As Qiao Xi spoke, she couldn't help but blink her eyes. She wanted to say that Shuten Doji had some misunderstanding about this little half-hearted god like him?
Fengyue God is just the last god among the eight hundred gods. Even Gao Tianyuan has no chance to go up. How can he be trusted by the ghost king who lives in a powerful country?
He sighed.
——If he hadn’t followed the path of the Fengyue God in the ordinary sense...
Following Qiao Xi's sigh, the ghost girl Hongye finally made a move for the first time since entering the courtyard.
She rolled her eyes slightly and looked at the god with a very warm aura in front of her. Unexpectedly, two lines of blood and tears suddenly flowed out of her eyes.
Qiao Xi was startled, glanced at Sa Dou in confusion, and quickly took out the handkerchief and handed it to her.
Two lines of blood and tears flowed down Hongye's face, leaving two red marks, which looked very scary.
The courtyard was very silent for a moment, and the next second, overwhelming ghost cries rang out in the courtyard.
The sound was sad and shrill, intermittent, but extremely harsh. As the sound got louder and louder, Hongye suddenly became filled with a red-black ghostly aura.
The little monsters in the courtyard immediately screamed and ran away, and because of their panicked voices, these ghost spirits became more and more unstable, and the air seemed to be filled with ice.
Qiao Xi was slightly shocked when she saw that countless piles of bones seemed to appear behind her in an instant.
Qiao Xi was surprised, but the movements of her hands were not ambiguous at all.
He first reacted quickly and built a barrier to protect the weak little monsters that could only be used for decoration, and then directed Sa Dou and Yingcao to pay attention to these little monsters and the courtyard.
Under the worried and hesitant gazes of Sa Dou and Ying Cao, Qiao Xi closed his eyes. The soft breath gradually spread, and the light green mist lingered around him, and his body was also affected by the mist.
It floated to the level of the red leaves.
Little by little, the gentle and natural breath swallowed up the ghostly aura emitted by the ghost girl Hong Ye. Until the light green mist took over the entire courtyard, Qiao Xi stretched out her hand, lightly touched Hong Ye's eyebrows with her fingertips, and whispered
Said: "Stop crying."
Hongye's body was the strongest source of ghost energy, so the feeling coming from her fingertips was not very good, but Qiao Xi could not see any discomfort on her face.
The howling and distorted black-red mist stagnated, and Hongye's eyes met Qiao Xi's eyes blankly.
Qiao Xi had a soft and natural smile on her face. Although his appearance was still very immature, the aura he exuded was warm and made people feel extremely reliable.
"Hey, stop crying, okay?"
Hong Ye gradually opened her eyes, and suddenly she knelt on the ground weakly and cried loudly.
Qiao Xi: "..."
——The more you talk, the more you cry, but is that okay?
Qiao Xi thought this way, but she was actually relieved by Hong Ye's reaction. After all, although she was crying louder now, she was already conscious.
Of course, even after putting aside her worries about Hongye, Qiao Xi still felt a little bit bitter about the miserable situation of such a little girl crying.
So he turned his head helplessly and looked at Sa Dou, who had been looking worriedly at him in the corridor, and couldn't help but cast a look for help.
Sa Dou was slightly startled, and then suddenly laughed.
Qiao Xi helplessly conveyed her wishes with her eyes, but unfortunately Sa Dou did not accept it.
After he had laughed enough, he narrowly blinked at Qiao Xi, then turned around with a smile to comfort the little monsters who were still panicking at this moment.
Qiao Xi: "..."
He just said one thing - does he still have any dignity as a god?!
Qiao Xi, who was ignored by her own divine messenger, couldn't help but "tsk", then she squatted down resignedly, took out a handkerchief and handed it to Hongye, exuding her strong gentleness to comfort her: "Hey, don't cry so miserably...
…”
As he spoke, he couldn't help but muttered in a low voice,
"It feels like I bullied you."
——I don’t know where this sentence hit Hongye. She suddenly stopped and looked up at Qiao Xi, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, a little lower than herself.
Qiao Xi tilted her head and looked at her seriously.
"I don't know why you're crying, but isn't it said that girls become ugly if they cry too much?"
Hongye: "..."
Hongye responded in silence, and the atmosphere was filled with embarrassment.
Qiao Xi: "..."
So he really has a hard time dealing with crying girls!
He glanced back at the happy Sa Dou as if talking to the little monsters. Just when he was thinking about whether to forcefully rush over and pull him over, he heard Hong Ye suddenly let out a soft sigh.
"It's so gentle."
Qiao Xi turned around and blinked in confusion.
Hongye, who had been crying like a ghost just now, suddenly looked at him and smiled slightly.
The blood and tears she shed had disappeared when Qiao Xi purified her, and her originally gorgeous facial features looked even more dazzling because of such a smile.
As if she was sure, she said what she just said again, the smile on her face gradually widened, and this time she added an attributive:
"You are so gentle, Lord Fengyue God."
Qiao Xi stretched out her hand to scratch her cheek in embarrassment.
Gentleness or something...
His eyes fell on Hongye's face.
Hongye smiled slightly, her facial features were as gorgeous as a blooming rose. She was wearing a red dress dyed with blood. Her black hair was draped softly behind her back. The aura around her body seemed unexpected at this time.
Gentle.
——It's really as if the woman named Yamato Nadeshiko, known as "the most beautiful woman in Heian Kyo", has returned.
However, in reality, she has degenerated into a ghost girl.
Qiao Xi stared at the red leaves covered with red pupils with a soft smile, and suddenly she also smiled slightly.
After a moment, he stood up, patted Hong Ye's head gently, and said softly:
"Hime Hongye is also very gentle, especially when she smiles."
The smile on Hongye's face was stunned for a moment.
Gentle?
She subconsciously raised her hand, and gently touched her cheek with her slender but pale fingers without a trace of blood.
Her cheeks were also frighteningly white, a pale color unique to the ghost tribe. She knew that there was no gentleness in her appearance, like that of a fierce ghost.
She raised her hands and subconsciously covered her eyes.
She could feel the young god putting his palms on the top of her hair, touching her hair gently, and his words were equally gentle.
"It's true. Hongye-hime is very gentle when she smiles."
So involuntarily, transparent tears welled up from Hongye's eyes, one drop at a time, and flowed down her fingers.