My Senior Brother Turned Black After I Died. Chapter 14

Chapter 14 Chapter 14 Throwing yourself into my arms

After Mo Wuyi said those words, he stopped talking and just used the Star-Breaking Sword to fiddle with the firewood in the stove.The dim yellow firelight reflected on his face, half of it was ferocious and half of it was cold, and the shadow it cast seemed particularly heavy.

Shen Lanchuan didn’t ask any more questions. He sat quietly on the wooden bench, took out the unformed piece of wood, and gently turned the carving knife on his fingertips.

The tip of the knife scratched the wood, making a subtle rustling sound, and sawdust fell.The firelight danced on Shen Lanchuan’s lowered eyebrows, reflecting the deep outline.He thought about Ji Hantong’s appearance, stabbing him slowly and intently.

Time passed quietly amidst the silence and the crackling sound of firewood. Mo Wuyi quietly got up and left the house without knowing when.Shen Lanchuan did not raise his head, but still sat there and continued carving. The outline of the wood carving in his hand gradually became clearer.

Ji Hantong was awakened by the warm yellow sunlight coming in from the window.

The sun was getting brighter. He drowsily opened his eyes and raised his hands to block the sunlight. He looked outside through the gap between his fingertips and found that the sun had already reached three o’clock in the sky.

Ji Hantong blinked, and his consciousness gradually returned. He subconsciously looked for Shen Lanchuan.

Then he saw the picture——

Shen Lanchuan sat on the simple wooden stool by the window and fell asleep, facing him.The early morning sunlight slanted in from a larger window on the side, gently covering Shen Lanchuan like a golden gauze.

The morning light outlines Shen Lanchuan’s tall, pine-like back and broad, straight shoulder lines.Her long black hair was half tied behind her head with a simple hosta, and a few strands of broken hair hung down on the side of her neck, glowing softly in the sunlight.He lowered his head slightly, his profile was clear and stern, his nose was high, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his jawline had a nice curve.

Shen Lanchuan just sat quietly in the morning light, his silhouette outlined by the light like a carefully carved jade statue. He was cold, focused, and calm, but inexplicably gave people an indescribable sense of gentleness and stability.

Ji Hantong stared blankly, forgetting to say anything for a moment.

System 0621 said helplessly: “Host, wake up, the tears are dripping from the corner of your mouth.”

Ji Hantong raised his hand to wipe it, but found that there was no unknown liquid at the corner of his mouth.

He said angrily: “0621, why do you lie to me every day!”

System 0621: “Haha.”

However, being interrupted by System 0621, Ji Hantong found that Shen Lanchuan had woken up at some point and was looking straight over, with their eyes facing each other.

The morning light fell into Shen Lanchuan’s deep eyes, revealing a tenderness.The corners of his mouth raised a slight arc, and his voice was gentle: “Are you awake? How did you sleep?”

Ji Hantong nodded dazedly, feeling that his senior brother looked particularly good-looking today.

Shen Lanchuan came closer, as if he was so cute by his appearance, and pinched Ji Hantong’s face gently.

Getting closer, Ji Hantong noticed some fine sawdust on Shen Lanchuan’s robe. He asked curiously: “Brother, why are your clothes dirty?”

“Huh?” Shen Lanchuan followed his gaze and looked down at some light-colored sawdust stained on his robe. He raised his hand and lightly dusted it with a natural expression, “I had nothing to do last night and carved something small.”

“What little thing?” Ji Hantong’s eyes lit up, and his curiosity was immediately piqued. “Show me!” He sat up with his hands on his hands. His movements involved the injury on his left leg, and he frowned slightly.

Shen Lanchuan noticed it immediately, stretched out his hand to hold Ji Hantong’s shoulder, his tone was disapproving, but his movements were very gentle: “Slow down.”

“It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt anymore.” Ji Hantong waved his hands nonchalantly, still staring at Shen Lanchuan, “Senior brother, quickly show me what you carved?”

He knew that Shen Lanchuan’s swordsmanship was unparalleled, but he didn’t know that Shen Lanchuan still had the leisure and elegance to learn sculpture.

Shen Lanchuan was so excited by his expectant eyes that he stopped showing off. He turned around and picked up the completed work from the wooden bench by the window and handed it to Ji Hantong.

“I haven’t carved it before, I just carved it last night.”

“Wow -” Ji Hantong let out a low exclamation.

Lying in the palm of Shen Lanchuan’s hand was a delicate and small wooden sculpture of Ji Hantong’s appearance.

The puppet’s posture is flexible and natural. He tilts his head slightly, holds his chin with one hand, and rests his other hand casually on his knee.The eyebrows and eyes are curved, the corners of the lips are raised, and the cinnabar mole at the end of the eye is clearly depicted. The eyes are full of trust and concentration, shining as if filled with starlight.

Ji Hantong was stunned.He stared blankly at the small wooden doll, his fingertips curled up, and he was a little afraid to pick it up.

“Senior brother…” His voice was hoarse, his heart beating uncontrollably in his chest, and a strange and hot heat rushed from his heart to his cheeks, “This… this is me?”

