Xuanhuan: the Way of Heaven Revolves Around Me

　　It's all done.

　　When Fang Mingjing was about to leave, there was a cringing voice next to him, who suddenly said to him: "Wait...Xi, Mingjing? Can you...send me back too?"

　　It was a seemingly uncharacteristic otaku.

　　Fang Mingjing was a little surprised when he saw him: "Is it you?"

　　"That's right, it's me, Yucheng..."

　 　He looked a little embarrassed.

　　This is exactly the same nerd who participated in the same novice trial as Fang Mingjing. Like that Shu Ruizhi, he firmly embraced the thigh of the senior samsara... At the end of the Holy Grail War, because of the reason that he never saw this guy, Fang Mingjing thought he died early, but he didn't expect him to be alive.

　　Maybe it was at the last moment that he was transferred to a place by the senior to hide, or he found a place to hide privately...

　　But none of these Fang Mingjing were interested. He looked at the other party's Qi Ai's appearance and just smiled:

　　"Bye-Bye."

　　After saying that, he disappeared together with the gap.

　　Leaving Yucheng frozen in place with a face full of apprehension and anticipation. .

Chapter 488

　　Holy Land, Shishui Peak

　　When I came back here, I found that it was already autumn.

　　Early autumn.

　　The orange tree that was planted on the edge of the pavilion two years ago has been full of fruit this year. When looking up, even if the green leaves are gradually turning yellow under the autumn wind, what catches the eye is the thriving orange color. fruit.

　　The harvest season has not yet come to an end, and no one will feel depressed at this moment.

　　"auntie"

　　"Ok?"

　　"Auntie..."

　　"what happened?"

　　Gu Shiyun looked at the child in her arms amusingly.

　　Fang Mingjing was sitting on her lap at this time, her sharp eyes were wide open, and then she just looked here, as if she really wanted to say something.

　　"What happened to Jing'er? Could it be that you had a nightmare during your lunch break?"

　　"no."

　　"Then what happened?"

　　Gu Shiyun's voice became very gentle.

　　It was a thin, very pleasant sound.

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　　And when he said this, the beautiful woman also kept looking at him. On that overly beautiful face, Fang Mingjing saw a motherly tender expression.

　　then,

　　"...I'm thinking about my aunt, I've been thinking about it all the time."

　　So coquettish.

　　Because he said what he wanted to say, the little saint seemed to relax, and then the cute smiling face appeared again.

　　Hehe hehe

　　Gu Shiyun stroked the back of his head.

　　Seeing her own child who was happier than anyone else at this time, she couldn't help but smile, and at the same time she probably realized why he was like this.

　　Mirror is a child who tends to feel lonely...

　　During the period of cultivation alone in the quiet room, I must have been a little uneasy because I had never been able to see my aunt?

　　"A clingy child..." Although he said so, his tone was full of doting.

　　"Hey, Ding Jing, am I being clingy?"

　　"Yes."

　　"Liar...I can't stick to it."

　　She pressed her small face into Gu Shiyun's arms, but it didn't stick to it at all.

　　The beautiful woman couldn't help being amused.

　　It seems that as long as this child is around, she is always very easily affected by emotions, and becomes happy and satisfied because of his little things.

　　I really want to hug him more.

　　Gu Shiyun thought so in the bottom of her heart.

　　It's like I always feel that this is not enough, I always want to touch him more, say I love you more to him, and touch him with my lips more...

　　That would be wonderful.

　　"What is Auntie thinking?"

　　"What do you want for dinner tonight?"

　　"I want to eat meat."

　　"Okay, then eat meat."

　　"I should be able to eat a lot today."

　　"In this case, let Qing He prepare more at that time."

　　Saying that, Gu Shiyun couldn't help but hug him up a bit.

　　Feeling the faint scent of milk lingering on him, this made the beautiful woman's eyebrows reveal a touch of joy...

　　Jinger's retreat this time has been really long.

　　The atmosphere was quiet for a moment in a warm atmosphere.

　　The autumn wind is very cool.

　　Looking at the fruit swaying gently on the orange tree not far away, Fang Mingjing felt a little greedy, but her aunt just said that it is still a little sour.

　　Then wait two more days...

　　Fang Mingjing was a little fascinated when he watched the cat and the squirrel chasing each other on the tree.

　　Slowly from the afternoon to the evening, and soon it was night, and then it was almost time for dinner.

　　Entering the room, Liu Shimei took the little saint from his aunt.

　　"Grandma~"

　　"Well... Aijia's cute little lion~"

　　The empress dowager's charming and charming face was full of doting. She leaned closer to him, smiling lightly, Fang Lan's exhalation in her moist red lips seemed to be on the tip of Fang Mingjing's nose.

　　"Isn't the little tiger here last time?"

　　"Do you remember them all for Aijia?"

　　"Yes~" Fang Mingjing was full of joy.

　　"Every time the mirror comes out of the quiet room, the mother is always so overjoyed." Gu Shiyun smiled.

　　"...Of course, who asked Jing'er to hold Ai Jia's heart tightly."

　　Liu Shimei held his small hands and took a seat at the table with Gu Shiyun.

　　What we want to eat for dinner is hot pot. At this moment, Qing He has already prepared everything.

　　The boiling pot on the table was bubbling hot, and the milky white soup inside was boiling with the fragrance of beef bones and radishes simmered for a long time.

　　In addition, a small pot of wine is also prepared.

　　Although Fang Mingjing doesn't drink this thing, he doesn't hate Gu Shiyun or Liu Shimei drinking it... Especially every time Liu Shimei gets a little drunk, he will be more open when he loves him.

　　"Do you want to drink some soup first?"

　　"Later, now I want to eat meat first."

　　"Then Aijia feed you... Qing He, hurry up and sit down."

　　"Yes."

　　There are two kinds of meat that are used for hot pot, beef and venison. To be honest, Fang Mingjing is not used to eating the latter, so the beef is basically prepared for him.

　　The beautiful woman picked up the chopsticks with her slender hands as white as jade, dipped the hot meat in water, and after blowing the heat lightly, she put on a spoon and fed it to his mouth.

　　...Although he can do it himself, Fang Mingjing is completely accustomed to this kind of scene since being doted on.

　　"How about it?"

　　"this is delicious."

　　Probably because of his delicate teeth, the meat prepared for Little Saint Son has always been taken from beef tenderloin, which is the tenderest piece of meat, and contains almost no fat.

　　The beef tenderloin is only a relatively small piece in the whole cow. Even if Fang Mingjing's appetite is not large, he does not know how many cows the meat will be taken from after a meal. .

Chapter 489

　　next day

　　Fang Mingjing got up early in the early morning.

　　The air outside is good.

　　The freshness of the autumn morning is filled with a faint spiritual mist, and the orange-red Zhishui Peak in the morning light is a little hazy with the autumn rain. The square mirror in white clothes stands quietly in the yard. There was a touch of sacredness on his face.