I am beautiful alone [Rebirth]

Chapter 42 Hawthorn

Yi Xuefeng looked at Ning Yu like a fool, and took half a step back without any trace.

Qieyun expressionless: "Father, let's go."

Don't play with fools.

Yi Xuefeng turned around and was about to run, but Ning Yu was upset by the complicated "compromise", and shouted coldly: "Stop!"

Yi Xuefeng turned around helplessly, and said: "Jianzun, I have something important to go back first."

Ning Yu said bitterly, is there anything more important than me?

But keeping Yi Xuefeng back, he didn't know what to say, so he had to rack his brains to find something to talk about under Yi Xuefeng's gaze.

Ning Yu has never been nice to others in the past hundred years, and he has never tried to actively control his emotions. Now it is more difficult for him to restrain his temper than to kill him.

He thought hard about how Qingchuan-kun communicated with other people on weekdays, as if he always talked about food and fun?

After a while, Ning Yu said expressionlessly, "Is that grass delicious this morning?"

Yi Xuefeng: "..."

Yi Xuefeng's anger at being forced to hold grass all night had already dissipated when he saw Ning Yu's messed up appearance. At this time, Ning Yu actually brought it up and asked him if it was good?

Yi Xuefeng's anger, which had been suppressed with difficulty, rose again, and he said bluntly: "Why don't Master Jian taste it himself, and you will know whether it is delicious or not?"

His words were stinging. Ning Yu had never been provoked like this before. He frowned instinctively and wanted to curse, but suddenly remembered that the person in front of him was probably [-]% likely to be Yi Xuefeng, so he forcibly said it. The scolding was swallowed back, and he almost suffocated himself to death.

Yi Xuefeng took a deep breath, and said coldly: "Is there anything else for Master Jian? Okay, if not, Fuyu will leave first."

He didn't wait for Ning Yu's answer at all, he turned his head to hide his anger and left.

Ning Yu called "stop" a few times from behind, but Yi Xuefeng didn't listen, and ran away like a rabbit.

Ning Yu was concerned about face and couldn't go directly to chase after him, so he could only stand where he was, watching Yi Xuefeng leave with a gloomy face.

He stood in the rain for a while before Qing Chuan-jun flew over waving the wings of the paper crane. He also wore a small bamboo hat the size of a fingernail on top of his head to shield the spiritual power of the paper crane's eyebrows from being scattered by the rain.

Seeing Ning Yu's rare embarrassment, Mr. Qingchuan forcibly held back his gloating smile, coughed dryly, and said, "Jianzun, just now I saw the little fairy running away in anger. Are you... not agreeing?"

Ning Yu didn't start talking at all, how could it be possible?

He held his breath, and just wanted to throw his hands away and leave Lin Fuyu alone, but there was a [-]% possibility that he forcibly endured and did not do something that he regretted.

Seeing that he was so angry, Mr. Qingchuan found it both funny and pitiful.

"Why don't you buy something to coax him, whether it's Lin Fuyu or Junshang, they are easy to coax, as long as you buy him something, he will definitely let go of the past."

Ning Yu's face was full of indifference: "What suspicion? I'm not wrong at all."

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Mr. Qingchuan could only nod perfunctorily: "Yes, Sword Master is right."

After being blown by the cold wind for a while, Ning Yu calmed down completely, took a deep breath, and suddenly turned around and walked out of the courtyard.

Mr. Qingchuan didn't dare to land on his shoulder, so he could only flap his wings and land on the hilt of his sword behind him, wondering, "Master Sword, where are you going?"

Ning Yu said, "Shopping."

Qingchuan-kun: "..."

Mr. Qingchuan originally thought he was just talking, but who knew that Ning Yu actually went to the busy main street of Hanhuai River alone to pick and choose.

There were people coming and going on the main street of Hanhuaichuan, and the shouts of sales could be heard for several streets. Ning Yu didn't like places with many people, but he had to endure his disgust and walked into that street in order to buy things in person.

Ning Yu walked half a street, stopped at the gate of a sword workshop, and was about to step in, Qing Chuanjun hurriedly said: "Hey! Master Jianfang, why are you going to the sword workshop?"

Ning Yu frowned: "Didn't you buy something to coax him?"

Qingchuan-kun: "..."

Mr. Qingchuan said weakly: "Who would buy a sword to coax people?"

Ning Yu said: "Is there anyone who doesn't like swords?"

Qingchuan-kun: "..."

Mr. Qingchuan gave up discussing this issue with him, and found another way, saying: "The little fairy already has the Cloud Cutting Sword, so how can I look at other Fantie?"

Ning Yu: "I'll buy him a better one, and Qieyun doesn't need it."

