Yuanshen, as a mortal, I cannot accompany you to the end

He found it very strange——Qing Nuoyan's back was facing Ying, so seeing the expression on her face at this time——the reason why he felt strange was why Ying would go back on her word, obviously she said it herself.

Sure enough, she just didn't want to give money!

"You..." Ying was choked, she bit her thin lips lightly, anxious and annoyed, but there was nothing she could do with this guy, after all, she said it herself, so she had to continue to say:

"Oh, what I'm afraid of is that you won't be able to hold on."

"You are a bit heavy."

Qing Nuoyan seriously agreed, he adjusted his breathing, the innate condition of this body is actually very good, the heart is powerfully supplying blood, it is more than enough to carry a baby up the mountain.

"But I'm fine."

asshole.

Asshole asshole.

The ears were slightly red, and the fair cheeks were also stained with a faint blush. Ying buried her face on Qing Nuoyan's shoulder, whimpering like a small animal, "...whatever you want."

"That's good." Qing Nuoyan was very happy. He didn't have the habit of being in debt. This time, he was able to clear it all at once. Of course, he should be happy.

Ying, who was usually noisy, rarely stopped talking.

So the world fell silent.

The warm spring light gently swayed the boys and girls, and the swaying clouds revealed the color of silk and satin. The layers of forests were dyed, and the maple leaves rubbed against each other, making a rustling sound. Speaking, the mountains and forests are quiet and clean, and the sun has dyed this period of time yellow.

"When you still want to travel with me to other places." Ying suddenly said.

"...why?"

"No reason." Ying stuck out her tongue willfully, "Yes. That's all."

She leaned on Qing Ye's shoulders, and put a wreath on Qing Nuoyan's head. The small pale flowers exuded a slight fragrance. The wreath was very simple, and the flowers were connected together with the branches of dogtail grass.

It turned out that she didn't speak for a long time, but she was weaving a garland.

"Miss Qingnuo Yanhua." She proudly announced: "From now on, I will weave a wreath for you every day. As a reward, you will travel with me in the future!"

"...How can there be such a strong buy and sell." Qing Nuoyan showed a helpless smile, he was always helpless with this girl.

"There is." Ying smiled in the spring light, baring her teeth and claws, "My prince Ying is a robber! Wow, girl Qingnuo Yanhua, hurry to Missi Missi!"

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"Two."

Miss Shen He, who had been walking in front silently, suddenly stopped.

She turned her head slightly, there was no extra emotion in her cold eyes, and said calmly:

"Walk a few more steps, and you two will arrive at the place you want to go... The front is the important place of the Xian family, please be quiet, don't make any noise, so as not to disturb the cleanliness of the Xian family."

It's finally come to an end.

The view from the top of the mountain is very good.

Half of Juyunjian can be seen in the eyes, and you can see Guanghualin when you look west. Aozang Mountain is adjacent to Qingyunding. The clear mountain wind from the mountains gently blows your cheeks. There is a blue lake in the center of the mountain. , shallow waves reflect the crimson clouds.

In the center of the lake, you can see a seat, a stone table, and four stools, but it seems that no one has patronized it for a long time, and the weeds are overgrown, and the moss has formed layer after layer.

Who's standing there...?

She stands in the middle of the lake.

Qing Nuoyan gazed at it.

It was a girl.

Is this...horns?

The light blue soft long hair is bundled into a ponytail and hangs down on the lake, with small corners buried in the hair. The white cheongsam has bright golden borders, white sleeves on both hands, and slender legs wrapped in black in pantyhose.

The mountain breeze blew slightly, and ripples spread out from the lake surface, gathering at the girl's toes.

The girl stared at those stone benches, seemingly in a daze.

The color of her eyes is pale golden, and there is a certain emotion flickering in the eyes, the spring light covers the eyes, like a lake with a sunset, the lightly flickering... what is that?

Qing Nuoyan didn't know.

Just feel a little sad.

It looked like a deer in the forest.

Seemingly aware of the sight from this side, the girl turned her head, and the eyes of the two just collided.

Now Qing Nuoyan could see those eyes clearly, the color was as beautiful as amber, but it was also frozen like amber.

He was watching the girl in the middle of the lake, and the girl was watching him.

Gan Yu frowned slightly.

The uninvited guest looked very young, his clean side face was dripping with sweat, his chest was slowly heaving and breathing, the boy seemed to be carrying someone behind his back...

A girl with blond hair was lying on his back, her slender wrists wrapped around the boy's neck from behind, hanging naturally in front of the boy's chest, and her delicate chin rested on the boy's shoulder.

They looked, it seemed, very intimate.

Gan Yu is a unicorn who talks about etiquette, she frowned, she just felt that doing such a thing in front of Master's Immortal Mansion... might be a bit indecent.

indecent.

In other words, disrespecting the immortal master.

She thinks so.

Ying also noticed Gan Yu on the lake, she glanced at Gan Yu and then at Qing Nuoyan, feeling angry and vigilant: what are these two flirting with each other!

She rubbed her cheek against the boy's soft hair like a demonstration, sticking out her tongue provocatively at Gan Yu like a kitten marking its territory.

