In the early morning of the next day, the sky was misty and misty, and Chen Zhuan got up as usual, and opened the door...

Chen Wang: "..."

At one point, he thought he was blinded because there was a person lying lazily beside the stone table. She was wearing a thin green shirt, her hair was draped over her shoulders, and a mischievous strand was hooked around her ears.

The man unconsciously stretched out his hand to grab it, and then lay down a little lower.

A smile flashed in Chen Wang's eyes, and he walked over there.

As if hearing his footsteps, the lying person slowly got up and turned to look at Chen Wang.

"Get up..." A pair of beautiful eyes blinked extremely slowly, Shen Ping pulled out her arms, supported her chin weakly, and smiled at Chen Wang.

"Hmm." Chen Wang always felt that Shen Ping was weird, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. When the two were four feet apart, Chen Wang stopped, "It's cold and the dew is heavy, you're lying on the stone table in these clothes, isn't it cold?"

"Fortunately, there is spiritual energy to protect the body, not to mention the lush bamboo forest here, it is not cold."

Chen Wang didn't speak any more, just stood there and looked at Shen Ping. Shen Ping left yesterday and reappeared early this morning. He didn't think that this person came here just for wandering around. So, he quietly waited for Shen Ping to speak.

On the other side, many thoughts flashed through Shen Ping's mind, but seeing Chen Wang standing still, he slightly curled his lips, and stood up slowly while supporting the stone table.

His movements were as slow as an old man's, as if he hadn't woken up, or hadn't slept at all. He is a little tired right now, and there is still a hint of blue, and even the hair tie is a little crooked.

"Go back to sleep when you're tired." Chen Wang looked at him, obviously he hadn't seen him all night, why the person in front of him looked as if his bones had been pulled out.

Standing or not standing, sitting or not sitting, looks... hollowed out.

"Don't go..." Shen Ping dragged his voice, he walked slowly towards Chen Wang, suddenly he seemed to be tripped by something, and rushed towards Chen Wang.

Chen Wang subconsciously caught the man and held him in his arms.

It's hard for Chen Wang not to see this glaring embrace. Shen Ping's head was stuffed under Chen Zhuang's chin, if Chen Zhuang had time to take a look, he would know how many bad ideas were hidden in this person's eyes.

But he still held the man firmly in his arms.

Since the night at the outer gate, although Chen Wang put the person in front of his eyes, too many things happened during this period, if he was not careful, this person would suffer a mess.

Even... getting close has become a luxury.

What's more, Chen Wang has always been "cautious in his words and deeds", trying to maintain the indifference on his face, who can see the tightly clenched fists under his sleeves.

When he had a chance to hold her in his arms, he subconsciously locked her tightly, as if this could relieve the "suffering of lovesickness".

His "abnormality" is too obvious.

Shen Ping didn't even need to find out deliberately, he lowered his eyes and smiled, and came up with another idea.

"You drive me away every time, Master, do you hate me..." Since she was still lying in Chen Wang's arms, Shen Ping's voice was muffled, and there was a trace of grievance out of thin air in Chen Wang's ears.

He was helpless in an instant, and his hands trembled.

"No."

"Huh? What did Master say?" Shen Ping "accidentally" wrapped her arms around Chen Wang's waist, and rubbed her head against the side of his neck.

Chen Wang froze.

"So I'm right, Master just hates me." Shen Ping groped Chen Wang's waist restlessly with a pair of paws.

Chen Wang was extremely stiff, he belatedly retorted: "No...disgusting."

His intermittent words were really not convincing, as if he understood it himself, so he added, "I won't hate you."

He never hated Shen Ping.

Whether it is past life or present.

"Oh..." Shen Ping still refused to be honest and continued to be a monster, "But... there is still that painting..." He pinched the corner of Chen Wang's skirt with his fingers and rubbed it, his voice pretending to be hesitant, "Master, since Keeping it from me means that I am just a dispensable substitute, after all, even the disciples in the sect know the master's Taoist companion."

He was actually not quite right.

Although there was indeed a lot of rumors in the sect, even the head of the sect had never seen the appearance of that Taoist partner, Chen Wang.

After all, it was only because of the painting.

Chen Wang didn't deny it back then, let alone explain it to them now, but Shen Ping... became interested.

He wandered around just to look at the painting, as for what would happen after he saw it, he hadn't thought about it yet.

And Chen Wang was obviously disturbed by the word "substitute". His lips moved, his eyes hesitated, and he wanted to explain something but didn't know where to start.

In Shen Ping's eyes, Chen Wang's silence was reluctance.

Rao already had guesses in his heart, Shen Ping was still a little depressed, why did this person still look like a gourd with his mouth sawed off, is it hard to be honest?

While he was depressed, he reached out and groped around Chen Wang's waist, well, I remember that this guy seemed to be ticklish.

As he thought about it, a pair of paws groped for Chen Wang's side, and squeezed...

hiss!

It doesn't feel like it used to...

"What are you doing?" Chen Wang clasped Shen Ping's hand, his eyes fell on his face. Shen Ping felt guilty and didn't dare to raise her head, but her hands were still clutching Chen Wang's skirt, rubbing it repeatedly.

Chen Wang: "..." What does this mean?

In a place where Chen Wang couldn't see, Shen Ping blushed a little. He had lived his whole life, so it was a bit embarrassing to do such a small gesture.

But Chen Wang couldn't bear to say anything, because he wouldn't be able to coerce and lure him, so he planned to find some "weaknesses" of Chen Wang.

