The evil ex-boyfriend came to the door

Chapter 20

Ning Xingruan looked at Qingxuan, and Qingxuan also looked at him.

Clenching his fingers behind the windshield, he asked with a pale face and a trembling voice, "Daoist, are you... are you here to find me?"

Qingxuan lowered his eyes slightly, his expression seemed to be cold for a moment, then he raised his eyes and glanced at Ning Zewen, and smiled at Ning Xingruan: "Of course I came to look for you, the fog is full, if you get lost in this fog, it will be difficult to get out gone."

"yes……"

Dark mist, what is dark mist, is this black mist?Why do you know that they are here, appearing precisely when those lanterns surround you, and they are always being watched?Or was the fog created by those Taoist priests to prevent him from leaving the village?

Ning Xingruan was trembling, he tried his best to maintain his expression, trying not to let Qingxuan have his own strangeness.

When Qingxuan appeared, Ning Zewen's expression became a little terrified, and there was still a little anger. He probably wanted to fight for Ning Xingruan. He sat up straight, and when he was about to say something, his hand hurt and he lowered his head. Look, it was Ning Xingruan holding his hand tightly, pinching his fingers on the back of his hand, making a deep mark.

"Thank you Daoist, we, we just want to go around, I haven't left the village since I came back, so..." Ning Xingruan lowered his head, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

The young man's slightly long hair fell down with his posture, covering his forehead and eyes, and only the tip of his nose and white chin could be seen.His voice was slightly crying, as if he was frightened. Seeing him trembling uncontrollably, Qingxuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

The beautiful eyes covered by the hair must have been red, covered with tears, black and moist, shivering with fear, if you look over, maybe there is fear in the eyes?helpless?Still sad or angry.

No matter what kind of expression it is, the wet eyes are so impressive...

"Staying in the fog for a long time is not good for your health, let's go." Qingxuan said softly, and stretched out his hand to Ning Xingruan who was sitting in the car, "Put the car on the side of the road first, let's go back, otherwise it will be easy to get lost .”

Ning Xingruan looked at the hand stretched out in front of him, and subconsciously shrank back a little. After panicking, he looked at Qingxuan, and he saw a faint doubt in Qingxuan's eyes.

He endured the discomfort and handed over his hand. Qingxuan was much bigger than his hand, and his palm could easily cover his entire hand. After being held, he noticed that Qingxuan's hand was cold even the palm.

Helping him out of the car, Qingxuan let go of his hand naturally, looked at Ning Xingruan carefully, and said with a smile: "It's fine if nothing happens, you have a special physique, if you are taken advantage of by the yin in the fog, you will be seriously ill again field."

Gently rubbing the hand under the Taoist robe, he looked at the young man with his head bowed in front of him, and he could clearly see the small twists in the furry top of his hair.

With a slight movement of his fingers, he clenched his palm tightly.

Following behind Qingxuan, Ning Xingruan winked at Ning Zewen, who reluctantly lowered his head.

If what Ning Zewen said was true, then absolutely no one should know that the two of them had learned their secret, otherwise it would be like scaring the snake away, and the consequences would be unknown.

The black mist gradually became thinner, and when they reached the entrance of the village, there was only a faint layer left, covering the entire village like a veil.Ning Xingruan looked back, although the fog outside the village had also faded, she still couldn't see the end of the road clearly.

"Thank you Daoist, then... shall we go back first?" Ning Xingruan bowed to Qingxuan, his eyes fell on his shoulders, and he didn't want to look into his eyes.

Qingxuan whispered: "Follow me to the ancestral hall, your clothes have been brought back, try it first, if there is something wrong, send it to the ancestral hall in the afternoon."

Ning Xingruan froze for a moment, and clasped his fingers unconsciously: "Didn't I say to find you after three o'clock in the afternoon?"

"Do you have something to do? If there is something urgent, that's okay, go get busy first." Qingxuan said.

"I'm fine, I'll go to the ancestral hall with you." Ning Xingruan glanced at the nervous Ning Zewen, and a smile appeared on his pale face, "Zewen, your brother won't let you find me, today's affairs are complicated. Don't tell him, don't mention a word, just pretend we haven't met, remember?"

"Also, don't come to me again in the future."