“Well,” Shen Lanchuan tilted his head slightly, his ears turned red, and his tone was a little unnatural, “This is the first time. I’ll get something better for you next time.”

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a furry head thrust into his arms.

Ji Hantong leaned forward, his arms wrapped around Shen Lanchuan’s waist and held him tightly.His face was buried in Shen Lanchuan’s chest and rubbed again and again. The smooth black hair made Shen Lanchuan’s jaw itch slightly and the skirt of his clothes was also a little messy.

“Senior brother…” Ji Hantong’s voice was muffled, soft and waxy as if he had just woken up, and as sweet as soaked in honey, “You are so good at carving, I like it very much.”

Shen Lanchuan’s body froze slightly, and he lowered his eyes to look at the head that was moving wildly on his chest. His raised hand paused in the air for a moment before gently falling on the back of Ji Hantong’s head, stroking along the soft hair.

“It’s just a wooden sculpture,” he said in a very low voice, with a bit of indulgence, “and he deserves this from you.”

“Of course it’s worth it!” Ji Hantong suddenly raised his eyes, with a lingering smile in his eyes.

He still hugged Shen Lanchuan’s waist without letting go. He just raised his face and raised the corners of his mouth with a hint of pampering and pride, “Senior brother carved it with his own hands, and it still looks like me. It’s the only one in the world.”

As he spoke, Ji Hantong buried his face again and sighed contentedly like a small animal that had found its nest: “Senior brother is so good to me.”

The soft spot in Shen Lanchuan’s heart collapsed due to his rubbing. He curled his fingers and raised his hand to hug Ji Hantong back.

“Ahem——”

A sudden cough interrupted Shen Lanchuan’s movements.The two of them followed the sound and saw Mo Wuyi leaning against the door and looking at them coolly. At his feet was Xueyun Fox, who was peeping his head out.

Ji Hantong was startled by the sound and jumped out of Shen Lanchuan’s arms. His cheeks instantly turned red, spreading all the way to his ears and neck, and his whole body seemed to be on fire.

He sat upright in a hurry, his eyes wandering and he did not dare to look at Mo Wuyi at the door. He could only stare at his toes, wishing to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.

Shen Lanchuan looked calm, calmly tidying up his clothes that were slightly messed up by Ji Hantong, and turned his eyes calmly to Mo Wuyi at the door: “Senior Mo.”

Mo Wuyi’s eyes swept back and forth between Ji Hantong’s red ears and Shen Lanchuan’s calm face. The corners of his mouth curved into a vague arc, and there was some clarity in the intact right eye.He didn’t reveal anything, but simply said: “Now that I’m awake and in good spirits, let’s leave as soon as possible.”

Hearing this, Ji Hantong couldn’t care less about being shy. He looked up at Mo Wuyi and glanced at Shen Lanchuan subconsciously.Shen Lanchuan nodded slightly to him, signaling his peace of mind.

“Thank you, senior, for taking me in last night.” Ji Hantong calmed down and tried to make his voice sound calmer, “I don’t know what senior meant when he said it is not suitable to stay for a long time…”

“This place is dangerous and not a place you should set foot in,” Mo Wuyi interrupted him, his tone calm, “As for those people from the Immortal Alliance who came with you…”

He paused, and a cold light flashed in his one eye, “I will go and ‘ask’ them to leave. You can just leave the secret realm.”

Mo Wuyi raised his finger and pointed at the bowl of soup on the stove: “Go and drink that. Your senior brother has been warming it with magic.”

Ji Hantong drank the decoction, but still had some confusion in his mind.They came here for the Xueyun Fox. Now it seems that the Xueyun Fox is domesticated and cannot be taken back, so there is nothing wrong with leaving here, but…

He lowered his eyes and stared at the tiny crack on the white porcelain bowl, and asked System 0621 again in his mind: “Are you sure you can’t find any plot related to Su Xin’s secret realm in the original work?”

System 0621: “Yes host.”

“Is there anyone named Mo Ming or someone with the surname Mo in the original work?”

This time the system 0621 did not answer for a long time, it seemed that it was retrieving information.

After a long time, it came back and said: “Host, after searching the original work, the male protagonist Li Cangming once obtained a sword named Broken Star from the body of a crazy monster when he was out training. It was the sword of Mo Wuyi, one of the two geniuses of the previous generation of Lan Yue Sect. The other was the current leader Xiao Mengjue. This was another golden finger of Li Cangming, and he also gained the full support of Lan Yue Sect.”

“I see.” Ji Hantong nodded, thinking that the senior named Mo was Mo Wuyi.

“Leave after you finish drinking.”

Before Ji Hantong could continue to think deeply, Mo Wuyi interrupted his thoughts.

Shen Lanchuan took Ji Hantong’s hand and said goodbye to Mo Wuyi.

Mo Wuyi watched the two people leave quietly, and couldn’t help but sigh when she saw Ji Hantong being held behind by Shen Lanchuan, acting obediently.

“You’re really obedient. It would be great if Xiao Mengjue could be so obedient, but…” He raised his hand and touched Xueyun Hu’s head, his tone became a little sad, “If possible, I still hope that guy will stay the same as before.”

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