Xuehuai subconsciously said: "No, I can go home by myself."

A few joking whistles came from the crowd, and Yuncuo's friends downstairs jumped up.

Seeing a cold and noble pretty little boy betting there by Yun Zhuo, a young man smiled and said, "The sun is coming out from the west, it is rare that anyone can be attracted to Brother Yun. Where is he-"

The person next to him suddenly covered his mouth: "Stop talking, open your dog's eyes and see who it is? The young master of the Xue family is so unlucky that he can't mess with you. He has a very strong temper and can hang you when he gets crazy!"

The man was a little excited when he heard this: "It's the son of the Xue family who made his fortune by making money by making magic weapons, Xue Huai? I've heard of him." The man glanced at him a few times, and even his tone changed. "Fuck, look carefully, it's so fucking good-looking..."

Xue Huai ignored nothing. He glanced at Yuncuo, nodded slightly, and then went straight downstairs.

The meaning of rejection is very obvious.

He is pretty, and his behavior is filled with his noble character of being pampered since childhood, but he does not look domineering. Instead, he is very gentle and handsome, with a young heroic spirit. Even when he refuses people, it is not annoying.

Like his deceased mother, he was a beauty that could be painted, with a more confusing red tears mole than his mother. But his beauty was moving but not quiet. An old friend had painted him with a painting before, and finally drew half of the paper to cover the scroll. After returning, he only said eight words: "Snow is in love with this person, and his life is fragrant."

It was very cold outside and very hot inside, and it was only charming when moving. The people who squeezed over behind only saw a silhouette of him, but they were silent for a moment.

*

In the silence, a young man suddenly rushed out, grabbed Yuncuo's sleeve, and plucked up the courage to say, "He, he is my brother, Yun... Young Master, he has a bad temper, don't worry. I apologize to you on my behalf."

Halfway through his words, Xue He's face was already red. He was one year younger than Xue Yao and hadn't grown much, but he could still vaguely see the beautiful shadows.

Others whispered: "The Xue family is so beautiful? I look at this Xue... or something, it's okay."

Xue He heard other people's words, and his voice became thinner and thinner. He blushed and did not dare to look at Yuncuo, and only whispered: "I just heard the young master talking. You will protect me...we are we right?"

Yuncuo pulled his sleeve back from his hand: "You are Xue..." He couldn't remember the word behind.

"Xuehe."

Yuncuo glanced at him again, as if he was thinking about something.

Xue He's heart thumped.

He knew that the young man in front of him would most likely be the future emperor. His mother repeatedly told him to follow Xue Huai's name. Even if he could not be the other party's Taoist partner, he should at least be familiar with him so that he could have a way out in the future.

He is young, handsome and kind, and speaks softly. People who are used to killing like Yuncuo must like it, but the only thing is uncertain - he is afraid that Xue Huai will ruin his affairs.

It is precisely because it is Xue Huai's younger brother that he knows that he will live in the shadow of this shining brother forever.

Don't look at my brother, just look at me, just look at me. He thought.

"Aren't you his biological brother?" Yuncuo asked, "What's your surname three years ago?"

Xue He's face turned red suddenly, and he almost bit his tongue in panic, and subconsciously denied: "No, I am, the biological child of the Xue family. My surname is Xue, my name is Xuehe--"

"Three years ago, your surname was Liu, and your mother's surname was Liu." Yuncuo seemed to have finally remembered it, and his expression stretched for a moment. "You are not the biological son of Xue Zong, it turns out that it is you."

According to the standard of Xunxian Pavilion picking people, only Xuehuai is qualified to come here, not his second son.

His voice was low and nice, and he rang indifferently and calmly among the silent pavilions.

Xue He's face turned pale and white as soon as he pulled it. He felt ashamed and his legs became a little weak. He could hardly stand in the meaningful eyes of everyone.

Yuncuo, who is not the biological son of the Xue family, may have heard of it, but why do Yuncuo even know their past surnames?

What does "it's you" mean?

They should never have any intersection.

Before he could doubt it, Yuncuo had already bypassed him and went downstairs.

The few people next to him looked at Xue He's joke and all of them repeated meaningfully: "Oh, my surname is Liu, little brother."

"The second son apologized to the person on behalf of the young master of the family. Is it interesting. Do you really treat yourself as your master?"

Xue He didn't care about these mockery. He went downstairs with red eyes, but was forced back by the demonic aura that rushed out like a tide. The people in front of him were gone.

The person who exposed his lies in public did not realize it at all, and Yuncuo did not take him seriously.

*

Hundreds of ghosts were walking at night, and Xuehuai walked back against the many monsters and monsters.

After a lifetime, he even liked these ugly and strange guys. He did not do anything, but only concealed his figure and breath, walked slowly along the edge of the road, breathing the cold air at night.

He died twenty-six, now sixteen. Perhaps because of the memory, Xue Huai was able to see his cultivation with spiritual vision and found that his cultivation was the same as his previous life, at the level of silver pill. Although his body was still his body when he was sixteen, everything else had not changed.

He noticed that once the spiritual power gathered, his body's reaction and strength change were still within his control, full and abundant, which made him a little calm. Only his wrist was pulled a little red, and Xue He didn't have the energy to pull him.

He twisted his wrist and only showed his figure after walking out of the tide of ghosts.

It was deep winter and it was snowing heavily in Xianzhou, but he was full of heat.

