Cat catching mouse; teasing mouse

"Pay attention to the village's movements."

"There's something wrong with this village. There are too many people."

Liu Er: "These days are the village's semi-annual prayer day. It's normal for it to be a bit lively, right?"

Having said that, it was just a village prayer day, but there were so many people that it was a bit strange.

"The demon tribe may have sneaked in. This matter is not under our jurisdiction and belongs to the Liuli Sect." Song Liubai said as he walked slowly.

The man in his arms seemed to be sleeping soundly, his slow and heavy breathing caused others to lower their voices.

"I understand."

Liu Er knew what would happen next, which was to report the village's troubles to Liuli Sect. Anyway, Liuli Sect was already busy with the affairs of Yinghua Pavilion, so it would not be too much to add a few more troubles.

Song Liubai walked past the crowd and headed into the inner room. He glanced to the side without stopping and said coldly, "Let him go."

"Ah, the Lord..."

Liu Er was stunned, but met Song Liubai's murderous eyes, and quickly swallowed the words he had yet to say.

"yes."

Song Liubai gently placed the young man in his arms on the bed, took off his outer robe and shoes and socks, and took out a soft thin blanket from the space and covered the young man with it.

Of course no one knows.

A high-level trapping talisman was placed in the small interlayer of the thin quilt. Without Song Liubai's permission, it would be difficult for Xiao Cha to get out of this bed.

Song Liubai sat on the bed beside him, holding the boy's hand tightly. He was still a little panicked. He got the long-lost treasure again, but he didn't feel relieved, but worried all day long.

The boy's palms were naturally cold, which seemed to be caused by insufficient energy and blood. This made him frown, thinking that the boy still didn't know how to take care of himself.

After the ropes on Xiao Song were untied, he quickly stood up and walked behind the screen.

He just saw his younger brother being carried in by Song Liubai with his eyes closed, and he thought that Song Liubai had done something extremely evil to his younger brother, so he spoke with anger.

"What did you do to my brother?"

"Who are you guys? Just tell me what you want."

"Can you please let my brother go?"

Xiao Song's voice gradually weakened as he spoke. Seeing that Song Liubai was still sitting beside his brother's bed, he wanted to pull him away immediately.

But he was thinking about the other party's background and strength, so he dismissed the idea.

"You are his elder brother."

Song Liubai raised his eyebrows and stated the words.

His expression was cold but not serious, but he exuded an invisible pressure that forced the other party to tell the truth.

Xiao Song stared closely at the mouth shape of the person in front of him, and nodded without thinking, "Yes, so what."

"We depend on each other."

“From childhood to adulthood.”

"It could be true."

Song Liubai said slowly, "After taking care of this fool for eighteen years, are you getting tired of him?"

“…”

Xiao Song suddenly became angry.

What does this mean? Is he doubting that he is just flirting, or is he questioning the relationship between the two brothers?

"He is my brother, blood is thicker than water, we are like brothers. I cannot do such a hypocritical thing."

Song Liubai didn't say anything, just nodded.

At this time, Liu Er, who was outside the screen, also walked in. He bowed respectfully to Song Liubai who was lying on the bed, and said, "Master, I just tested this man's bones and muscles. He is a good material for cultivation. I don't know whether you should send him back to the pavilion for care as before..."

"Hengyuan Sect."

"...Yes, I'll arrange it right away."

Liu Er bent down, then stood up skillfully. Before Xiao Song could react, he chopped his neck with a knife.

"you!"

Xiao Song's eyes went dark and his legs fell weakly to the ground.

Song Liubai calmly withdrew his gaze, then stared intently at the face of the person sleeping soundly on the bed. After careful consideration, he said, "Send him to Hengyuan Sect and take good care of him. Don't mistreat him. There are still a few people around him. If anything happens, they will intervene immediately."

"Yes." Liu Er bent down, helped the person on the ground up, put him on his neck, and retreated behind the screen.

He raised his hand to signal the secret messengers in the room, and they retreated together until they were out of the house.

As people left, the only sound left in the room was the quiet and steady breathing.

Song Liubai slowly stroked his cheek with one hand until he had tucked his messy hair behind his ears one by one. Only then did he stop and let Xiao Cha go.

Song Liubai actually didn't use that much medicine. Even when he picked up Xiao Cha, he secretly weighed Xiao Cha's figure and shook off some of the medicine on the silver needle.

But he didn't expect that Xiao Cha was much more fragile than he had imagined.

"Why do you always make yourself so embarrassed?"

"What name should I call you, Junior Brother, or Idiot, or maybe Xiao Cha?" Song Liubai whispered softly, his eyes like torches fixed on the boy's eyebrows, then slowly moved down to stare at the man's lips.

"Seeing me today, you recognized me, right?"

"Why are you pretending not to know me? Do you want to have nothing to do with me and others anymore?"

