Love from the Male Protagonist’s Harem

Chapter 87: dizzy

Hearing this, Gu Peijiu was silent for a while, and finally she squatted down and reached out to help the girl stroke her wet hair.

The plain fingertips swept across the cold cheeks, delicate and slightly warm.

“Get up.”

she says.

Xia Ge did not move.

Gu Peijiu said, “Still don’t want to move?”

Xia Ge looked at the backstroke frog in the puddle uncomfortably: “…you go find the Master.”

There was no movement for a while, but the paper umbrella above her head was still firmly supported, blocking the wind and rain outside the umbrella for her.

Xia Ge raised his head, “You…” Why aren’t you leaving?

Before he finished speaking, the scene in front of him suddenly changed. The cloud on the horizon was covered by the edge of the ink-washed paper umbrella. The girl’s embrace was warm. Xia Ge suddenly opened his eyes, but it was Gu Peijiu’s thin white neck.

Xia Ge’s brain was blank for a moment.

She is wet now…

When he reacted, he wanted to struggle, Gu Peijiu shouted, “Don’t move.”

Xia Ge froze, and really didn’t move.

Gu Peijiu held an umbrella in one hand and embraced her in the other.

It’s so light.

Gu Peijiu thought, thin and small.

As if feeling a little at a loss, Xia Ge slowly shrank into her arms, her voice as soft as a mosquito.

“…Don’t give me anything to the master?”

“It’s okay.” Gu Peijiu paused and said, “Where do you want to go?”

Xia Ge looked at the raindrops falling outside the umbrella, his head was a little confused, and he was slightly lost: “…Rain Temple.”

Gu Peijiu was startled slightly, “Rain Temple?”

Xia Ge suddenly recovered, and then smiled: “I want to go to the Rain Temple to pray for even greater rain.”

Gu Peijiu said, “Go now?”

Xia Ge stalked: “I’m driving…” jokingly.

Gu Peijiu suddenly said, “Okay.”

Xia Ge was suddenly anxious, struggling in Gu Peijiu’s arms, “No, don’t go!”

She buried her head, “I have a headache, I have a fever, I am uncomfortable, don’t go, don’t go.”

The sound of raindrops falling on the umbrella is crisp, like a dancing point of an elf on the umbrella.

The strong and deliberately depressed tone of the teenager faded, and finally had a little girl’s softness as it was. The girl’s voice of rejection sounded like a lark singing in the rain, sweet and light.

Gu Peijiu silently waited until she was no longer struggling in her arms, and when she finished her refusal, she said slowly: “Then don’t go.”

Xia Ge: “…Let me down.”

Gu Peijiu: “Don’t you want to move?”

Seeing Xia Ge’s silence for a while, Gu Peijiu’s lips formed a small arc of laughter.

“If you don’t go to the Rain Temple, where do you want to go?”

She asked.

Xia Ge pinched the corner of her clothes, daring not to talk nonsense, and whispered: “Just, go back.”

Gu Peijiu: “Still uncomfortable?”

Xia Ge: “…It’s not uncomfortable, it’s very good.”

Gu Peijiu said “Yes”, “I will send you back.”

The mountains and rain were slow along the way, Xia Ge didn’t dare to look at Gu Peijiu’s face, but in the warm embrace of the girl, looking at the misty rain and mist that melted in the mountains and forests, and the beautiful ink-and-ink paper umbrella above her head, her thoughts were mixed for a while, and she was at a loss.

When she got to the place, Gu Peijiu put her down, opened the door for her, and said, “Change clothes and take a shower.”

There was a pause, “You don’t need to use the evening class.”

Xia Ge said “Oh”.

Gu Peijiu held the umbrella and looked at the girl with her head down, her hair still ticking in the water. After a long while, she said, “Get a good rest.”

Xia Ge raised her head and looked at Gu Peijiu, who had received her umbrella and was soaked by her clothes.

Gu Peijiu was speechless with her.

Xia Ge hesitated for a while: “Sister, your clothes are wet.”

Gu Peijiu shook his head, “It’s okay.”

Xia Ge honestly: “Thank you, Sister.”

Gu Peijiu paused, as if hearing something strange.

After a while, she reduced the dark color in her eyes, and said: “Hurry up and rest, I’ll deliver something.”

After speaking, he held up the umbrella, and slowly, it was about to disappear into the heavy rain.

Xia Ge suddenly said, “Sister, go slowly.”

The mountain wind was stained with rain, and Xia Ge’s words were a bit blurred in the sound of the rain. Gu Peijiu stopped, her red hairband danced with her black hair, and then lifted her foot and left here.

It’s just that the pace has slowed down a bit.

The back of the girl in the red and yellow dress slowly disappeared until she could no longer see it. As far as she could see, there were only the scenery of Liuchuan, the clouds and the rain.

Her embrace is so warm.

Xia Ge thought.

System: “Host.”

Xia Ge: “Huh?”

System: “Please turn your head about forty-five degrees to the right.”

Without thinking about it, Xia Ge subconsciously turned to the right forty-five degrees.

I saw the bronze mirror on the dressing table reflecting the dim light, showing a hair dripping with water, and his clothes wet and sticking to his body. The whole figure looked like a chicken that had been fished out of the water.

Or, drowning dog.

The system ridiculed: “Yeah, it’s so pretty.”

Xia Ge stared at the narcissus in the mirror: “…”

The whole person is really immortal.

asphyxia.

