The group pets the little fisherman, she has a lot of happy events

"Cough cough."

Ye Junlan's shoulder injury was still unhealed, and the corners of his eyes twitched in pain.

"Brother Lin!"

Ye Xiuyan's pretty face sank, and she glared at him angrily.

"I'll go, this hand is really evil."

Lin Jingcheng quickly withdrew his hand, glanced away and pretended to be innocent: "I didn't listen to the order, I stretched it out myself."

Ye Xiuyan laughed angrily: "If you are disobedient, chop it up."

"Jun Lan, I didn't mean to."

Lin Jingcheng changed his face in a second, and shook Ye Junlan's arm to pretend to be pitiful: "Can you persuade my sister to stop being so fierce?"

"Okay, do you still dare to sue?"

Ye Xiuyan frowned, rolled up her sleeves, and planned to torture him.

"Jun Lan help me, my sister is going to hit me again."

Lin Jingcheng hid behind Ye Junlan in a swish, pretending to be scared to beg for mercy.

"Okay, okay, big brother is fine."

Ye Junlan looked amused, and righteously stretched out his hand to stop: "Jing Cheng didn't do it on purpose, my sister will spare him this time."

"He"

Ye Xiuyan was angry and funny, she waved her fist, and wanted to hit him twice more.

"Hahaha, it's nice to be young!"

A hearty laugh came from the bamboo forest, interrupting the confrontation between the boys and girls.

Too bad, I forgot that my second uncle is still on the island!
Lin Jingcheng's back stiffened, he sat up straight reflexively, and stopped playing tricks.

Ye Xiuyan's ears were slightly red, and she withdrew her hand embarrassingly.

"Hahaha."

With his hands behind his head, Lin Ruizhao lay comfortably on the roof, drinking some wine and humming a little song, feeling extremely comfortable.

"Prince Gong."

Mu Jian is a martial idiot, he has the same temperament as Lin Ruizhao, the two chatted very happily, and within just one day, they had the illusion of seeing each other later.

"Let's go to the royal hunting ground, find a place, and have a good fight."

"it is good."

Lin Ruizhao was obsessed with cultivation. Hearing this, he suddenly regained his energy and shot up from the roof, soaring into the sky.

Mu Jian came after him, and Yu Jian hurriedly chased after him.

Two dazzling rays of light shot up into the sky and flew away quickly.

Lin Jingcheng and Ye Xiuyan watched the two go away, quietly heaved a sigh of relief, turned their heads to meet each other, coughed twice in embarrassment, and looked away.

"Hahaha."

Ye Junlan looked amused, with a playful smile on his face.

"Naron Lan."

Lin Jingcheng took the opportunity to ease the embarrassment: "Do you intend to take the psychic fruit to breed spiritual roots? Embark on the fairy road?"

"Can I?"

Ye Junlan's laughter stopped suddenly, and she subconsciously looked at her sister.

"Brother's body has recovered after three years of recuperation."

Ye Xiuyan originally intended to use this as an opportunity to persuade her eldest brother, and she thought very carefully: "As long as you have a firm mind, you can bear the pain of breeding spiritual roots, reborn, and embark on the journey of immortality."

"really?"

Ye Junlan was overwhelmed with surprise, looked at Lin Jingcheng in disbelief and asked again.

"Believe me."

Lin Jingcheng put his hands on his shoulders and encouraged him in a brotherly way: "You can definitely do it."

"Great."

Ye Junlan's excited eyes were red, as if he had seen the sun through the clouds in the dark night, and saw the dawn of dawn.

"Give me the psychic fruit."

Lin Jingcheng patted his shoulder and got up from the stone bench: "I'm going back to the palace right now, and I'll ask my aunt for the psychic fruit."

"There is no rush to breed spiritual roots."

Ye Junlan's eyes flashed with emotion, he grabbed his arm and stopped him with a smile: "It's late at night, don't go back, if you go back now, won't you disturb His Majesty's rest."

"If I don't leave, I'm afraid that someone will be unhappy."

Lin Jingcheng's expression changed suddenly, showing a pitiful expression, and he glanced at the so-called someone with resentment in his voice: "What if I make her angry and want to hit me again?"