PFC Chapter 149 Master Bai Yueguang, You Smell So Good (16)
Chapter 149 Master Bai Yueguang, You Smell So Good (16)
This time, he didn't even touch half of Ye Zhao's clothes before he was knocked to the ground by a wave of his sleeve.
Ye Zhao was prepared, and before his brain could react, his body had already taken action.
He was also surprised by how fast it was.
Soon, he looked back to normal.
Fortunately, the ground was covered with a thick layer of white orchid carpet, which prevented Hua Jingmian's body from coming into contact with the hard floor.
Even though the fall didn't hurt, he still wailed while holding his elbow which hit the ground first.
Ye Zhao couldn't bear to look at his grinning face.
I simply looked away and pretended not to see it.
"Master..."
Hua Jingmian's tone was sad and his eyes were full of accusations.
His body remained in a sideways position, as if he wouldn't get up without a million dollars.
"I don't like being touched by others. If it happens again, you don't have to keep your hand."
Ye Zhao sat there with his clothes on, his tone was distant and kept people at a distance.
He said this, and just hearing it made me feel unhappy.
In short, Hua Jingmian was extremely unhappy about what he heard.
Which master is like this?
"Master, you are so fierce. I am so scared."
Shivering, Hua Jingmian sat up and hugged himself with his hands.
Ye Zhao glanced at him coldly and said, "Stop nagging. Go to sleep."
He didn't really want to accept a disciple, so he should be grateful that he wasn't killed.
Hua Jingmian opened his mouth to say something, but Ye Zhao lay down with his back to him, "If you don't want to sleep, get out."
"I want to, I really want to."
This was unacceptable, and Hua Jingmian immediately shook his head.
The two of them lay down one after another.
There was a subtle sound of the quilt being covered by his ears. Ye Zhao waited for a while, and a breeze came from his fingertips.
The rows of candles on the wooden shelves were blown out, leaving the room in darkness.
The world is finally quiet.
Two hours later, when Ye Zhao was half asleep and half awake, he heard a "dong dong" sound in his ears.
It’s not over yet, there’s still the sound of “clang clang clang”.
Who on earth was so wicked as to play a band next to his ear?
Ye Zhao turned over impatiently, his delicate eyebrows slightly frowned.
“Steamed lamb!”
“Steamed bear paw!”
“Steamed deer tail!”
"Roast duck!"
"Roasted chicken!"
"Roasted goose!"
“Braised!”
“Salted duck!”
"Sauce chicken!"
Ye Zhao opened his eyes unable to bear it any longer.
Sitting up straight, his breathing was erratic.
The anger accumulated in my chest for a long time and did not dissipate until it finally turned into a raging fire and exploded.
His angry eyes fell on the figure moving back and forth, staring at it fiercely.
And the culprit knew nothing about it.
His hair was disheveled, his hands were stretched forward, he was jumping up and down, and chattering non-stop.
Sometimes it howls like a wolf, sometimes it roars like a zombie.
Perhaps it was tired of shouting and jumping, and suddenly became quiet.
He turned around and groped in the corner with both hands for a while.
Suddenly, he picked up a carved porcelain vase and walked towards Ye Zhao.
When he was half a meter away from Ye Zhao's face, Ye Zhao flicked his fingertips.
The spiritual power turned into ice needles and flew out from the sleeves.
"Clang!"
The vase shattered with a sound, and most of the fragments hit the wall.
The silver needle hit the carpet and the tip of the needle swayed.
Candles were lit in the house, dispelling the darkness.
Ye Zhao stroked the pattern on his sleeve and watched coldly.
Hua Jingmian was jumping and shouting while holding the half-broken vase, showing no sign of waking up.
After seeing enough, Ye Zhao stood up.
Pick up the teapot and pour it over his head.
"Wow!"
The cold tea poured over him from head to toe.
The room was already very cold, and now with the tea, it was like adding insult to injury. It was hard not to wake up.
The lingering coldness successfully made Hua Jingmian open his eyelids.
When he saw Ye Zhao holding a teapot and himself holding half a broken vase, he was shocked.
"I, this, Master..." He spoke incoherently, swallowed hard, and then organized his words, "What's going on?"
He shrank his neck, and the wet and sticky clothes on his body stuck tightly to his skin, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.
Putting the teapot back in its place, Ye Zhaoyun said calmly, "Nothing."
"Could it be that I killed someone in my dream?"
"Clap!"
Hua Jingmian was so frightened that he threw away the broken pieces of the vase and knelt down, "It's all my fault. I know I was wrong, and I beg Master to punish me."
"What is this doing?"
Although he said this, Ye Zhao did not ask him to get up. Instead, he said, "You are sleepwalking, which is not something that humans can control. It's not your fault. Let's forget it this time."
"Thank you, Master, for your generosity." Hua Jingmian was filled with gratitude, and looked worried. "Master, are you okay?"
Besides sleepiness, his eyes held a trace of concern without a trace of falsehood.
Hua Jingmian has a pair of eyes that are particularly sincere when telling lies.
If you can deceive yourself, you can also deceive others.
However, Ye Zhao was the one who read the script.
"You are a mortal now, so naturally you can't hurt me. Even a monster can't hurt me." After explaining, Ye Zhao changed the subject and said meaningfully, "If you are smart, you won't do such a thing that is not worth the loss."
Hua Jingmian looked educated and clasped his fists, "Master, your words make sense. Can I continue to rest?"
Ye Zhao just nodded.
Hua Jingman slowly got up and went back to sleep, but Ye Zhao stopped him——
"and many more!"