Mr. Qingchuan was about to go crazy: "Jianzun, do you still want to coax people?!"

Ning Yu frowned more and more, and finally gave up buying the sword after Mr. Qingchuan repeatedly assured that "if the little fairy receives the sword, he will ignore you even more, think twice, Lord Sword".

Qingchuan Jundao: "Here, just buy something that ordinary children like, and you can also eat it. There is candied hawthorn at the stall next to it. Just buy this."

With a gloomy expression, Ning Yu walked to the candied hawthorn stall Mr. Qingchuan said, and met the peddler's eyes coldly, scaring people so much that the snowflake sugar almost spilled.

The peddler's heart is so scary, this person, he said tremblingly: "This... Immortal Master, do you want candied hawthorn?"

After he finished speaking, cold sweat was about to be stared out by Ning Yu's eyes.

Ning Yu's aura is so terrifying that even monks of his age and rank dare not contact him for too long, let alone a mortal.

He looked at the sweaty peddler blankly, and said after a long time, "Yes."

The peddler hurriedly wrapped the hawthorn in oiled paper with shaking hands, and Ning Yu frowned even more when he saw that he had given him a full package.

The peddler said with difficulty: "Xian, Xianshi?"

Ning Yu said: "Only half."

Vendor: "???"

The peddler didn't know why, but he didn't have the guts to ask, so he poured out half a bag of candied hawthorn with shaking hands, and handed the rest to Ning Yu tremblingly.

Ning Yu bowed his head and counted, then used his spiritual power to draw out three hawthorns covered with icing sugar and put them back on the stall, saying: "There are too many."

The peddler's face was about to freeze with a smile.

Ning Yu was a compromise in his emotions, and he had to compromise in coaxing people to buy things. He couldn't have more than one. He took out a spirit stone from his sleeve that could buy a hawthorn tree, put it on the stall, turned around and left.

Mr. Qingchuan has been watching from the side, not knowing how to evaluate Ning Yu's actions, so he kept silent.

Ning Yu returned to the residence holding the oil paper bag, and began to think about how to give things to Yi Xuefeng in a cold and gentle manner.

Mr. Qingchuan reminded: "Jianzun, if you want to give it, give it quickly, this sugar will melt soon, and you can't eat it by then."

Only then did Ning Yu frowned, and after taking out another paper crane to input spiritual power, he said, "Come here, Jiansui is here for you."

After finishing speaking, the paper crane seemed to come alive, flapping its wings and flying towards Yi Xuefeng's residence.

Qingchuan-kun: "..."

Yes, I've never seen such an arrogant coaxing gesture.

A while later, Yi Xuefeng who had received the paper crane really came.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the corners of Ning Yu's lips curled up slightly, and then quickly pressed down, sitting on the chair, waiting for Yi Xuefeng to come in.

Soon, Yi Xuefeng appeared at the threshold, he probably ran over, his hair was covered with drizzle, and a few drops slowly fell down his broken hair.

Yi Xuefeng panted slightly, looked at Ning Yu in front of him, and said, "Jianzun, can you count on what you say?"

Ning Yu said, "Naturally."

Only then did Yi Xuefeng breathe a sigh of relief, he crossed the threshold and walked forward, bowing his head slightly with an extremely obedient appearance, stretched out his palm towards Ning Yu, and looked at him eagerly.

Seeing that he had calmed down his anger, Ning Yu felt as coaxed as Xue Feng.

Yi Xuefeng looked at him expectantly, Ning Yu's eyes moved slightly.

I don't know if he knew that Lin Fuyu was probably because of Yi Xuefeng, but Ning Yu began to feel more and more that there were too many similarities between the two.

Whether it's the obedient and gentle expression in his eyebrows, as well as the anticipation and vague longing when he looked up at him, they are almost exactly the same as Yi Xuefeng back then.

Although Motou Ning has a distasteful temper, he wins because of his top-notch cultivation and good appearance, coupled with the openness of the barbarian demon cultivators, many succubi who are not afraid of death have tried to climb into his bed in the past hundred years. He spent the spring night together, but Ning Yu beat them all out mercilessly.

Even so, there are still countless people who want to double cultivate with him.

Ning Yu has been looked at by so many longing eyes, and he has already become numb for a hundred years, so whenever Lin Fuyu looked at him with this kind of eyes, he never thought about it.

Yi Xuefeng stretched out his hand and waited for a long time, but Ning Yu didn't say a word, as if he didn't intend to return Jiansui to him, he was a little anxious, shook his paw, and said, "Jian Zun? Hmm? Jian Zun , Jiansui!"

Ning Yu thought to himself: Even the coquettish ending sounds are very similar.

