Love from the Male Protagonist’s Harem

The tender green buds were protected underneath by delicate hands, and finally stopped shaking, extremely stable.

The girl turned her eyes slightly, her dark eyes slid over the broken dragon jade on the boy's waist, her voice was shallow.

"I want to borrow something from you."

==

The Evil Mountain was born, and the world shook. 【rank】 mobilized thousands of elites to the Evil Mountain, and various factions also sent their own elites.

Lingxi Peak is summoning his disciples to go to Evil Mountain, and Gu Peijiu is also here.

Back mountain.

System: "Are you going to Evil Mountain?!"

Xia Ge was terrified by the system's screams. She rubbed her temples and took a bite of the apple, "Not going anymore."

"Why!?" The system is unbelievable. If you have a hand, it will definitely pinch Xia Ge’s neck, "Shen Hun! Zhen Hun Wushuang! Ancient Clothes Mei Zhen Hun Wushuang! With Zhen Hun, you can directly upgrade to a big one. Puppet Master—"

Xia Ge paused slightly as she gnawed at the apple, "What then?"

After a heavy rain last night, the wind was very light and light.

System: "...then you can be even better...no, you can't be so aggressive."

Xia Ge is serious, "I am the commander, and the senior sister is not here, I want to look at Danfeng."

System: "Excuse! Excuse!"

Xia Ge broke the jar and said, "Xingba, I am afraid of death, so I don't want to go."

System: "..." is lost.

Little Acacia wrapped around her wrist with gentle movements. Xia Ge stared at Acacia, thinking about what the senior sister said that day, her eyes dimmed slightly.

In fact, it's not that I don't want to go, but if I go... I still don't know how to face it.

"Go, go to class."

Xia Ge threw the gnawed apple core into the basket, turned around and went to the school.

In the school, Xia Ge saw Mao Qing sitting in her own position at a glance. She was holding her cheek and drawing something on the paper, looking very focused.

Feeling Xia Ge's gaze, Mao Qing raised her head and squinted her eyes, "Oh, rare guest."

Xia Ge: "..."

She hasn't come to class for a few days.

"...What are you painting?" Xia Ge thought about the previous things, a little uncomfortable, but after thinking about it, he still spoke naturally.

"I drew something interesting." Mao Qing did not cover it, spreading the drawing paper, and the long eyelashes covered the dark color under his eyes.

Xia Ge took a look and was taken aback.

It was a teenager.

He closed his eyes, his blood-colored headband tied his hair, and his night clothes were added to his body. He sat with his legs crossed on the horizontal branches of the sycamore, quietly blending into the night, with a pitch-black sickle on his back, and his pale and slender right finger hooked up. With the jade flute on his lips, it seemed to be playing, with a blood-stained moon above his head.

This picture is only half painted. There seems to be something under the plane tree, but it has not been painted.

The jade flute is depicted vividly by a slender brush, and the porcelain-white jade-colored flute body is delicately outlined with a vermilion brush.

Xia Ge's fists were clenched and then loosened, his face a little pale.

"I had a dream yesterday." Mao Qing propped his chin, "dreaming about you like this, so handsome."

That flute... is the Bahuang flute!

But Mao Qing had never seen Bahuang Flute!

How can you dream of something you haven't seen before! ?

"What's the matter with you? The expression is not so good?" Mao Qing looked at her strangely, "Isn't my painting beautiful?"

Xia Ge: "No, very good."

Mao Qing's lips were dyed and smiled, "I also think it's pretty good, especially this flute. I think I paint very well—"

"Have you seen it before?" Xia Ge asked suddenly, pausing, "...I mean, this flute."

"Nothing."

"How can you dream of it if you haven't seen it?"

"Why can't I dream of it if I haven't seen it? I have also dreamed of Bai Meng acupoint." Mao Qing took it for granted, "I haven't seen it before."

Xia Ge: "..."

No, something is wrong, there must be something wrong.

But I can’t find it, I can’t find—

Is she thinking too much again?

