Xia Xin paused, not expecting his thoughtless action had betrayed Jiangli, had it?
Jiangli said with a laid-back look on his face, "It’s okay, can I even get hurt?"
Fu’er paused, thinking that might actually be true...
Apart from that serious injury eight hundred years ago, Fu’er had never heard of Jiangli being hurt.
Was he perhaps overthinking it?
Fu’er scratched his head, forgetting his head was made of paper, nearly tearing it open.
Feeling a cool breeze, Fu’er hurriedly stopped his hand.
By this time, Jiangli had already returned to his room.
Fu’er looked up just in time to see Jiangli closing the room door.
Involuntarily, Fu’er looked towards Xia Xin.
Xia Xin spread his hands, "Why are you looking at me?"
Xia Xin ignored Fu’er and also returned to his own room.
Seeing this, Fu’er pursed his lips, dismissed the doubts in his mind, and went back to his room.
Actually, Jiaoyang Temple had several meditation rooms.
The reason Jiangli refused Qing Yue was simply because he didn’t want Qing Yue to be an eyesore.
At the same time, Qing Yue was staying at Fu Shiyan’s home.
After coming back, Fu Shiyan had gone off to be busy, leaving him alone at the Fu Family’s; he didn’t mind the solitude, roping Duan Jianchuan and Wen Zishu into playing mahjong with him.
Duan Jianchuan and Wen Zishu had played mahjong with him all day and both of them had begun to develop headaches.
Wen Zishu pushed the cards away impatiently, "No more, no more, I’m too tired! Look, Qing Yue, do you have a screw loose? As soon as you came back, you dragged me to play mahjong with you. Were you on a mission in Shuzhong or what?"
Where did he learn to play mahjong!
But Qing Yue just smiled leisurely, "I’m just bored, okay? It’s not my fault Big Brother Three won’t hang out with me."
Duan Jianchuan glanced at him, "I’d advise you not to say that in front of Big Brother Three, and you’d better stay away from the Abbot as well."
Qing Yue raised an eyebrow, "I’m just here to have some fun, is it necessary to be so guarded against me? Poor me."
Duan Jianchuan listened to his drawn-out tone, expression unchanged, "Being pitiable is still better than being dead."
Qing Yue paused for a second, then burst into laughter, "Old Duan, I didn’t expect you to have a sense of humor now."
Wen Zishu snorted, "Sense of humor my ass, where does he even know how to write those words?"
"Haven’t you three had enough yet?"
The moment Wen Zishu finished speaking, Fu Shiyan’s voice suddenly rang out.
The several people looked up and saw Fu Shiyan coming from the direction of the study.
Wen Zishu and Duan Jianchuan immediately stood up.
Qing Yue lifted his eyebrows and propped his palms on the table, standing as well.
He curved his lips, just about to say something.
But Fu Shiyan’s gaze had already fallen on him, cold and indifferent, "I haven’t got the patience to tolerate you for much longer. Once you’ve had your fun, remember to go back early."
With that, Fu Shiyan turned and walked away.
Qing Yue’s smile stiffened on his face.
Duan Jianchuan and Wen Zishu simultaneously looked at him.
Qing Yue chuckled, the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye becoming more alluring, "Big Brother Three really doesn’t leave any face for me, does he?"
Duan Jianchuan and Wen Zishu had nothing to say.
With Fu Shiyan’s words hanging in the air, the group lost the mood to play mahjong, dispersing, everyone returning to their respective homes to find their respective mothers.
When Duan Jianchuan and Wen Zishu left Fu Shiyan’s house, it was already past 11 PM.
It was known among the people of Xuanmen that the Yin Energy is heaviest during midnight, around the time of 11 PM - 1 AM, when certain entities liked to cause mischief.
Midnight was also a time of hidden dangers and tumultuous undercurrents.
After the time of 11 PM - 1 AM, the Yin Energy would begin to wane, and the Yang Energy would gradually take the dominant position; some entities didn’t like the daylight or couldn’t wait for daylight before acting.
For them, the night was the best time to move.