The third uncle always wants to elope

Chapter 19

The air in the room did not know when it cooled down, as if in an ice cellar, Wu Tomaoqing couldn't help but turned his head and looked at the double books in his arms.

Although he is usually silent most of the time, the disciples in the sect respect him very much, so as long as they are together, some people will try their best to find a topic, and sometimes Wu Tomato will regard him as A silent listener.

But when facing this person, he seemed to have a lot of things to say in his heart, like a volcano that hasn't erupted yet, and the trend is about to go out but he can't find an outlet to vent.

Seeing that he hadn't opened his mouth, Wu Tongqing felt a little strange, but saw that he had sat closer to him at some point, and the face that charmed all living beings was close at hand, but Wu Tongqing's eyes fell on the line on his neck. Visible red marks.

This red mark looks like a neatly cut scar, not only on the neck, but also on the collarbone and arm that are inadvertently exposed, Wu Tomaoqing thinks without doubt, in places he can't see, these make him upset There may be many more red marks.

Huai Shuangshu supported Wu Tomqing with one hand, their breaths were intertwined, and their postures were also very ambiguous, but there was no emotion or desire in their eyes, Wu Tomaoqing's eyes were clear, while Huai Shuangshu It is deep.

Of course, the cycad tree doesn't bloom from the very beginning, and at this time, Wu Tomaoqing is still puzzled.

Seeing that Huai Shuangshu was wearing thin clothes, he lifted off the musty-smelling quilt on the bed and put it on Huai Shuangshu's shoulders.

"It's getting cold."

He still looked expressionless as before, but a closer look at the tightly clenched hands on his knees revealed the tension in his heart.

"Push!"

The good atmosphere was broken by his words, Huai Shuangshu couldn't help chuckling.

He has good facial features, and when he smiles, his brows and eyes are vivid like a lifelike picture of a beauty.

Looking at the smiling and cheerful Huai Shuangshu, Wu Tomaoqing's heart also slightly trembled, and for some reason there was a long-lost sense of familiarity in his heart.

When he reacted, his hand was already on the right side of Huai Shuangshu's face.

Sensing the warm touch on his face, Huai Shuangshu's smile slowly faded away, and there was an unpredictable gloomy look in his eyes.

Wu Tongqing didn't realize how ambiguous and weird his actions were, but his black pupils were full of seriousness and purity.

I don't know why, it's obviously a very plain sight, but it makes people's heart a little hot.

Because of his practice of exercises, his body temperature is quite high all year round, and his palms always have a burning sensation, while Huai Shuangshu is the opposite. Wu Tomaoqing feels that the palm of his hand is actually a piece of ice in the deep winter.

Thumb wiped the tear mole lightly, with some doubts in his eyes, he murmured: "It's true."

Huai Shuangshu narrowed his eyes slightly, and his pupils, which were black just now, turned crimson in an instant, but it only lasted for a moment, and soon returned to lifeless darkness.

He took Wu Tomaoqing's hand down and joked: "You are not very polite, do you often touch others like this?"

Although the words were light-hearted, in fact, Huai Shuangshu really couldn't deny that he cared, even if this person had lived under his nose for ten years.

Wu Tomaoqing withdrew his hand, put it back on his knee obediently, and said sincerely: "No."

In fact, I already had the answer in my heart, but after hearing Wu Tomaqing's answer, there was still a smile in Huai Shuangshu's eyes.

Huai Shuangshu's voice was a little low, and his usually slow tone now sounded like flirting.

"Samcheong."

Wu Tongqing looked up at him, the dim light made his complexion fair, his eyebrows were exquisite like a fairy in a painting, and the beauty mole was dotted between his eyebrows. Someone once praised him at the immortal cultivation conference that he was born not to belong to this world and everything, and could not fall. The mortal world cannot touch the secular world.

"Ok?"

Huai Shuang said slowly, "If I told you to leave tomorrow, would you leave?"

Wu Tomaoqing shook his head, and replied honestly: "No."

Huai Shuangshu naturally knew his answer, and knew that it was unnecessary, but he couldn't stop asking in a low voice: "Why? Didn't I say that the Long Soul Lamp will be given to you later?"

"The Demon Realm is about to send troops to arrive here, and all the sects in your Immortal Cultivation Realm will surely get the news that this place is about to become the center of a storm. Wouldn't it be troublesome for you to stay here?"

Although the consequences of what he said were serious, the firmness in Wu Tomaoqing's eyes never changed since he saw the old man.

"Here's what I must find."

Huai Shuangshu sat up straight, smiled lightly and said, "What is it?"

Wu Tongqing shook his head, frowned slightly, but his eyes were somewhat confused, and said, "I don't know either."

"What if you can't find it here?"

"Then I'll keep looking."

Huai Shuangshu didn't speak again, and was silent for a while. He stood up slowly, jumped down the window, and left.

When Wu Tomaoqing walked to the window, there was no one on the street. If it wasn't for the residual plum fragrance in the house, he really thought that everything that happened just now was a dream at midnight.

