Zhou Ye lay flat on the ground with his hands clasped in front of his chest. Seeing this, Xia Hua put down her hands and smiled helplessly.
"Zhou Ye, don't be so scared," Xia Hua couldn't help but gently stroke Zhou Ye's messy bangs with her fingers, "You're too nervous."
"But... didn't you say it would be painful?" Zhou Ye narrowed one eye and asked timidly, "I'm still a little afraid of pain..."
"But if you are too nervous, it will be difficult to get into the state," Xia Hua said ruthlessly, "and the effect will not be very good."
"Can't you even be nervous?" Zhou Ye pouted with tears in his eyes, "Okay then, I'll give it a try..."
Zhou Ye closed his eyes again, moved his head left and right, adjusted his lying posture, and continued to remain motionless.
Xia Hua stared at Zhou Ye for a while, then smiled again and said, "You are still very nervous."
"There's nothing I can do, Sister Xia Hua," Zhou Ye cried out in collapse, "This is a psychological problem, and I really don't know how to overcome it."
"Let's do this, I'll sing to you," Xia Hua said softly, "Maybe you'll relax a little when you listen to the song."
"You can also sing?" Zhou Ye opened his eyes and looked at Xia Hua curiously, "Wow...it's hard to imagine."
"Is this so hard to imagine?" Xia Hua's cheeks turned red for no reason, "It's just singing."
"It's hard to imagine that the head of the Xiahua family can actually sing such... something soft like this."
"There's so much nonsense, do you want to listen?"
Yes, this is Xia Hua, and the one just now was probably an illusion.
"I listen, I listen..." Zhou Ye said, shrinking his neck, "I will try to relax."
"Close your eyes quickly."
Zhou Ye closed his eyes. After the conversation just now, his nervousness had dissipated a lot. He waited quietly for a few seconds before a distant humming sound drifted into his ears.
It’s almost like a mermaid singing!
Zhou Ye didn't expect Xia Hua's singing to be so beautiful, and his attention was immediately attracted to it.
Who could have imagined that this woman, who has always advocated strength and iron fist, would actually have such a singing voice...
Xia Hua hummed softly. After Zhou Ye's body calmed down, Xia Hua was no longer so embarrassed. The blush behind her ears gradually faded, and Xia Hua began to enjoy her singing.
As she chanted, she clasped her hands together and lightly crushed her palms.
Half a minute later, she spread her hands, and there were some black lines in the palm of her right hand.
Those black lines spread along Xia Hua's palm lines, as if something was crawling under the skin of her palms. Xia Hua sighed silently, and then she pulled the skirt of her chest lower.
, printed the right palm with black lines floating on his chest.
The moment skin came into contact with skin, a hazy pattern suddenly flashed on Xia Hua's chest.
That's a beautiful snake pattern.
However, the snake marks only appeared for a few seconds. Soon, the snake marks disappeared, leaving only smooth and white skin.
Xia Hua retracted her palms and lowered her eyes to look at Zhou Ye's face. Zhou Ye's face was calm and intoxicated, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep amid her own singing.
Her hands suddenly trembled.
Sigh...that's really bad.
Xia Hua laughed at herself and shook her head slowly twice.
I have become the person I least like again.
When she just rescued Zhou Ye, Xia Hua realized that her life bug was sleeping. At that time, she planned to use Zhou Ye to help her wake up the life bug.
Although the word "exploit" is not a nice word, I did have this idea at that time.
Xia Hua should be like this, rational, cold and decisive.
But... along the way, Xia Hua looked at Zhou Ye's face full of trust, but she couldn't help but imagine him as her useless brother.
As a result, now, it was my turn to hesitate.
How ridiculous.
Xia Hua's snake-patterned palm hung above Zhou Ye's forehead, but she still couldn't move her hand away.
Although it would not be directly life-threatening, both of them knew that with Zhou Ye's current physical condition, it could only be a disaster.
Once my hand falls...
"Sister Xia Hua, it's okay."
Zhou Ye suddenly spoke.
Xia Hua was stunned for a moment. She stared blankly at Zhou Ye's smiling face.
He didn't fall asleep.
He is waiting too.
Xia Hua gritted her teeth, and with a cruel move, she placed her palm firmly on Zhou Ye's forehead.
Zhou Ye's body twitched violently.
"How do you feel?" Xia Hua asked hurriedly.
"It's... not bad," Zhou Ye reluctantly raised the corners of his mouth, "Go on, Sister Xia Hua."
Xia Hua nodded, and after realizing that Zhou Ye couldn't see her, she said softly, "Okay."
Black lines climbed from Xia Hua's palms to Zhou Ye's body bit by bit, as if ink had been injected into Zhou Ye's blood vessels. The black lines spread freely along Zhou Ye's blood vessels, and Zhou Ye's body's reaction became more and more intense.
It's getting stronger.
It can be seen that he is suppressing his discomfort.
"If it hurts, you can scream out." Xia Hua said.
Zhou Ye's back molars made a sound, but he still shook his head vigorously. After a while, he loosened his clenched teeth and said with a smile, "Sister Xia Hua, please continue singing to me, okay?"
good?"
***
"Alarm?" Luo Jiutian tried to understand the Taoist Master's thoughts, "You mean, the fever in this white suit means that something is coming?"
"What do you think?" the Taoist priest once again asked his classic line.
"It's possible," Li Muyuan said, "It seems there is danger around here."
After finishing speaking, the three of them looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes.
There is danger, so what?
"But isn't there danger everywhere here?" Luo Jiutian shrugged, "Do you still need it to remind you?"
"That makes sense," the Taoist priest said, "so let's just throw it away."
"This...I don't want to part with it," Luo Jiutian hesitated, "I always feel that this is something special, and I want to take it back..."
Take it back and show it to my dad. This is the complete version of what he said.
"Taoist Priest, please let Jiutian take it with you," Li Muyuan said. "Jiutian won't be burned by it anyway. At present, it seems that this thing is not harmful. When it becomes harmful, we can't throw it away."
Late."
"And it's not hot anymore," Luo Jiutian said, "If you don't believe me, try it."
Luo Jiutian said and handed over the white clothes.
The Taoist priest looked at Luo Jiutian suspiciously, then suddenly stretched out his hand and touched it.
Luo Jiutian stared and retracted his hand, "Taoist priest, why are you really touching me! I'm just kidding!"
The Taoist priest tilted his head and looked at his hand that almost touched the white suit.
"The weird thing is," the Taoist priest said, "it's really not hot anymore."