C17

"Ah!"

In his dreams, Han Xiu suddenly "Ah", and then sat up.

Murong Qing who was at the side had long since woken up, and was currently squatting beside the bed, looking at him with a face full of worry.

Seeing that he had finally woken up, Murong Qing anxiously asked, "What happened to you? Did he have a nightmare? I'll get you a towel to wipe it off. "

"Wait, you were looking at me just now?" Han Xiu asked Murong Qing while perspiring profusely.

At this moment, Han Xiu did not put on any disguise, so the way he spoke sounded cold and harsh, causing Murong Qing's heart to thump loudly.

"Mm, yes …" Murong Qing didn't know why Da Zhuang seemed to have become a little scary.

Han Xiu did not have the mind to care about all these. Was it just a nightmare?

But why did he feel it was so real? The swelling in his chest was still there, exactly the same as it had been in his dream.

Such a fantasy was something that a modern man who only believed in science would never understand.

He felt that he must have eaten something by mistake to become like this, and that the balls of light were just a dream because of his body's discomfort.

And then, he thought, was he poisoned?

When he thought here, he immediately thought of the nine sugar-pellets he had just eaten. Could it be that those things caused him to become like this?

However, Da Zhuang had clearly eaten it, but he didn't seem to remember seeing Da Zhuang being the same as him?

Or is it … Did he eat too much at once?

However, no matter what it was, it was all his guess, and it couldn't be counted as an answer at all.

"Did you see me do anything strange? Or did you say something strange? " Han Xiu looked at Murong Qing and asked.

Murong Qing nodded, then shook his head.

"You're nodding and shaking your head, what does that mean?" Han Xiu asked impatiently.

Perhaps because his tone was cold and angry, Murong Qing stood there without saying a word, shivering on the spot.

Seeing this, Han Xiu realised that he was no longer the previous killer Han Xiu but instead, a fool Da Zhuang. No wonder he had scared this little white rabbit.

Han Xiu raised his hand to wipe his sweat, then got down from the bed and walked towards Murong Qing, only to see him retreating a few steps, obviously still having some lingering fear towards him.

Han Xiu laughed and said, "Are you hungry? I'll go find you something to eat. "

The rabbits in the afternoon had all been killed by him and the little fellow, so there was still no dinner waiting for them.

However, Murong Qing still refused to speak, staring at him in a daze, as if he was looking at a terrifying stranger.

Han Xiu was the most adept at coaxing others, but he used it all on women, so he wondered if this brat in front of him would be able to use it?

He thought about it for a while, then directly reached his hand out to pull off the Bamboo Sword that Murong Qing had given him earlier that day. Then, he started to play with it in front of Murong Qing.

In the end, his first action was actually to use the short Bamboo Sword as a gun in his hand, and aim it towards the door in a shooting posture, accompanied by a "Bang" sound.

Murong Qing, "..."

Han Xiu, "..."

Touching his nose, Han Xiu quickly changed his posture and created a new sword technique in front of Murong Qing.

He only knew how to play with the spear, he had never danced with the sword, and it was even such a short Bamboo Sword.

Actually, he wanted to go with the flow. Didn't the ancients like that?

As a result, after a few violent actions, he knew that he wouldn't be able to play with it.

Furthermore, not only did he not make Murong Qing happy, he had even frightened.

Han Xiu was really out of ideas now.

Thus, he gave up.

He placed the Bamboo Sword back into the bamboo tube and threw it back to Murong Qing dejectedly, "I'll go out to look for food, wait for me here."

After saying that, he went to find clean clothes to change out of his sweaty clothes and went out.

He had wanted to take a bath, but it was too late.

"Hey, you, are you okay?" Murong Qing whispered as he looked at Han Xiu who was walking out of the door with the Bamboo Sword in his hand.

Why did this fool look so strange just now?

Han Xiu waved his hand at him, "It's fine, I was just trying to make you laugh, but failed."

Murong Qing's face was at a loss, as though he did not understand what those seemingly random movements of his four limbs had to do with making him laugh.

Han Xiu was too lazy to explain and directly went out.