"Young Master? Why are you here alone?" In front of the sword-making platform, an old man hurriedly wanted to welcome the young man covered in snow, but was stopped by the young man: "Where is my father?"

"Here, just now we are talking about business. Master, we have sold another batch of musket magic weapons. Master said that we will leave a best one for you to learn and practice in the future..."

Xuehuai smiled and said, "Okay. Ask your father to go back earlier. Don't come alone next time. I'll be with him."

With his cultivation, he could see his father having a business upstairs without turning on his spiritual vision. He drank a lot of wine in his heart and was drooling and drowsy.

He had passed by at this time and could not say a few words - he really just came over and took a look to confirm whether he was really alive.

The old man was stunned at first, then happy, and replied repeatedly: "Okay, okay, the young master really won't go up?"

"I won't go." Xuehuai said, "You don't have to send me off, please be optimistic about my father."

In his previous life, he was unfilial and insisted on escaping his family and following Yuncuo, and refused to take over the family business. He left for ten years and didn't even know that his father was sick.

After his death, Xue Sect was even more sad and couldn't afford to get sick so much that he couldn't even handle his son's funeral. He recited the names of Xuehuai and Xuehuai's mother on the couch all day long, and it seemed that he had not had much time to go.

His mother left early. When Xuehuai was a child, she heard these two people every day and said that the other was the love of each other in their lives. After his mother was buried, his father vowed in front of him that he would not marry again. However, a few years later, Liu brought a little boy into the Xue family's door.

Xuehuai felt that it was nothing. His father probably carried the entire Xue family's burden alone. When he was tired and tired, he needed to find someone to live a good life. However, Xue Zong felt very sorry for him because of this, and he wanted to spoil him to heaven, afraid that he would feel uncomfortable. At the beginning, he even disagreed with Xue He following his surname.

Now when I think about it, Liu and Xue He had a rift with him, probably started with this unreliable father.

*

Xuehuai slowly stepped on Xue and walked towards the home where he grew up.

Someone called him his name behind him: "Xuehuai."

The sound of the wind gradually calmed down, so quiet that the sound of falling snow could be heard.

He stopped and walked with his spirits, and his reaction was slower than usual, so he didn't have time to see who the person was.

When the boy in black with a blood-colored Buddha seal between his eyebrows stood in front of him and blocked his way, he felt that something was wrong.

Yuncuo actually chased him all the way and came here?

Xue Huai looked at him vigilantly and took a step or two.

Yuncuo did not move, but this man was born with evil and violent. Not to mention that he had a blood Buddha seal, he would be scary just standing there. If someone else was stopped by him twice in a row, his soul would probably be scared away.

It may be the favor of the Shaoxian Lord, or it may be the disaster of killing.

Yuncuo said, "Don't be afraid, I see you rushed out directly, afraid that you will provoke those ghosts, so I followed him all the way."

Xue Huainin only has a ghost. He has been with him for so many years, but he has never seen Yuncuo help him with poverty.

Xuehuai looked at him for a while and said, "I'm almost home. Thank you. You can go back. Your partner should be waiting for you."

A polite and distant tone seemed to be urging him, "You go quickly, okay?"

Yuncuo's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

Xuehuai immediately decided that the enemy would not move, but before he could take a step, Yuncuo suddenly spoke out: "You are not wearing shoes."

Xuehuai followed his gaze and saw his feet, which were frozen red in the snow, hidden under the long gown, and even the old man did not notice it.

His thoughts were confused just now and he didn't feel cold at all. There have never been any pedantic rules in the mortal world. He has been used to being willful and free and easy all day long, and he doesn't feel that this is unconventional. It's just that Yuncuo's words made him feel a little subtle anger: "I don't seem to be hindering Mr. Yun. I prefer not to wear shoes."

"Why?" Yun asked him incorrectly.

He didn't seem to hear this as an excuse, but instead wanted to know the answer seriously.

"..." Xue Huai met Yuncuo's dark eyes and got stuck.

Yuncuo didn't give him time to think. He suddenly approached, and Xuehuai didn't have time to hide, so he picked it up and placed it on a stone bench by the roadside.

The embrace is very stable and the movements are very light, but that attitude is tough and irresistible, and there is no room for struggle.

The young man was much stronger than he thought. Xuehuai heard a sentence and whispered to his ears: "Don't move, I have a strong hand, you will hurt."

Xuehuai knew that what he was right was right, and he never did useless things, so he was peaceful and unmoved.

Yuncuo squatted down and reached out to hold his ankle. The fluffy boots were wrapped in a hot air, warm.

This style is quite rustic and the color is not good. It is the kind of rustic that can make Xue Huai's favorite dark green color ugly. You can tell at a glance that it is a popular fairy style from his father. The silver wolf's fluff is definitely expensive, and its only advantage is about the word "real". It can preserve the almost hot heat in a moment.

It’s not that Xue Huai has never been treated like this, but what he found was that the person who helped him wear his shoes was actually Yuncuo, who was always arrogant and arrogant.

He looked down with his head and seriously gave him the fluffy mouth tightly opened. The young man's voice was a little low: "You can't wear mine, you can buy it casually. If you don't like it, you will throw it away when you go back."

Xuehuai was stunned and frowned and stopped him: "Why are you..."

Yuncuo said: "This way it won't be cold."

He stood up and his figure paused, as if he wanted to look back at him, but in the end he didn't. He just said in a low voice: "I'm leaving, I have no other meaning, just a bunch of things. Now you can go home."
Chapter completed!