Ning Yu took a deep breath, not daring to think about it anymore, he pointed to the candied hawthorn wrapped in oil paper beside him, and said, "Take it."

Yi Xuefeng didn't know why, so she stretched out her hand to take a look at the greased paper, and asked doubtfully, "Give it to me?"

Ning Yu sullenly said, "Yes."

Yi Xuefeng didn't know what he was planning, but for the sake of Jiansui, he didn't think too much, he quickly took the sugar hawthorn in his hand, and stretched out his other hand towards Ning Yu as if he was begging for food, and said pitifully: " Jian Sui."

Ning Yu frowned and said, "You don't like to eat this?"

Yi Xuefeng nodded like a pounding garlic: "I like it, I like it to death, I can eat three in one bite."

Ning Yu said: "Then why don't you eat?"

Yi Xuefeng: "..."

Yi Xuefeng began to wonder if the candy hawthorn had been poisoned, but seeing Ning Yu's horrified expression of "you won't get the sword spike if you don't eat it", he could only pinch the slightly melted candy hawthorn with a face full of humiliation start eating.

In fact, Ning Yu didn't intend to force him to eat at all, but his face is not angry and arrogant, even when he looks at people quietly, he has a cold and heartless appearance, which makes people have to think about it.

Ning Yu was not very lucky. Although the candied hawthorn he bought looked good, the hawthorn was probably picked before it was ripe. If he bit it, even if it was wrapped in snowflake sugar, it would be sour.

Yi Xuefeng only ate one, and his tears were almost sour, but because of Jiansui, he forcibly endured, and ate up half a pack of hawthorn bite by bite, and at the end of the meal, he already started crying while eating.

Ning Yu was secretly startled, and sent a voice transmission to Mr. Qingchuan who was watching the show: "He actually likes eating this hawthorn so much that he cried."

Qingchuan-kun: "..."

Ning Yu said: "Next time he gets angry again, I'll buy it again to coax him."

Ning Yu seemed to have obtained a life-saving talisman, and felt that even if he unscrupulously stuffed grass into Yi Xuefeng's mouth in the future, he would not be afraid of him getting angry.

Qingchuan-kun: "..."

Qingchuan-kun kept smiling and didn't want to say anything.

After Yi Xuefeng finished eating, his face was full of tears, he wiped it carelessly, and said tremblingly with red lips: "Jian Jian Jian Sui Wu."

Ning Yu was in a good mood, and mercifully returned the sword spike in his arms to him.

As soon as Yi Xuefeng got Jiansui, she immediately covered her face and ran out.

Ning Yu watched his back disappear from sight, and after thinking for a moment, he asked a soul-striking question to himself.

"If he is really Xuefeng, what is the reason why he wants to hide it from me?"

Mr. Qingchuan had seen enough good shows, and he was in a good mood at this time. While feeding the spirit beast, he said, "Maybe... amnesia?"

Ning Yu: "Tch."

After Qingchuan finished speaking, he knew that he was talking nonsense. He raised his hand and touched the spirit beast in front of him that was desperately rubbing against him. He tilted his head and thought, and suddenly said: "Did the sword master say something in front of Lin Fuyu about the bad things about the king?" words?"

Ning Yu looked at him like a fool: "Am I crazy? Why did you mention Xuefeng in front of him?"

Mr. Qingchuan felt the same when he thought about it. Even if he mentioned Yi Xuefeng in the past hundred years, he would be choked by Ning Yu, not to mention that he took the initiative to mention it in front of others.

It was getting late, and a bell rang melodiously outside. Ning Yu gathered up his robe and walked towards the gate of Hanhuai River.

Halfway through the walk, he stopped suddenly, and for some reason, a horrified expression slowly surfaced on his usually indifferent face, as if he had seen a ghost.

Mr. Qingchuan had just fed the spirit beast, and was about to cut off the spirit power when he caught a glimpse of Ning Yu's rare expression, and asked doubtfully, "What's wrong?"

Ning Yu started picking at the gold thread on his sleeve again, frowning tightly, his face unexpectedly pale.

He pretended to be calm and said, "Nothing."

"You are wrong, you shouldn't use this..."

Ning Yu didn't look at the road in a daze, and stepped on a small puddle full of stagnant water. The muddy water splashed and wet his clothes, but he who always loved cleanliness had no time to care about it. When he was in Yunhu City, what he said to the counterfeit "Yi Xuefeng".

"...the face that disgusts me the most."

And Yi Xuefeng's pale face who seemed to want to say something to him.

The author has something to say: Ning Yu: Damn it!It shouldn't be pretentious!

Thanks to Shan Xianyi, Ting Yun, Akita Doge Li, Chun Feng Du Chan Qiu Zui x3 for mine

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