As soon as he came into contact with the sun, the muscles in his hands spasmed, and it seemed that he wanted to retract, but he held back, and then raised his hand, looking at the sunlight sprinkled on his fingertips in a distant way, as if he was a little nostalgic and a little enjoyed.

The monk surnamed Qin was not interested in his anomaly at all, seeing that he could run and jump, it should be no big deal, so he didn't pay much attention to it, entered the back room by himself, and closed the door.

Mo Qiqi hugged his arms, watching with great interest.

The monk surnamed Qian first stretched out his hand to test it, and then slowly, still a little trembling all over his body, crawled out, until he crawled outside the door, basking in the sun for several hours, until Jin Wuxi fell to wake up, as if he had been charged, got up neatly, turned around and went back to the house, and when he passed by Mo Qiqi, he glanced at Mo Qiqi carelessly.

Mo Qiqi had a smile on his face, looking very happy, and said to him: "I was worried about something wrong with Daoyou, but now that I see that Daoyou has recovered, I can rest my mind, so I will leave first." ”

The monk surnamed Qian looked back at her, and after looking at her for a while, he nodded blankly, which was a response, and then climbed into bed by himself, and lay down in a daze.

Mo Qiqi showed a subtle expression on his face, and he didn't say anything, turned around and went out, helping him close the door by the way.

After that, the monk surnamed Qian was completely like a different person, and the monk surnamed Qin was very silent, but occasionally a few words could pop out of his mouth. But now he can be said to be as good as the monk surnamed Qin, and he is particularly keen to see that monster, which belongs to the type that runs several times a day.

It has not gone wrong until the half-month period stipulated by the Immortal League for them, and they naturally can't stay in the mine all the time, since there is nothing to do, it is time to go home, and when they go back, they are still riding the flying magic weapon of the monk surnamed Qin, but they have to carry one more white-haired monster than when they came.

There are no waves all the way, it is very calm, the only thing that is a little special is that the white-haired monster who has been humming and struggling endlessly, after seeing the monk surnamed Qian, the two of them stared at each other with big eyes and affection......

There was nothing abnormal until he returned to the Immortal League to hand over the task, after Mo Qiqi handed over the task, he took the moon feng by the way, and saw that the monk surnamed Qian left directly, and reminded him: "It's better for Taoist friends to also get the moon together, and save the time to run again." ”

Brother Qian paused for a moment, turned back and said dryly, "Lingyue." ”

"Okay!" The disciple on duty had a good attitude, and smiled: "Please let the real person show his identity jade slip, and let the juniors make a record." ”

Just when Mo Qiqi was guessing whether he knew what his identity Jade Jian was. The monk surnamed Qian was stunned for a moment, and then began to rummage through the storage bag, and only after a small half of the tea did he turn over the identity jade slip.

With the identity jade jian, the deacon's disciple naturally assigned the moon to him.

He took the moon and walked out, and when he walked to the garden outside the deacon's pavilion, he suddenly stopped, Mo Qiqi swayed over slowly, and asked casually: "Daoyou, do you want to go back to your residence?"

He nodded, didn't speak, and followed behind Mo Qiqi.

When he arrived at his courtyard, he still didn't know anything about following Mo Qiqi to continue walking, Mo Qiqi stopped, pointed to the Furong tree at the gate of his courtyard and said: "When we set off before, the tree in front of the Daoyou Courtyard was still full of buds, and now when I come back, it blooms so well." ”

The monk surnamed Qian stopped at this time, and Mo Qiqi went back to his courtyard directly, and she already had a conclusion in her heart, whether he could stand at the gate of the courtyard and couldn't enter, it was none of Mo Qiqi's business.

The matter has come to this point, as long as he does not affect Mo Qiqi, Mo Qiqi does not have to make enemies, she just doesn't know that she doesn't know that she has a blind eye, and she doesn't have a life-and-death relationship with the monk surnamed Qian, so she doesn't add some unnecessary trouble to herself.

In the days that followed, the monk surnamed Qian lived in a simple place, even more than the monk surnamed Qin, Mo Qiqi lived next to his courtyard, and he didn't see him a few times, mainly Mo Qiqi didn't pay too much attention to him, although he didn't have a task, but he was not a person who had nothing to do every day, where would he keep an eye on his comings and goings?

However, she has been worried in her heart that she doesn't know where the white-haired monster is sacred, so for this matter, she licked her face and ran to the Deacon Pavilion several times, and also found the elder who introduced her to the Immortal League before, but she still didn't come up with an accurate answer.

She pondered, maybe the Xianmeng didn't know exactly what that thing was, and one person might know that she looked at the courtyard of the monk surnamed Qian, but she knew that people didn't look like someone who could solve her puzzles.

But it always hurts to give it a try, she thinks that she is thick enough for such a thing, so she went to knock on the door of the courtyard of the monk surnamed Qian.

knocked on it, no one opened the door, she kept knocking, and he didn't have a person to come and go, and he didn't go out, and there were no ghosts at home, so he kept knocking without opening the door, and he was annoyed to death.

After knocking on half a cup of tea, the door was opened with a creak, and the monk's face was a little stinky, and his voice was dry: "What's the matter?"

Mo Qiqi smiled, without the slightest shame, and said: "Before the mission, Daoyou and I had a good relationship, and there were always contacts on weekdays, but recently I feel that Daoyou is very cold, I don't know what I did wrong, which made Daoyou unhappy? If so, I am here to make amends to Daoyou, and I hope that Daoyou will forgive." ”

The monk's face changed, and he didn't speak, and Mo Qiqi said to himself: "Do you remember the white-haired monster we caught?"

When Timo Qiqi said this, the impatience in his eyes retreated a little, and Mo Qiqi continued to talk nonsense: "I have always been curious about what kind of demon beast it is, and I have been inquiring about it for the past few days, but I heard from the disciples who instructed over there that it doesn't seem to be a good thing, and the elders are discussing how to deal with it." ”

Seeing that her face was becoming more and more difficult to look at, Mo Qiqi said without the slightest look: "Let's go into the house and say, maybe when a disciple of the Immortal League will come out of here, although we are chattering casually, but if someone listens to it, it will not be good." ”