Ning Zewen understood what he meant, the corners of his mouth curled up as if he was about to cry, he rubbed his eyes, responded and ran away.

Qingxuan looked at Ning Zewen's disappearing figure, and took a long time to look away, seemingly unintentionally said: "Your friend has red threads in his eyes, and Yintang is injured. I'm afraid there will be a bloody disaster in the near future. It's a good thing for you to stay away from him."

Ning Xingruan was startled, his breathing was a little short, and he couldn't help guessing, what Qingxuan meant, did he already know that Ning Zewen told him to run, and was threatening him?

"Are you worried about him?" Qingxuan looked at him, his expression unchanged, his eyes heavy, "Don't worry, someone will resolve it for him, but it's just inevitable that he will suffer a little bit."

"Let's go."

After speaking, he turned and walked towards the road leading to the ancestral hall.

Ning Xingruan followed behind him, uneasy, and various speculations emerged in his mind. If someone was really staring at him, Qingxuan and the others already knew that he was going to escape, so is Qingxuan still acting now?

Knowing that he has learned the truth, he can act as if nothing happened. Such deep thoughts made him feel the chill coming from his pores, and his scalp was cold.

Neither of them spoke during the journey. Ning Xingruan couldn't stand the quiet atmosphere. He took a few deep breaths and asked in a low voice: "Master Daoist, what are these fogs? The black mist is exactly the same, and those white lanterns, didn't you say... didn't you say that they are all fake?"

Qingxuan looked back at him, and smiled helplessly: "You finally dare to ask? I lied to you about this. You were indeed swallowed by the black mist the day before yesterday, and you were almost lost in it."

Ning Xingruan didn't expect him to admit it so readily, she couldn't say anything she had prepared for a while, and looked at him with a blank expression.

Qingxuan sighed: "Afraid? At that time, you were frightened and fell ill on the mountain. If you learn about this kind of thing again, your body will definitely not be able to bear it under the fright."

"However, I will ensure your safety no matter what, and you can trust me at any time." He put away the smile that always hung on his face, and looked at Ning Xingruan very seriously.

Ning Xingruan looked at his serious expression and smiled gratefully: "I know, thank you."

Qingxuan reached out to rub his hair, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Coming to the East Wing, Ning Xingruan opened the door, and his eyes were deeply attracted by the robes hanging on the hanger.

The red fabric is painted with gold thread, and under the skillful sewing, the gold thread converges on the chest, shoulders and cuffs, forming a very mysterious and mysterious pattern. At first glance, it does not look gaudy, only gorgeous and mysterious.

Qingxuan walked over and took off the clothes and handed them to him: "Try."

The size of the clothes was measured by Qingxuan using a tape measure against every part of his skin, so he had to take off his clothes to try them on.

He carried the clothes into the inner room, carefully placed them on the bed, and then slowly unbuttoned them, taking off the clothes one by one.When his skin came into contact with the air, he shivered, and the feeling of being spied on appeared again. He quickly scanned the room with his clothes in his arms, but found nothing.

He quickly picked out the inner lining from that piece of clothing and put it on, and then looked at the middle coat and outer robe laid out on the bed, feeling a little embarrassed.

In the end, he had to ask Qingxuan outside for help.

Qingxuan pushed open the door and walked in, looked at the messy belt on his body and shook his head helplessly, reached out and took the belt in his hand.

The slender fingers hooked the belt, untied the entangled knot very deftly, then pulled the belt with one hand, and put the other hand on Ning Xingruan's waist, gently smoothing the tucked folds.

With Qingxuan supporting his waist this time, Ning Xingruan was no longer as comfortable as before, he only felt his scalp numb, and that hand seemed to be poisoned in his eyes, which was scary.

Stopping the thought of retreating for a moment, his face was tense, staring at Qingxuan's hand.

Putting on the middle coat, Qingxuan put the outer robe on him. The structure of the outer robe seemed simple, but the inner buttons were very complicated, and there were a few places that Ning Xingruan couldn't reach by himself.

After putting it on, Qingxuan took the black belt around his waist, squatted down and adjusted it carefully, his eyes gradually became darker.

"Okay." Qingxuan got up and took two steps back to look at him, with the same expression as before, but Ning Xingruan had an illusion.

Qingxuan's eyes suddenly became very dark, staring at him as if he was going to devour him.