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Chapter 97 After all, it is someone else's territory, please respect it

Fang Yi brought over the boiled medicine.

Huo Qiao dozed off with his back against the chair, and just as Fang Yi made some movement, she woke up.

Then, sadly, he found that half of his body was numb.

Pushing the man away, he winked at Fang Yi desperately, signaling him to catch Xie Yuzhou quickly.

Fifth Master didn't like being touched by others, so Fang Yi didn't dare to reach out to pick it up.

Fortunately, being fooled by Huo Qiao, Xie Yuzhou opened his eyes in a daze, saw the person in front of him clearly, and instinctively planted a light kiss on the palm of Huo Qiao.

The voice that just woke up was hoarse and magnetic: "Qiao Qiao..."

Not only half of Huo Qiao's body was numb, but his whole body was stunned.

Xie Yuzhou seldom called her that, and most of the time he called her Mrs. Xie. To others, these three words seemed to mean that their relationship was alienated and polite, but every time a man said this title , but with a kind of entanglement.

It was a rare time for a man to call her name, and Huo Qiao blushed very hopelessly.

She coughed lightly, trying to stabilize her voice so that the man could not hear the slight tremor: "You're awake."

The man's soul-stirring peach blossom eyes finally regained clarity, but he didn't let go of her hand: "Yes."

Huo Qiao said blankly: "Then you drink the medicine."

Xie Yuzhou's eyes fell on the dark Chinese medicine on the table, and his tone was as lazy as ever: "Sure enough, don't you cherish it when you get it?"

Huo Qiao: "?"

He glanced at the man for some unknown reason, and as soon as he moved his arm, Huo Qiao was stung by the soreness and numbness.

Xie Yuzhou looked at her immediately, his handsome face was a bit stern: "What's wrong?"

Huo Qiao tried to raise his left arm, frowning tightly: "It's numb."

Xie Yuzhou knew why Huo Qiao's arm was numb when he saw where the two were.

He held the girl's slender wrist and squeezed it from bottom to top, with neither light nor heavy movements.

Huo Qiao couldn't describe this sour feeling. When Xie Yuzhou pinched her hands, she didn't forget to move her limbs.

Seeing the girl grinning her teeth, it was obviously not a good feeling, Xie Yuzhou's eyes darkened slightly: "Why don't you help me to lie there?"

The man's gaze pointed to the kang that had been laid or sat on by countless people.

"Aren't you a clean freak?" Huo Qiao muttered in a low voice, "And you still hugged my waist."

Xie Yuzhou: "..."

"You can push me away." Xie Yuzhou said lightly, "Let Fang Yi and the others help me to lie on the kang."

"I'm happy to let you lean on me, so what are you doing pushing you away?" Huo Qiao said indifferently, "And I can admire your face up close, at most, my arms are a little numb."

Xie Yuzhou looked at the girl's indifferent little face with burning eyes, then leaned over and kissed that soft little mouth.

Huo Qiao's pupils constricted for a moment, and he was kissed by the man for 2 minutes before pushing him away.

She said: "This is an important place for Buddhism."

Is it appropriate for them to do this kind of thing here?

"Yeah." Xie Yuzhou raised his hand and wiped away the crystal fluid from the corner of her mouth, "The Buddha has nothing to do with us."

Not only gods and Buddhas.

Even Heaven has no right to interfere.

Huo Qiao said: "But we must also respect the Buddha."

After all, this is their territory.

Seeing the seriousness of the girl, Xie Yuzhou laughed shortly: "Okay."

While Xie Yuzhou was drinking the medicine from a bowl, Huo Qiao propped his chin and stared at the tall bodhi tree outside the door.

"Are there really ghosts and gods in this world?" The girl murmured unconsciously.

She thought of the black mist and red mist she had seen before.

She didn't know what the black mist was.

But Hong Wu, she always felt that it was... a ghost.

But why did she see these things?
Could it be that she has psychic eyes?
Huo Qiao frowned unconsciously.

Wait, didn't she transmigrated into an urban romance novel?
Seeing the girl's distressed expression, Xie Yuzhou drank the traditional Chinese medicine that can make people's tongue bitter without changing his face: "If there is, will Mrs. Xie be afraid?"

Huo Qiao thought for a while: "A little bit."

