It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

The weather is getting hotter and hotter. The monks with great powers are not afraid of the scorching summer heat, but Wen Ai is so hot that they stick out their tongues and often go to a small pool to take a bath. The water pool is next to a rock wall, and a bunch of waterfalls fall down the rock wall, and this small pond is built up.

Wen Ai is short and dare not go to the middle, so he just obediently soaks in the pool to cool off, think about why the master has not come back, think about what food Gu Shu will give him today, think about Gu Ye...

Nothing to think about.

Wen Ai pulled back his thoughts in time, but his hand still involuntarily picked up the wireless pull on his clothes. This thing is similar to a mobile phone and the communication is very convenient. He thought that Gu Ye would take the opportunity to harass the phone, but when the bell got in his hand, The Communist Party of China did not ring a few times.

Wen Ai thinks about it carefully, Gu Ye is actually quite mysterious, unless he takes the initiative to come over, usually you can't find his trace at all, and you don't know what is behind your back, he is free, and the cumbersome chores depend on Gu. On the body of Shu, Gu Shu must still be busy in the Dongming Hall, and Gu Ye...what is it doing now?

The wireless pull is controlled by mind, and Wen Ai thought about it in a daze, and the bell started automatically, emitting a faint white light, and Wen Ai shook his hands and almost dropped it into the water. At the same time, a string of crisp clanging sounds came out from the grass beside them, and they were particularly clear in the secluded pool.

Wen Ai was taken aback for a moment, bounced out of the water like a prick, took the clothes and hurriedly put on him, shaking his hands in a hurry, and shouted angrily: "Gu Ye, you big bad guy!"

"I just happened to pass by." Gu Ye slowly walked out of the grass and touched his nose. "Who would have thought of you playing in the water here, I didn't mean it."

Wen Ai was dressed in a mess, his face was so red that he was angry or ashamed: "You just hid it on purpose!"

"Hidden you take a shower?" Gu Yele was excited, and flicked under Wen Yai with his fingers, "A little bit of a big bird, what can I see."

Wen Ai's face turned redder, clutching his crotch and turning away.

"Hey! Why are you throwing things away?" Gu Ye picked up the bell on the ground, held it in his hand and waved it at his back, "Wireless is here."

Wen Ai ran without looking back, resolutely said: "No more!"

"That won't work." Gu Ye teleported to the front of Wen Ai, squatted down and opened his arms towards him. Wen Ai was too late to brake, hitting his arms, and was hugged.

"Let go!" Wen Ai struggled with his little arm, "You bully the little one! Leopard!"

Gu Ye couldn't close his mouth when he was teased, and easily controlled the little thing in his arms: "It was all wrong for me to cross the road accidentally?"

Wen Ai puffed: "You are even wrong to breathe!"

Gu Ye couldn't laugh or cry: "Yes, yes, I'm wrong, I'm Pimple, I shouldn't pass by while your little swan is taking a bath, I'm so wrong that Pimple wants to eat swan meat."

Wen Ai was the most softhearted, and his face was puffed up like a small pufferfish, but Gu Ye snorted him in a low voice and eloquently, and his breath was mostly relieved, and he no longer struggled fiercely. Just turn his face aside and ignore people.

Gu Ye continued to admit his mistake: "Your adults don't remember the villain's past, the little swan flies high and sees far, so don't worry about the ugly bumps on the ground."

Wen Ai groaned from his nose, took back his own bell and tied it on his body, which was completely relieved.

Gu Ye looked at the well-behaved little glutinous rice balls, resisted the desire to get a kiss, and said in a soft voice: "Brother, can I make up for you? Take you down the mountain?"

Except for the Qing Dynasty, Wen Ai has only spent two days in Wuya Village, and has not seen the outside world. Of course, I am interested: "Where to go?"

Gu Ye helped him tidy up his messy clothes and replied: "Wanbao Lou will hold an auction meeting. There are so many weird things. Then you can buy whatever seniors you like."

Wen Ai likes to join in this kind of excitement, but he is afraid of Gu Ye from time to time guilty of violent temperament, fearing that he will be squashed and bullied after going out with him, so he said: "Then you have to promise me one condition!"

"You said."

"You make another pair of bells." Wen Ai said, "Give it to me before going down the mountain."

Gu Ye narrowed his eyes: "Want to give Gu Shu?"

Wen Ai nodded: "If you bully me, I'll call my brother to save me."

Gu Ye decisively cut the railway: "No."

Wen Ai also categorically said: "Then I won't go."

If you don't go with you, you can go with others.

Wen Ai's small abacus crackled and ran to the Dongming Hall to find Gu Shu. At the door, he met a group of Yaoge disciples. Linghui was among them. After saying hello, they entered the hall together.

"Xiao Xiao." Gu Shu was a little surprised when he saw the younger brother among the crowd. He walked down to the hall and pulled him to sit with him at the top of the hall. If no one was around, he set aside his hair and asked with a smile, "You Why are you here?"

The disciple of the Dry Medicine Pavilion underneath witnessed Gu Shu's gentle expression, and sighed that only Junior Master had this ability in this world.

Wen Ai didn't want to interrupt Gu Shu's business affairs. He glanced at the people waiting for his Highness: "Let them speak first, I have nothing to worry about."

Coincidentally, the Yaoge disciples also came for the auction meeting. There are countless treasures in Wanbaolou, and almost extinct medicinal materials appear at every auction meeting. They came to Gu Shu to buy the medicine.

The headed Yaoge disciple said, "Please don't worry, Master Gu, that the pill that you refine will contribute part of the medicine to the sect and will not break the rules."