He plugged in the door, took off his clothes neatly, took a shower and changed into an obscene clothes. Xia Ge lay on the bed, covering his head with the quilt, but the feeling of wishing to dig a Marinaya trench to get into it still did not dissipate.

She wrapped her face in the quilt.

“Woo, how can I be so embarrassed…”

The system is unbelievable: “…You actually know that you are ashamed?”

Xia Ge froze for a while, “You control me.”

Xia Ge rolled a few times on the bed, and after she finished her venting, she felt a little dizzy.

Xia Ge murmured: “…Why do I feel a little dizzy.”

“Is it because the master sister is so good-looking?” Xia Ge said, “I am so dizzy.”

System friendship helped her check her body.

For a while.

“Host, I’m sorry to tell you, it’s not that you are so dizzy, you are getting water in your head and you are about to have a fever.”

Xia Ge: “Oh.”

…That’s a pity.

midnight.

It is indeed a fever.

Xia Ge felt his head groggy, very heavy, headache, head pain, unable to open his eyes, and unable to speak.

Little puppet: “Let you die.”

Xia Ge wanted to say something, but opened her mouth, but couldn’t say anything, her throat hurt.

Little puppet: “I told you you are going to be sick, why don’t you prepare medicine?”

——I originally thought it could survive.

“You used to be able to get through it because Ye Ze was here.”

Little puppet said: “But now no one can take care of you.”

——Sorry, there have been a lot of things recently, I forgot.

Little puppet seems to have said something, Xia Ge’s head is chaotic, and he can’t distinguish it. The heaviness and exhaustion of the body pulls her, pulling her little by little, sinking, sinking.

Until I lost all consciousness.

==

Temple of Thousand Souls.

The blood-colored red carpet was spread all the way from outside the hall to the hall, with horns and cornices, carved beams and paintings, exquisitely exquisite, on the throne of jade, a girl with black hair lays up her legs lazily, and a red robe is as bright as blooming. The blood lotus made her skin greasy and white, and her narrow eyes were slightly raised at the corners of her eyes. Under her thick eyelashes, those black pupils reflected the indeterminate candlelight in the temple, which seemed extremely mysterious.

On the blood-red carpet, the young boy dressed in white lowered his head, daring not to speak.

“White child.”

The girl’s voice was lazy, “Three thousand puppet soldiers, you can’t get a Gu Peijiu.”

Bai Zhi lowered his head.

“Let you send someone to save the former priest. It’s been a month. Tell me…” Su Chan lowered her head and fiddled with her nails. After a while, she looked up with a smile, “I didn’t even get the key.” ?”

Bai Zhi slightly cold sweats, “Some accident happened…”

“Tsk.” Su Chan chuckled lightly, “It’s so funny, how come you will have some accidents what you do?”

Bai Zhi broke out in a cold sweat, “Please ask your lord to punish!…Please give me again…”

“Eyes are still ears.” Su Chan held his chin with one hand, tilted his head, and smiled innocently, “One is fine.”

Bai Zhi was silent for a moment, for a while: “…eyes.”

Su Chan let out an “um”, and the corners of his lips smiled slightly, “Go by yourself.”

After confirming the punishment, Bai Zhi heaved a sigh of relief and said, “Yes.”

Bai Zhi got up for a long while, as if remembering something again, he hesitated, “Master…”

Su Chan: “Huh?”

Bai Zhi said: “The spy said, Lingxi Mountain seems to have a puppet master.”

Su Chan’s expression remained unchanged, “Oh?”

Bai Zhi said: “I don’t know if the news is true, but the spy said… he was bewildered by the little puppet for a whole month, and he didn’t find anything wrong at all. Even this plan failed because he was caught by the puppet master while grabbing the key. The little puppet blew himself up and trapped his hands and feet.”

“But thanks to this time, let the subordinates know… It turns out that our spies have been being monitored.” Bai Zhi said.

The little puppet blew up and awakened the hand-to-hand, who was under control of the soul, and naturally had a sense of vigilance.

Su Chan narrowed his eyes slightly: “That’s it.”

Bai Zhi hesitated, “Can his subordinates take the liberty to ask…what does the leader plan to do?”

Su Chan’s voice was lazy, but he didn’t answer him, “Go get the punishment.”

Bai Zhi said: “Yes.”

After speaking, he quit, leaving the girl in red, like blood, alone in the temple.

Lingxi Peak, puppet master, little puppet, anti-kill assassin.

It’s a wonderful countermeasure.

Su Chanyu put his hand into his arms and rubbed the warm bone flute in his arms for a long while.

“Come here.”

Three black shadows sprang out from the hall, covering their faces, kneeling on one knee in front of Su Chuang, overflowing with evil spirits, looking extremely gloomy.

“Check who the puppet master is.”

The headed shadow hesitated: “Master, after finding it…?”

“Why, do you still need me to teach you?” Su Cang chuckled lightly, his eyes moist, and his voice lazy, “Although it’s interesting, since it got in the way, I’d better kill it.”

“Yes!”

The three led away.

The night was slightly deep.

Su Chan paused, and finally took out the bone flute in her arms, her eyelashes trembling like a butterfly wing, she rubbed it for a while.

Finally he retracted into his arms, the red dress was like a lotus, but he didn’t say a word in the end.

Regardless of whether the bones are miserable, or they become deified demons, it is a meaningless joke to that person.