These are all unknown things, if they really exist, but you can't see them, wouldn't you feel the furies in your heart?
Forget about gods and Buddhas, after all, these are revered by the common people since ancient times, and they probably won't hurt people, but things like ghosts or demons, that's not necessarily the case.

After Xie Yuzhou finished drinking the medicine, the little novice took Huo Qiao and others to the room Mrs. Xie had prepared for them.

The room was clean and tidy, obviously well looked after, even the beds were newly made.

The little monk quietly glanced at Xie Yuzhou: "The old lady said that this room is for her son."

Hearing this, Xie Yuzhou's complexion didn't change much, and his peach blossom eyes couldn't see any emotion.

The little monk is only ten years old this year, and since he can remember, the old lady has been living in a remote and quiet meditation hall.

The old lady rarely went out, and he had never seen the old lady's family members come to visit her.

Only during the Spring Festival every year, the old lady would leave the temple. According to the master, the old lady went home to reunite with her relatives.

But in recent years, even during the Spring Festival, the old lady never went down the mountain again, staying in the temple 360 ​​days a year.

At this moment, Huo Qiao remembered their purpose of coming to Jingshan Temple, looked at Xie Yuzhou and said, "Shall we visit your mother now?"

Xie Yuzhou was silent for a moment, and then said, "Her name is Tao Huanzhi."

Huo Qiao: "?"

Xie Yuzhou held her hand, and there was no ups and downs in his unsalty voice: "Compared with my identity as my mother, she may prefer you to call her that."

Huo Qiao looked at the man quietly for a while, without asking anything, just nodded and said: "Then can I call her Aunt Tao?"

After all, he is an elder, so it's too impolite to call him by his first name.

Xie Yuzhou had a subtle smile in his eyes: "Yes."

The little novice led the way, and the group walked towards Mrs. Xie's residence in the temple.

I met Master Wangchen on the road, and the little novice ran to him happily: "Master."

Master Wang Chen smiled, touched the little apprentice's bald head, and then turned his attention to Huo Qiao and his party.

"Thank you fifth master, hello."

Xie Yuzhou nodded slightly: "Master Wangchen."

Master Wangchen asked with a smile, "How is Fifth Master recently?"

Xie Yuzhou said succinctly: "It's okay."

"But will you fall into a nightmare again?"

Xie Yuzhou glanced at the girl beside him, and then replied, "Never."

"That's good." Master Wang Chen nodded and smiled, "May Fifth Lord be in good health."

After saying goodbye to Master Wangchen, Huo Qiao sneaked glances at the man beside him several times from his corner of the eye.

Although Xie Yuzhou looked ahead, he had already noticed her small movements: "Mrs. Xie, speak directly."

Huo Qiao moved closer to the man, as if whispering: "Master Wangchen said that you fell into a nightmare, why?"

"It's just a dream from time to time." Xie Yuzhou said calmly.

Huo Qiao was curious: "What dream?"

What kind of dream could actually sink Xie Yuzhou into it?
She guessed, "Nightmare?"

Xie Yuzhou held the girl's soft little hand slightly, and his deep voice sounded distorted in the wind: "Not all of them."

Huo Qiao kicked the stones under his feet, the trees were luxuriant, and the mountain wind was blowing with the fragrance of grass and trees.

Probably because of embarrassment, Huo Qiao said this in a very low voice: "I used to always dream too."

Xie Yuzhou glanced at the girl with her head down: "What did Mrs. Xie dream about?"

Huo Qiao raised his head and looked at the man: "I told you, you mustn't be jealous."

Xie Yuzhou frowned slightly, and his voice was lazy and weak: "It's just a dream, why does Mrs. Xie think I will be jealous? Could it be..."

The man's voice paused, and the tone dragged on, "Mrs. Xie had a dream?"

Huo Qiao: "..."

well.

You hit the spot.

The girl's silence already means everything.

Xie Yuzhou narrowed her peach blossom eyes slightly, as if dangerous: "When did you do it? The person in the dream, Mrs. Xie, do you still remember what it looks like?"

Huo Qiao glanced at the man's face furtively, trying to justify himself: "I never had erotic dreams before, it was only a few days before I got the certificate with you, and after we got the certificate, I never had any more I've had this dream."

And having sex dreams is most likely just a sequela of wearing a book.

　#small theater#
　　Fifth Lord: When I go back tonight, I will reproduce what happened in my dream

　　Xiao Qiao: Are you okay?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)