Gu Shu nodded: "Just do as usual."

"Brother." Wen Ai leaned in Gu Shu's arms and said, "I also want to go to the auction. I came here to tell you about this."

Gu Shu frowned slightly: "I can't walk away recently."

Although Wen Ai had expected it, he was still a little lost: "It's okay, I can be with Linghui and the others."

The immortal world is weak and strong, Gu Shu is worried about Wen Ai's safety: "Why don't you let your second brother accompany you? With him, naturally no one dares to bully you."

Wen Ai's little head immediately shook into a rattle: "I asked, the second brother said he was very busy."

Gu Shu knew that he had a little conflict with Gu Ye, and did not reveal him.

The Yaoge disciples did not expect to have the opportunity to travel with the little uncle, and they immediately fought for it: "Please rest assured, uncle Gu, we will do our best to take care of the little uncle."

Linghui also said: "Little Master is familiar with me, so I must not be lonely on the road."

With Wen Ai's expectant gaze, Gu Shu nodded in agreement, but looked at the jade slips piled up on the table again, with a rare irritation on his face: "Sorry, I can't accompany you."

Wen Ai helped him open his frowning eyebrows, and said cleverly: "I know that brother wants to be with me is enough!"

There were about ten Yaoge disciples who went with this trip, all of whom had cultivation bases above the Jindan stage, but Gu Shu was still worried. He sent four Jiange disciples to protect him. They were all masters of the **** transformation stage. Not human kind.

The disciples of Yaoge were shocked when the battle was so big, they felt that they were big in front of Gu Shu, and they must be on guard at all times to take this baby pimple out. If something happens...

It's too late to regret now, everyone in Medicine Pavilion looked at the master sword pavilion behind Wen Ai, a little relieved.

Wanbao Building is much larger than Wenyi's imagination, almost the size of half a football field. Several wide and flat jade screens are distributed everywhere, relaying the actual situation of the auction station like a TV.

Wen Ai was eager to sit in the private room on the second floor, holding the Lingshi that Gu Shu gave him before leaving, listening to the auctioneer blowing up the merchandise. Fortunately, Linghui was a savvy man, and sitting next to him gave him a lot of science.

Wen Ai quickly saw a spiritual pet, Jinfu Mink, with snow-white fur, but with a pattern resembling the word "Fu" on the back. His temperament was docile, and his dark and moist eyes turned round and round, which was particularly likable. The starting price is one thousand spiritual stones.

Wen Yai increased the price by five hundred and five hundred, and it was about four thousand and five to win it, but suddenly a guest number 12 was killed. In Wanbaolou, the smaller the number, the more honorable the guests, but Wen Ai did not intend to give up, and continued to bid for the price. The two of you came and went, raising the price to one hundred thousand spiritual stones.

The monks who watch the excitement can't sit still, Jin Fu Diao has no combat effectiveness, it is a likable and funny thing, female cultivators prefer to raise, although it is rare, the market price is only three thousand spiritual stones, this one was actually photographed One hundred thousand! The three generations of its ancestors are not worth the price!

"Little Master," Linghui persuaded, "If you like Jinfu Diao, I will find one for you when I go back."

Wen Ai looked at the cute little mink on the filming stage, feeling unwilling to give up, but let it go. The money is not such a trick, and it is Gu Shu's money, and he is even more reluctant to spend it randomly.

The auctioneer knocked on the golden hammer: "Congratulations to guest 12 for winning the auction of Jin Fu Diao."

This unpleasantness did not affect Wen Ai's mood. He quickly turned his attention to the next lot. It was a pot of ice dew grass. It is said that there is spiritual consciousness. When unhappy, tiny snowflakes will float around. Wen Ai thought it was fun and excitedly shot it out, but the customer on the 12th came to win love again. A pot of spirit grass with a starting price of 800 was sold at one hundred and fifty thousand, which was more expensive than many spirit artifacts. .

Wen Ai had to grit his teeth and give up.

However, on the 12th, he obviously couldn't make it to him. No matter what he took, the pesky would follow him, and finally **** the thing at an incredible price. Moreover, he was in the same private room with the Yaoge disciple, and they used the same number plate. Once the door of the room was closed, no one could see the inside. But when the Yaoge disciple took the medicinal materials, No. 12 was as quiet as a chicken. Once he fancyed something , The 12th must come out to disrupt the game.

Wen Ai has been spoiled for several lifetimes, and for the first time encountered such a hard stubble, he was embarrassed without any grudges, and was inevitably uncomfortable in his heart, with his head hanging down and gloomy. The Jiange disciple behind him saw that it was pretty good! Little Shishu is the treasure of our sword pavilion. How can you tolerate such bullying, not to mention that Gu Shu has to blame them when he goes back, but they can't see it!

"Little Master, you wait! I want to see which ghost is making trouble!"

"I am going too!"

Two Jiange disciples raised their swords and went out, while the other two stayed to protect Wen Ai.

It didn't take long for the two of them to come back. They looked like they were going to fight with someone just now. They were sullen and regretful for doing stupid things.

Wen Ai asked: "How is it?"

A Jiange disciple smiled awkwardly: "If you don't see anyone, the rules of Wanbao Building, the owner can't enter if not allowed."

Another disciple hesitated and said, "Little Master, you can shoot whatever you like. If you compete with you on the 12th...Let's not fight with him, it's not necessary."

"The last lot." On the stage, the auctioneer opened the red silk cloth, "Thousands of silk knotted sword ears."

Wen Ai thought of Gu Shu's sword, and then looked at Jianhu in the exhibition panel, half **** and half earnestly said: "I let him all night, I must take this Jianhu!"