"Do you like this painting?" Mao Qing chuckled, looking at the pale face of the young man, the eyes under his eyelashes were slightly deep, "It looks like I like it very much."

She heard the weird sound of the flute controlling the guard at the tombstone in the back mountain, and it really came from the Bahuang flute.

The Bahuang flute is in the hands of this child.

If this child has Bahuang Flute on him, it would be easier to handle it.

Moreover, Gu Peijiu has already gone to Evil Mountain...

Xia Ge said: "You really painted very well."

Xia Ge felt restless all day long, with the painting in Mao Qing's hands and the Bahuang flute in his mind.

After the teacher finished the class, he posted the Evil Mountain Summoning Order on the wall and said, "If you are willing to go, sign up."

Mao Qing raised his hand and smiled, "Master, I want to go."

Xia Ge looked at her sideways, more and more suspicious in her heart, but couldn't find the thread-why did Mao Qing suddenly want to go to Evil Mountain?

Xia Ge: "You..."

Mao Qing bent her eyes, "Are you going with me?"

"It's too dangerous." Xia Geli retreated his gaze, "Don't go."

"Risk can bring profit." Mao Qing said, "maybe it can be missed."

Xia Ge: "..."

She didn't think she could miss out in such a mighty crowd.

The next day, it was sunny. Mao Qing left for Evil Mountain.

Bahuangdi still has that painting. Xia Ge thought about it all night and always felt that something was wrong, but as Mao Qing said, she had also dreamed of Bai Mengxue before...

Thinking left and right, can't think of a matter of course.

…It’s okay, anyway, Mao Qing just treated it as a dream.

Back mountain.

"I don't know what happened to Senior Sister..."

After Xia Ge played the flute, she felt a little melancholy.

System: "Go, go to Evil Mountain and have a look."

"I'll only be a hindrance when I go." Xia Ge asked the truth from facts, "Senior Sister is so strong."

I didn’t realize the concept of SS before, now...

Sister.

Very powerful sister.

…Senior sister who has been standing in front of her all the time.

Vaguely remembering that crazy kiss, Xia Ge's heart jumped slightly, and she was also a little dazed.

it's OK.

Not annoying at all.

But can she really like girls?

The hand stroked his chest, his heart beating very smoothly.

At least...that kiss is not annoying.

—I will take you home.

The heart beats suddenly.

Before the Silver Ring had spent some points to upgrade the system, you could put down the teleportation stone and flute, as if to cover up something, Xia Ge put away the object and looked at the sky quietly.

I'll be fine when the elder sister comes back.

Anyway.

If you don’t hate it, just try...

What are you trying?

Just in a daze, suddenly, a dead leaf butterfly flew quietly in front of his eyes. In the lush greenery, this dead leaf butterfly is very eye-catching.

It flies in the air lightly, spins, and dances leisurely like an elf.

It's beautiful.

There is a magic power that makes people unable to look away. Xia Ge stared, unconsciously, fascinated.

The dead leaf butterfly flew towards her.

Xia Ge stretched out her fingers, and the dead leaf butterfly stayed gently on her fingertips.

The system still doesn’t understand why Xia Ge didn’t go to Evil Mountain suddenly, and complained: “Why didn’t you go?

Collecting so many clues, if you don’t want to go, don’t go, don’t you like to give up halfway—"

The dead leaf butterfly has a kind of decayed beauty.

After the system grumbled, I suddenly felt something was wrong.

…Since Xia Ge saw the butterfly, she never said a word.

"Host?"

The system called out hesitantly.

There is no reply.

"Host?!"

Xia Ge just stared at the butterfly, her eyes empty.

The butterfly moved, it flew up, leisurely, Xia Ge had been lazily leaning on the tree before, the butterfly flew up, she subconsciously wanted to stand up and go.

…do not go.

The foot slips, the sky spins, and the sense of weightlessness increases sharply, but the person who falls has lost even the instinct to start ghosts!

The system suddenly feels bad, it is controlled by something!