...how come it got worse.

She sighed helplessly, anyway, it has nothing to do with her, why worry about these things.

This had nothing to do with Gan Yu.

Why should you care?she does not know.

Today, she returned to Aozang Mountain after a long absence. After visiting Master, she returned to this lake involuntarily. It was quite inexplicable... She stared at the stone bench for a long time.

But that was just a stone bench.

A stone bench that has been abandoned for a long time and no one cares about.

There are four stone benches in total, the Rock King, the Master, the Demon God of Dust, and the person she will never mention again, or in other words, the person she hates,

That person always likes to put food on the stone bench, tofu soup... yes, it is called emerald tofu soup in the market.

He said that although Shizun said it with disdain, it was called 'tsundere', an inexplicable word, and he said that if he put it here, it would disappear tomorrow, and Shizun would always come to eat it.

True, it always disappeared the next day, but sometimes she stole it and ate it.

Gan Yu still remembers the taste. The hot tofu is soft and tender, and the vegetable leaves are boiled into the soup. There are no extra seasonings, just the original fragrance of the ingredients.

But the taste in this memory is also blurred, because Gan Yu has never eaten 'Emerald Tofu Soup' again.

No one came to 'offer' to let her steal it.

She was thinking about these inexplicable things until two unexpected guests interrupted her trance.

"Is it Senior Sister Gan Yu?"

Apparently, Shen He recognized Gan Yu's identity, she said: "It turns out that senior sister has arrived..."

Gan Yu smiled and nodded at Shen He, "Hi, I'm Gan Yu."

Shen He was a little bit ashamed, and although she was still expressionless, she explained calmly: "Master, I was the one who asked me to welcome Senior Sister... However, because of meeting these two, Shen He was delayed a little... "

"It's harmless. I've already met Master."

Gan Yu has a docile temperament, she comforts Shen He in turn:

"It's getting late, Liyue still has business to do, so she has to leave first. In the future, if Junior Sister comes to Liyue, come and see me."

She is a workaholic.

It's getting late indeed, the sun is setting, and the rays of the sun are slanting across the hills.

As she said this, she stepped on the ripples, landed on the shore, passed by Qing Nuoyan, and left.

"Idiot, do what you should do." Ying pulled Qing Nuoyan's cheek, "Aren't you going to offer a tribute?"

offer...?

Gan Yu's back paused, and she subconsciously turned her face to the side.

"Got it, got it."

Qing Nuoyan put Ying down. Seeing that the stone bench was messy and day lilies were overgrown, he tore away the weeds to make a space, put the food box on it, and took out the food inside.

Along the way, he kept using the ore of the fire element to keep the outer layer of the food box warm, so after the food box was opened, the inside was still steaming, and a thin layer of water vapor evaporated.

The food box on the first layer contained 'Emerald Pearl White Jade Soup', and Qing Nuoyan brought it out first.

Fragrant.

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ps: Wow, you guys are going too far!A whole thousand floors!Not trash, not trash, not trash, no trash, no trash, no trash.

Volume 80: Chapter [-] "Who disturbs my purity in the mountains?"

"Hey, hello..."

What voice is calling Fu She.

It was a very soft voice, as light as little grains of salt flying under the summer sun.

The waves covered the beach, and after the tide ebbed, the sea water evaporated away, and the fine sea salt remained on the beach, shining with golden sunlight—this gave the floating house such an impression.

"Wake up." The owner of the voice said gently, "Wake up."

"Don't go to sleep."

Fu She slowly opened her eyes, the oncoming, first was the dazzling sunlight, the orange sunlight spread in large chunks on the field, the person was against the sunlight, so people couldn't see her face clearly.

The pure white skirt is transparent and light.

The touch of the back of the head was very soft, like a pillow on the soft sand, Fu She found himself on the girl's lap,

Fushe paused for a moment, and in the next second, the overwhelming roar of the demon god resounded in the depths of his soul.

The monstrous karma surged in his eyes, his eyes were crazy and violent, he gritted his teeth, trying his best to suppress the throbbing feeling deep in his soul.

pain....

An almost numb pain came from the wrist, Fu She subconsciously raised her hand, a deep red almost black cross wound was deeply imprinted on the pulse, because the blood was almost gone, the surrounding skin turned dead white .

[Remaining Lifespan: [-] days]

This wound was made by myself.

Fu She remembered, he had bled himself just...maybe a long time ago.

Because the tyrannical evil thoughts could not be suppressed at that time, moderate bloodletting can lower the mind and make the body weaker, which is conducive to suppressing the violent emotions.

He often does this, but this time, it seems that the car has overturned.

"You strong..." The girl who helped him also stared at the wound on his wrist, she paused, and smiled, "Are all the exercise methods so perverted?"

"You are...?"

His head was in a trance, Fu She couldn't remember who the person in front of him was.

"Eh...?"

The girl exaggeratedly showed a sad expression, she pretended to be angry and said: "Hey... Hey, we should have met. At least once."

"Sorry. I don't remember very well."

"Well, it was more than 200 years ago...Hint, the battle of the demon gods."