Huai Shuangshu, who left Wu Tomao Qing's room, walked a little hurriedly. When he walked into the depths of the alley, his heart raced faster and faster. Finally, he leaned on the wall, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed on the wall bricks in the alley. .

In the past ten years, the first time had two heart turmoils, one was four years ago, and the other was now.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Huai Shuangshu's face was almost pale, his eyes were lowered, as if he had passed out.

"What should I do with you?"

There seemed to be all kinds of helplessness in these words, but it seemed to be mixed with an inseparable obsession.

...

"Hey! Miki, are you awake?"

Wu Tomato's voice came from outside the door.

Wu Tomaoqing opened his eyes, the sky was bright, he didn't sleep all night, but he didn't look tired, on the contrary he looked very energetic.

Going to the door and opening the door, Wu Tomatoyu had two dark circles under his eyes, his face was full of lovelessness, he opened his mouth and yawned, with some tears in his eyes, he said tiredly: "Your little apprentice last night Not only snoring, but also talking in sleep, startled and frightened, I was so annoying that I didn’t sleep well all night.”

Wu Tomaoqing ignored his complaints, pushed him away and walked out of the house.

Wu Tomato didn't care about his indifferent attitude, he yawned and his eyes were sleepy.

The old man got up very early, and had already set out the porridge and side dishes, and put several big white steamed buns beside him.

Seeing them getting up, the old man greeted them and went to work in the kitchen again.

Seeing him enter the kitchen, Wu Tomao whispered in Wu Tomqing's ear: "You said last night that there are nine gates here, but no one else can get in, and he won't go out, and this is a deserted city, where is it?" These semolina from here."

Wu Tomaoqing didn't answer his topic, and suddenly took a steamed bun from the table and looked at it carefully.

There was something strange in Wu Tomaoyu's eyes, and he said puzzledly: "I was very strange last night, haven't you been bigu for several years? Why are you suddenly interested in eating?"

Wu Tomaoqing ignored him, handed it to his mouth and took a bite. It was soft and delicious, with no sweet taste, and it was no different from ordinary steamed buns, but a strange sense of hunger surged in his mouth, and he took big mouthfuls. Stuffing it into his mouth, he quickly swallowed one, and reached out to take the second.

The change in the early morning was so abnormal, Wu Tomato was so frightened by him, he said in amazement: "What's wrong with you? Don't be bewitched, hey, wait, I'll pour you a cup of tea, don't choke to death ah."

When Wu Nian calmed down, the plate of big white steamed buns on the table had already been swallowed by Wu Tomao.

Wu Tomoma frowned, the way Wu Tomao ate just now really looked like a ghost.

The old man just came out and saw that the steamed buns on the plate were gone, he said with a smile: "This young man is hungry, why don't I make some more."

Wu Tomato waved his hand, bowed to the old man, and said: "Don't bother, old man, we have to continue on our way here, thank you for taking me in last night."

The old man didn't respond, he helped him up slowly, and said calmly: "You're welcome, it's just a simple meal, as long as you don't dislike it."

After some courtesies, Wu Tomato grabbed Wu Nian'an who was still eating and drinking on the table, and walked outside the house.

Seeing them leaving, the old man slowly closed the door, and there was a heavy sound on the door frame.

Wu Tomato glanced back unconsciously, and found that the old man in the closed door had a strange expression on his face. When he looked carefully, the door was closed tightly with a 'bang'.

There really wasn't even a human habitation around here, and it looked more deserted during the day than at night.

Wu Nian'an looked at Wu Tomao's indifferent expression, and whispered timidly towards Wu Tomyu: "Uncle, I don't think there is anyone here, why don't we ask Master to leave quickly."

If he spends another night in this ghost place tonight, Wu Nian'an doesn't even dare to think about it.

"What are you thinking about in your mind all day? Isn't it me and your master here? What are you afraid of!"

Wu Tomoma couldn't help but wanted to slap his head, but he held back in the end. He was stupid enough now, and if he pats this head again, it might really be a display.

As the old man said, the residents and merchants have all left, leaving only dilapidated houses and empty courtyards, and thick fallen leaves piled up on the streets.

Today's weather is not as good as before, the weather is gloomy, and the air is a bit stuffy, which makes people feel a little restless.

I walked around for a while, but I didn't find anything special. It's normal to be a little weird and disturbing.

Wu Tomaoyu: "This place is strange. There is nothing special about it, but everything is strange."

Wu Tongqing also frowned, lowered his head and pondered.

Wu Tomato slapped his palms with a folding fan, and murmured, "Did you overlook something..."

"Where is that place?"

Wu Nian'an's voice rang out, and there was something pleasantly surprised in his words.

The two people who heard this looked along his fingertips and found that at the end of the street, there was a very dilapidated house standing among the weeds half a person's height. A long time ago, it was dilapidated, and there was a plaque on the gate of the courtyard.

It was covered with thick dust, and only the four large characters on it could be vaguely discerned.

"Yuyin Academy."