However, it has no way to recall the unconscious Xia Ge, because the moment the girl fell from the tree, it also lost all of its perception.

At the last moment, Xia Ge did not fall to the ground, but fell into a warm embrace. At the same time, it heard a gentle and sweet voice.

In an instant, an inexplicable chill instantly covered the limbs and hundreds of skeletons.

Xia Ge's pupils diminished, staring at the butterfly falling in front of her eyes, disappearing in smoke,

"No." Don't disappear.

"…good."

After that, the sky and the earth became dark.

==

Chu Yao had dealt with the affairs of the day, and it was already time to hold the lantern.

She opened the door of the study room. The sky was starless and moonless, and the drizzle of rain fell down. Chu Yao raised her eyes, and in the dark night, under the dim yellow lantern, a thin peach blossom sprang out.

Chu Yao stared at the peach blossom and let out a "tsk".

The peach blossoms are blooming.

—The peach blossoms of Lingxi Peak have not bloomed yet.

In April, the peach blossoms of the mountain temple begin to bloom.

If you want to see the peach blossoms on Lingxi Peak, that kid, it is estimated that you will have to wait a long time.

When she was thinking about it, she saw a paper crane coming through the heavy rain with a paper letter in her hand. The aura lingered on her body. Chu Yao's eyes lit up slightly. She stretched out her hand, and the paper crane gently landed on her fingertips, sending the letter. Put it in her hands, and then dissipated into a cloud of aura.

The paper crane is the paper crane that only the sender and recipient will see.

Chu Yao returned to the study. Just as she was about to open the letter, she suddenly heard the sound of hurried footsteps. She paused and put the letter in her sleeve. After a while, someone opened the door with a rapid voice, "Miss—"

It is the old butler.

Chu Yao let out a "um", rubbing the letter in her sleeve with her fingertips, "What's the matter?"

"Evil Spirit Mountain was born—"

The old housekeeper's voice trembled and excited, "Miss, the major families have already sent people over, do you want to..."

"I know about this." Chu Yao's voice was faint, "However, it has nothing to do with us."

The old housekeeper was taken aback, unbelievable, "Miss?!"

Is it necessary to pass the charm of ancient clothes to others?

"I have my own plans for this, so you don't want to ask about it anymore." Chu Yao said.

The evil spirits were born in the sky, and the earth and the sky are known to the whole world. It is true that ancient clothes are attractive, but...

It's always a bit weird.

"..." The old butler sighed wearily, "Miss, I know you are worried about the master's body, but now is the time when the family survives..."

The charm of ancient clothes, once the Chu family owns two of them-they can make a complete comeback!

"It's just at the moment of dying." Chu Yao's voice was calm, "just can't act rashly."

The candlelight flickered, and the girl's face was calm and composed, and there was a vaguely paternal wind.

The old butler was silent for a while, bowed his head, and said respectfully: "Yes."

The old housekeeper left the study, his back drifting away. Chu Yao paused, then took out the envelope in her sleeve and opened it.

"The peach blossoms in Lingxi haven't bloomed."

"Life is very bitter."

The young man's pen is so delicate that Chu Yao can even remember the frown when he wrote this sentence, "I can't ask for it."

Chu Yao thought, this kid is really girlish, just a peach blossom, he can't ask for anything.

After a pause, she thought again, the peach blossoms on the mountain can't bloom, but the spring blossoms of Chang'an peach blossoms are all prosperous. If you really want to see peach blossoms—

It's not impossible.

She continued to look down, watched, and squeezed the letter paper, unconsciously tightening her hand.

"...A girl said she likes me."

The boy wrote here, seeming to hesitate, the nib paused for a long time, and a little ink was stained on the soft rice paper.

"I think I like her, but...too superficial."

The young man considered his words and tried his best to express his entangled feelings, "Taking presumptuous feelings, hurting others and hurting oneself, we have a vernacular, um..."

"If you can't get married, you are a hooligan when you pull hands."

"Although I am excellent, I am a decent person and never play hooligans."

Chu Yao: "..."