It's just that he didn't know that Chen Zhuang couldn't stand being touched by him, and deliberately changed his fierce appearance, but when he saw Shen Ping's face, he softened his attitude again, "You..." the voice It was a bit difficult to speak out, Chen Wang used to be unable to do anything to Shen Ping, he closed his lips, and did not speak again.

Originally thought that Chen Wang was so angry with him that he could open his mouth, but unexpectedly he only uttered one word and fell silent again, Shen Ping was really pissed off by him.

What kind of persuasion, what step by step, Shen Ping let go of his hand and turned his head to leave.

Don't you just don't talk, love to talk but don't talk!

Although it was a beat slower, Chen Wang still noticed Shen Ping's sudden anger.

For some reason, he reached out and grabbed Shen Ping's sleeve.

Shen Ping didn't look back, and his voice was impatient, "Let go!"

At this moment, both of them forgot their current identities, Shen Ping's anger came quickly, and he didn't want to hang out with Chen Wang here, so he tried his best to throw away his arms.

"It's stabbed..." The high-quality fabric tore a long cut, and the sound made both of them regain some sense.

Shen Ping let out a long breath, turned his back to Chen Wang, "Why?"

Chen Wang's fingers were a little cold, he followed his arm and looked at Shen Ping's back, "That painting..."

"Huh?" Shen Ping tilted her head.

Chen Wang paused, but continued, "Do you want to see it?"

The next moment, Shen Ping immediately turned around and looked at Chen Wang, "Really?"

"Yes." Chen Wang agreed.

This time, Shen Ping lost all anger, he took two steps forward, but saw Chen Wang still staying where he was. He frowned slightly, "Isn't the painting here?"

Why don't you go inside?

"Yes." Chen Wang finally lifted his feet and walked towards the bamboo house.

What touched his chin and stared at Chen Wang's back.

It's because he's grown up...that's why his appearance doesn't look the same as before?

After thinking about it, Shen Ping nodded again, no wonder he couldn't find it for so long.

Chen Wang didn't see him following for a long time, so he turned to look at him, Shen Ping was afraid that this person would regret it before the battle, so he hurriedly followed.

He didn't enter the bamboo house yesterday, so he didn't know that the place is simpler than it looks from the outside, and there are not many furnishings in the house, so you can see everything at a glance, but... Shen Ping walked slowly to the antique shelf in the corner, There were only three books there.

There were only three desolate books on the huge shelf, Shen Ping's heart moved, and he suddenly thought of something.

He was about to reach for it, but a hand was stretched out to stop him, "Don't move."

Chen Wang grabbed Shen Ping's wrist, his palm was cold, Shen Ping frowned slightly, his body was hot before, like a stove, how could it be now...

Shen Ping frowned, but Chen Wang thought it was his obstruction that had annoyed him again, he felt a bit shy, and slowly let go of his hand.

Unexpectedly, this time it was Shen Ping who clasped his wrist in reverse, with her fingertips resting on his wrist, ready to probe.

There was a rare flash of panic in Chen Wang's eyes, he quickly withdrew his hand, Shen Ping was caught in the air, and when he raised his eyes, he was suspicious, "Why don't you let me see?"

"Don't you want to look at the painting?" Chen Wang put his arms behind his back and glanced at Shen Ping. He was not angry, but guilty. This is his usual action, and Shen Ping is too familiar with it.

It's just that he didn't poke it, and followed Chen Wang's gaze to look at the only table in the room.

It was also a bamboo table case, but the inner side was a bit worn. Shen Ping stared at the wooden box next to the table, "Is that the painting in there?"

"En." Chen Wang walked over, brushing the hem of his clothes over the table, and gently rubbed the wooden box with his right hand.

From Shen Ping's perspective, he could see Chen Wang's side face, and he couldn't tell the emotion in his eyes, but this kind of Chen Wang was by no means the usual Fenyu Immortal Venerable who was serious and even a little indifferent.

This person used to be cold-tempered, but he is not as cold and indifferent as he is now.

No matter how he looked at it, Shen Ping felt that he had missed a lot, and he even dazed occasionally, thinking that he was wrong.

But there is an opportunity in front of him that needs to be verified urgently, so Shen Ping walked over, put his palm on the wooden box, but his eyes fell on Chen Wang, "I just want to see..."

Chen Wang was taken aback for a moment, and slowly moved his hand away.

Although his face was still indifferent as usual, but this time Shen Ping actually saw the helplessness in his eyes, and the arm hanging by his side was a little stiff.

For a moment, Shen Ping even wanted to give up. From the beginning to the end, he didn't want to force this person.

However, such thoughts disappeared instantly when the palm touched the edges and corners of the wooden box.

If he doesn't care about some things, he can hide them from someone in front of him.

The wooden box was not locked, and there was no talisman array, Shen Ping pressed the lock lightly, and there was a "click", both of them were stunned.

Shen Ping didn't raise his head, and Chen Wang also tacitly set his eyes on Shen Ping, but the next moment, the fingers that had lifted the lock suddenly shrank, Shen Ping's mind went blank, and his body involuntarily took a big step back. , directly hitting the bogu shelf.

Chen Wang's outstretched hand didn't have time.

Shen Ping supported his head.

Chao Shu's voice was in his head, "Go back quickly!"

The author has something to say:

Shen Ping: The truth will be revealed soon!

Chen Wang: Obviously there is a chance to show love!

Chao Shu: Did I come early or it was a coincidence... Thanks to those who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2022-09-16 23:55:12-2022-09-21 22:10:17 Oh little angel——

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 stroke hidden;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!