Song Liubai's mind emerged with the hidden panic of the man when he looked up, and suddenly a feeling of conflicting emotions surged in his heart.

Song Liubai bit his lip and made a click of the tongue, seeming a little annoyed. Then he gently put his head on Xiao Cha's shoulder and buried his whole face in Xiao Cha's arms, like an insecure child who was eager to ask for desires from others.

"Why are you so cruel..."

"You're so cruel... Xiao Cha, I hate you."

The sleeping man could not respond to him.

But Xiao Cha did not sleep well. In the corner where he could not see, her eyelashes were wet with tears, leaving teardrops.

Song Liubai lay on him for a long time before he raised his face. However, unlike before, his eyes were red from crying.

The red mark is very faint and cannot be seen unless you look carefully.

Just at this moment.

Liu Er, who had just left and returned, knocked on the door with food in his hand.

Song Liubai straightened out the wrinkles on his clothes, then sat down on a chair in the main hall. He took the teapot beside him and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Come in."

Song Liubai took a sip of tea and raised his eyes casually.

"My Lord, an invitation has arrived from the glass."

"This is the list of sects invited by Liuli Sect."

Liu Er took out an exquisite invitation and a folded paper from his sleeve, placed them on the tray in his hand, and handed them over.

Song Liubai didn't put down the teacup in his hand, nor did he even glance at the invitation. He just asked calmly, "What's the matter?"

"My Lord, this post is for a banquet."

"The Liuli Sect has been sending out invitations to banquets this morning, to all sects, big and small."

Liu Er frowned. He couldn't understand why Liulizhong was a big sect after all, so doing this was a bit too humble.

Of course, he didn't say these words out loud, but just waited quietly for Song Liubai to speak.

Thoughts were swirling in Song Liubai's eyes, and a dark mass was pressing on his pupils. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the table again and again, his posture was very casual, and he seemed to be unaware of the hidden meaning behind the invitation.

"My Lord, shall we go?"

"go."

How could Song Liubai not know that this invitation was just an excuse to recruit from the major sects? That old guy Nangong Ye was much smarter than he thought, but of course much dumber too.

Nangong Ye is so arrogant that he disdains to look up to others, so he will definitely suffer a big loss this time.

The forces behind Yinghua Pavilion are far more involved than Nangong Ye thought. If he wants to win over other sects to fight against him, he will have to spend a lot of money, Nangong Ye.

Haha, you're holding a banquet, a Hongmen Banquet, and a banquet to win over others. What an idiot! Now that it's out in the open, who would do it?

Song Liubai pursed his lips in a mocking manner. He admired intelligence, not people who pretended to be smart.

Song Liubai raised his hand and ticked the word on the list. He then unfolded it and looked at it, saying meaningfully, "We need to follow the list above and do our best to prevent them from losing their patience with us."

Liu Er agreed.

“Bang—”

There were noises coming from the inner room.

Liu Er didn't dare to look up. He just wanted to put the list away and quickly leave the room.

Song Liubai didn't move for a while, but arranged the food on the table one by one, and then he put the chopsticks on the bowl.

The freshly cooked white rice was still steaming. Song Liubai paused, a look of confusion appeared on his face, but it quickly disappeared.

Song Liubai took out a black porcelain bottle from the space bag, opened the bottle and poured the liquid into the palm of his hand.

All I saw was a sticky black liquid, rolled up into a ball in Song Liubai's palm.

If you look closely, you can see that the black liquid actually has substance and has a pair of eyes.

Song Liubai slowly put his hand into the bowl of rice, and the black liquid in his palm "whoosh" and turned into small black dots on the inconspicuous rice grains.

If you don't look carefully, you can't really see the blinking eyes.

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Xiao Cha fell to the ground, his mind going blank. He couldn't believe how this quilt, which looked thin and weighed nothing on his body, could crush him so hard.

Song Liubai didn't want him to escape. He wanted to defend himself and thought of too many ways. But it was useless because he was just a mortal now.

If he runs away, just catch him.

Xiao Cha lay on the ground and sighed helplessly. He no longer had the strength to fight against the quilt on his body. He could only pray secretly that Song Liubai would come and save him quickly.

Speak of Cao Cao and he will appear.

As soon as Song Liubai stepped behind the screen, he saw the boy who had been sleeping obediently in the quilt just now, now lying on the ground in a mess.

The black hair spread on the ground, and the face of the young man who had just recovered from a serious illness was still pale. Perhaps it was because he had struggled so hard just now. At this moment, the young man slightly opened his thin lips and breathed a little quickly.

The young man heard footsteps, raised his chin, and stared at the person in front of him with misty eyes. This action inadvertently revealed the delicate collarbone under his neck. Looking inside, one could even see a little red.

Song Liubai's eyes darkened. He took a few steps forward and stood in front of Xiao Cha, looking down at him.