuo.
Since she lost her composure in front of Qiu Kuang, Duan Qingyan has told herself that she should be strong and not lose to anyone in terms of momentum. She has been working hard in this direction.
Unfortunately, everything, anger, strength, questioning, and blame, seemed powerless in front of Yimuhuo. Because he was still the expressionless face, not even a little helpless, a little aggrieved, or awkward.
He just replied expressionlessly: "My martial arts are inherited from the family, and it is not convenient for me to tell you more about inheritance; as for why I live by catching spirits, my spirit body has never been sold before I met you, and I live by collecting herbs. Why don't I join the power? I don't know, do you have to join? I just don't like it. As for why I am your bodyguard, because you are the only person who makes me interested in entrusting the spirit body in my hand."
After answering in one breath, Yimuhuo added: "Next time you ask questions one by one, and make clear statements. Otherwise, you will be very tired."
Duan Qingyan couldn't help but suck. With such a wooden face, Duan Qingyan really didn't think he could lie. This is intuition.
In fact, Duan Qingyan was still a little selfish when he chose Yimuhuo as a bodyguard. Yimuhuo combined it with the word Qiu. Even though she was disappointed with Qiukuang, she still hoped that Qiukuang could return to her, so she unconsciously regarded Yimuhuo as Qiukuang's substitute.
Unfortunately, after answering Yimuhuo’s question, Duan Qingyan’s heart also became sank again and again.
Duan Qingyan felt that he could not be Qiu Kuang. Qiu Kuang was so arrogant, but he was so emu.
It’s good, so it’s better not to meet again if you meet awkwardly.
After taking a complicated look at Muhuo, Duan Qingyan warned with the relationship of a strange collaborator: "If one day I find out that you betray me, don't blame me for being ruthless."
"Are you going to gull me?"
Duan Qingyan shook his head, opened the door of the refining room, and watched the wood and fire leave.
Just now, as long as Duan Qingyan had a thought, he could mobilize the Nine Sword Killing Formation arranged by Tianhui himself in the refining room.
This weapon refining room is Duan Qingyan’s last guarantee at the Holy Medical Sect and is also the safest place for her. If it is not necessary, Duan Qingyan doesn’t want to expose it in advance.
As for Yimuhuo, I hope what he said is true. Duan Qingyan will also be wary of his actions. After all, he is not his own, and there are obvious doubts.
So Duan Qingyan’s choice is: use, but not unreserved trust.
No doubts are used, no doubts about people. The reason is naturally reasonable, but then you have to have a choice first.
After Yi Muhuo left, Duan Qingyan couldn't help but ask A Dai: "A Dai, when you first saw Yi Muhuo, did you say he looked familiar? Now you remembered it? Do you think he was wearing Qiu Kuang costume to play with me?"
"How could Qiu Kuang be so arrogant, it's impossible to become so honest." A Dai replied indignantly. But he was silently muttering in his heart: I am so good at giving A Dai elixirs, which is obviously much better than that big villain Qiu Kuang. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.)