Daoist is beautiful and delicious

Chapter 9

Song Yu didn't dare to go out, but more and more strange things happened around him. For example, a dead mouse appeared in the teacup he just drank. Scared Master Song who was sitting next to him into the coffin.

Song Yu was driven back to the room angrily by his father. On the way back to the room, he felt that there were many things around him spying on him. There was no one around, and he felt very depressed. He was slapped on the head by something, Song Yu Angrily, I turned around and wanted to curse, but found that there was no one there. It was a scorching summer day, but there was a cold wind blowing from time to time.

In broad daylight, there are no ghosts coming out, don't scare yourself, I'd better go back to the room, Song Yu quickened his pace, but suddenly a small cloth tiger appeared on the road, stepped on it, slipped and was about to face the ground , embraced by a strong arm.

Song Yu stood still and looked back, it turned out to be Mo Qingfeng. At this time, his hand was still holding Mo Qingfeng's arm, but he felt very comfortable, without the feeling of peeping around, and without the noise The environment is still the summer he is familiar with.

"What happened?" Mo Qingfeng asked strangely seeing him holding on to him and not letting go.

"It's nothing, thank you, Daoist Mo." Song Yu laughed and let go of Mo Qingfeng unnaturally.

"No thanks."

"Hey." Seeing Mo Qingfeng turn around and leave, Song Yu quickly stopped, stammering: "Well, I'm sorry, I was so rude to you that day, and you helped me."

"nothing."

As soon as Mo Qingfeng stretched out his hand, a note appeared in his hand. When he opened it, Mo Qingfeng's unchanging face showed a hint of surprise, said goodbye to Song Yu, and left in a hurry.

It was late at night when Mo Qingfeng returned to Song's house again. Mo Qingfeng frowned, as if he was preoccupied. He changed his clothes and went to bed without turning on the lights in the room. He lay on the bed and touched the quilt, feeling soft and warm under the quilt. Something warm, Daoist Mo was startled, he was so restless tonight, he didn't notice the unexpected guest in his room at all.

Just as Mo Qingfeng was about to get out of bed, Song Yu hurriedly stopped him and hugged him, saying, "Don't leave, Daoist, I'm so scared."

"Let go!" Mo Qingfeng said in a panicked tone.

"I won't let go!"

"Let go!"

"I don't let go, once I let go, ghosts are everywhere around me."

"I'll exorcise ghosts for you."

"You lied, you drove him away so many times, every time you leave, the ghost still comes." Song Yu tightened his grip, as if trying to strangle him to death.

Although it is through the clothes, they can still feel each other's body temperature, not to mention that it is summer now, and it is really hot for two big men to hug each other.

Mo Qingfeng's thoughts are a little confused now, thinking about today's events, his face is a little ugly, and he said coldly: "Song Yu, don't think that I dare not do anything to you."

When Song Yu heard this, he said stubbornly: "Whatever you want, you can kill me, anyway, I won't let go. I would rather die here than talk about poetry, poetry, or philosophy of life with those ghosts."

When Mo Qingfeng's magical hand touched Song Yu's shoulder, it fell apart, and Mo Qingfeng sighed softly.

Song Yu secretly said happily that this stinky Taoist priest really didn't dare to do anything to him, so he pushed his nose and face even more, and directly pushed Mo Qingfeng down on the bed, using all four limbs together, hanging on Mo Qingfeng like a bear.

"Sleep, sleep." It was much quieter now.

Mo Qingfeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, Song Yu immediately fell asleep, pouting, his hands trying to push Song Yu away turned into stroking, and he also fell asleep unconsciously.

Song Yu woke up from Mo Qingfeng, the feeling of having no dreams for a night was much more comfortable, stretched comfortably, no dream where there was always a woman who wanted to marry him, no dream where there was always a ghost asking him to avenge the ghost Revenge, and there is no horror scene of always being chased and killed in the dream.

Since then, Song Yu has been completely dependent on Mo Qingfeng, sleeping on the same bed with Mo Qingfeng every day, and Mo Qingfeng's room has become the room of his second son Song. No matter how much Mo Qingfeng resists, even if Mo Qingfeng Qing Feng had a tough attitude, but Mo Qingfeng succumbed to being flamboyant and playful in front of him, and no matter how inappropriate it was for two big men to sleep together, Song Yu fell asleep.

Mo Qingfeng also had quite a headache about this matter, and he also talked to Young Master Song about it, but he never expected that Song Ming would not only protect his younger brother, but also make them sworn brothers.

When Song Ming said this, he almost spit out the tea in his mouth.Mo Qingfeng

"Xiaofeng." Song Ming took a sip of tea calmly.

Xiaofeng?Mo Qingfeng frowned uncomfortably.

"You also know that my younger brother was born rich and honorable, and he is prone to ghosts and ghosts peeking at him. His white jade for self-defense was broken by him again, and it is beyond repair. I am just such a younger brother. If something unfortunate happens at this time, how can I tell you?" Parents, tell me." Song Ming wiped his eyes with his sleeve, stood behind him, and Li Shao cooperatively handed over the handkerchief.

Mo Qingfeng felt ashamed. Aren't Master Song and Mrs. Song still alive?A few days ago, I saw them go for an outing hand in hand.

"I wonder what kind of white jade the Second Young Master Song is wearing?" Mo Qingfeng quickly changed the topic.

Song Ming took a cloth bag from Li Shao and handed it to Mo Qingfeng.

Mo Qingfeng poured out the broken jade in the cloth bag and took a closer look. It was indeed an extraordinary thing. Although it was broken, the mana remaining on it could not be mistaken. After simply putting it together, you can vaguely see it. The words on the jade.

"Xuanwu? Young Master Song, you know the origin of this jade."

"You don't need to be so polite, we are all a family, you can call me Song Ming, Xiao Song, Lao Song, Xiao Ming."

Looking at Song Ming's expectant eyes, Mo Qingfeng's eyelids twitched wildly, and said, "Song Ming."

"Hey, that's right. This jade was given by a fairy. No one knows his identity. He left this jade after drinking the wine at my house. Originally, Song Yu grew up without incident. I was broken by him. I once went to the abbot of Qingming Temple, but he couldn’t do anything. He just told me that there must be a way for the car to reach the mountain, and the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge. I think my younger brother’s predestined relationship should be you, Xiaofeng. Go." Song Yu smiled slyly.

When Mo Qingfeng left, Song Ming gave him the broken jade. Mo Qingfeng looked at the cloth bag in his hand, thoughtfully, and sighed softly: "Maybe only master can repair this jade, but..."

"What is Master Mo muttering about?"

Song Yu's handsome face suddenly appeared in front of Mo Qingfeng, who was so frightened that he almost threw the cloth bag in his hand as a weapon.

"No... nothing."

"Is something wrong today?"

"nothing."

"That's great, go out with me." Song Yu pulled Mo Qingfeng out after finishing speaking.

Mo Qingfeng thought that there was nothing to do today anyway, so he followed Second Young Master Song and left.

It turns out that today is the Lantern Festival in Yanzhou. Although it is evening and it has not officially started yet, there are already many stalls setting up stalls, and there are more people than usual. It is more lively than usual, and many foreigners have come.

If Song Yu hadn't reserved a seat in the restaurant long ago, there might not even be a place to eat.