This Big Brother is Inappropriate

　　He pushed open the door and looked.

　　Second Junior Sister Qin Jin's room was dark, and her breath was steady and powerful.

　　Fufu slept in the cattery, laying sideways on the cushion, with a few snack pills beside her mouth.

　　Well, they are all asleep.

　　Walking past the door of the third junior sister's room, he even heard the girl's slight snoring from inside.

　　Sleep peacefully and sweetly.

　　There should be no nightmares.

　　It seems that the life on the mountain these few days has allowed the third sister to gradually come out of the shadow of sadness.

　　Good thing.

　　Qi Tian smiled knowingly.

　　He came to the room where Master Wang Shu was.

　　This room is much larger than the room of their three apprentices, but it is also much deserted.

　　There is no yellow flower mirror of the girl's house, no dresser with curtains.

　　There is only one bed, a futon, a table and chairs made of thousand-year-old wood, and the "Spring Tour in Qingyun" hanging on the wall, which looks very deserted and simple.

　　Qi Tian slowly pushed open the door and entered.

　　"Master."

　　The window is not closed.

　　A cold, lonely moon shone obliquely outside the window.

　　The pale moonlight fell on the petite figure, and there was an unusual sense of loneliness.

　　He felt a little nervous.

　　"You're here..."

　　The white-haired Loli leaning on the beam yawned and beckoned him over.

　　Then, leaned down and stared at him.

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　　Qi Tian was accustomed to the short melon's problem of talking when he climbed high, but he found out that Wang Shu tonight...

　　It seems a little different.

　　On that delicate and perfect little face, there is a strange expression that is very awkward, a strange expression that is ashamed to open his mouth, and it is completely lacking the dashing atmosphere of the past.

　　really?

　　This is probably a fake Wang Shu!

　　"Master, what are your orders?"

　　Wang Shu wandered his eyes, his hands behind his back were twisted together, and his voice was small.

　　"... cook for me."

　　ah?What?

　　Patriarch Bodhi, what's the matter with you?

　　Qi Tian now had to suspect that his ears had heard it wrong.

　　He was even a little suspicious, the white-haired loli in front of him with a twisted face asking him to cook...

　　Afraid of being faked?

　　[Option [-]: Get louder!can not hear!Still want to eat food with such a small voice?Again!Reward: Best Spirit Tool Casting Dao Chixiao Sword]

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　　[Option 1: Euphemistically refuse, eating supper in the middle of the night will make you fat.Reward: Sword Heart Transparency +[-]]

　　[Option 1: I readily agree, don’t call me mom when I’m hungry, call me hungry.Reward: Getaway +[-]]

　　The first option can't find a loophole to drill, and it's pure death.

　　But in [Jianxin Tongming] and [Xiaoyaoyou], Qi Tian chose the latter.

　　Getaway was strengthened once before.

　　He tried it, and the effect was very obvious.

　　The speed of the burst in a short period of time is definitely not slower than that of the divine rune, and it is much more flexible than the divine rune and Yujian. This is used to pull away positions or sneak attacks, which is a divine skill among divine skills.

　　Must be full!

　　the most important is……

　　Wang Shuchu wondered about eating what he made.

　　This shows what?

　　I feel refreshed! !

　　The Taiyin Sword Emperor of the previous life, the future achievements are naturally unlimited.

　　Such a super thick leg, why not hug?Qi Tian was still worried that he could not find a way to get closer to Wang Shu.

　　Unexpectedly, she seems to be very interested in the dishes she cooks.

　　It shows that this cooking skill is not completely worthless.

　　"Master, please wait a moment."

　　He went out and went to the kitchen.

　　Wang Shu was still sitting on the roof beam.

　　With one hand on his chin, Shen Nian followed the eldest disciple.

　　Watching him make a fire in the kitchen to wash vegetables.

　　Look at him in a good mood and busy.

　　Gradually, smoke rose from the kitchen.

　　An indescribable feeling made Wang Shu frown.

　　When Qi Tian put the prepared dishes in front of her, Wang Shu was stunned to find out.

　　What I care about is not the rhythm of these dishes.

　　Nor how delicious they taste...

　　What she cares about is that there are still people willing to cook for themselves in the middle of the night.

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　　Try to save [-] words of manuscripts, and then you can go out for a few days during the summer vacation.thousand.

Chapter 77

　　"what is this?"

　　"This dish is called stuffed green peppers."

　　"What about this way?"

　　"This is called hot and sour fish head pot..."

　　Qi Tian cooked five dishes and introduced them to Wang Shu one by one.

　　When it came to the last main dish embellished with peanuts, he said plainly, "This is a dish I developed by myself. It's called when the moon is there. I even cooked it in the Mid-Autumn Festival last year."

　　When is the moon?

　　Last year, Mid-Autumn Festival?

　　He opened his mouth, Wang Shu didn't know what to say.

　　A hazy mist was steaming up from the dishes just out of the pan in front of her, and across the mist, she quietly looked at Qi Tian's angular cheeks.

　　Suddenly I felt a little strange.

　　Three years ago, she took him up the mountain.

　　Three years ago, he was still a young boy, asking questions along the way, ignorant.

　　"Master, what does this sentence in the Sword Sutra mean?"

　　"Master, this swordsmanship is very difficult, can you demonstrate it a few more times?"

　　"Master... Do you think I'm really a congenital sword body? I feel like I'm not very good at it."

　　"Master, today is Mid-Autumn Festival, I have prepared moon cakes and peanuts..."

　　In a trance.

　　Wang Shu remembered something.

　　She thought of every Mid-Autumn Festival night in the past three years.

　　Qi Tianhui prepared a table of wine and food, prepared round moon cakes, and then looked at the moon alone, muttered to himself, and said something [raise a glass to invite the bright moon].

　　The Mid-Autumn Festival is an annual reunion festival in the mundane world.

　　Because on that day, the bright moon was so round!

　　So complete and perfect, like a big ice tray, symbolizing the reunion between relatives.

　　Every Mid-Autumn Festival, Qi Tian invites her to celebrate the festival together.

　　But Wang Shu is either not in Qingyun, or she shakes her head and refuses indifferently - she is the moon herself, and she has seen the cloudy and sunny rounds countless times, so why should she care?

　　Yeah, why should you care?

　　But now, three years later, she cares again.