Fan Chen's brows furrowed slightly, interrupted by this sudden kneeling, his eyebrows lowered, he looked at his husband trembling a little, and gently pursed his lips and said, "Get up!"

The first time she saw her husband in Taibai, she felt that he was not bad, although he was a little fierce, but his heart was still very kind, and he was not disgusted at all.

Jifu slowly straightened up, looked up at Fan Chen, and there was a big question mark between his eyebrows.

Why is this proud god so familiar, he seems to have seen it somewhere.

His head began to reminisce deeply, his eyes widened, and he remembered that he had a person who claimed to be a disciple of Nixian Mountain who had come here a thousand or hundreds of years ago, and he imagined it very much with her.

He opened his mouth slightly and asked in a low voice, "Are you the disciple of Nixian Mountain who came here a thousand or hundreds of years ago?"

Fan Chen smiled faintly. "Yes, it's me. ”

Her husband's face changed suddenly, it was really her, scratching his head, isn't this a disciple of Nixian Mountain?

"It's... Why is that? Didn't you say it was a disciple of Nixian Mountain?"

"It used to be. Fan Chen replied casually, his hands casually turned to his back, and continued coldly.

"Get up!"

Spare his husband and walk straight up and continue to transform.

Jifu was stunned, and his mind was still thinking about the fact that Fan Chen was a disciple of this Nixian Mountain.

For more than a thousand years, he has been nesting in Taibai here, never leaving, and knows very little about the heavenly realm and the divine realm, and because he can't make sycophants, he doesn't have a very good relationship with other immortals, so no one comes here to visit him and chat with him, naturally, he knows very little about the outside world. So, I have never heard of this mortal thing.

The head of this tendon thought to himself, how could this Yu Ao be a disciple of Ni Xian Mountain, and what happened to this disciple of Ni Xian Mountain, Yu Ao thought that his head was about to explode, and he still couldn't figure it out.

"Can't figure it out, I'll tell you. The eyes of his heart floated past him like a ghost, and his husband stared at him in fright, and he tilted his head to look down at the mouse beneath him.

"You're a youkai, how could you follow her?" he muttered.

Xinyan clasped his hands in front of him and swept his right foot. "I'm a demon, but I'm a good demon, and I'm also this proud little one... Cutie. ”

Her husband pursed his lips in disgust. "Are you still cute? You are called the master of the Yu Emperor, have you been following the Yu Emperor?"

The unhappy hands crossed his hips and glared at his husband. "What's wrong with the little cutie? We Zi Ling are big cuties, and I'm little cuties. ”

My husband squinted helplessly. "Who is the Purple Spirit?"

"Purple civet, don't you know? It's famous. He asked his husband disdainfully, feeling that he was really a little lonely.

His husband looked serious and squinted. "Of course I know the purple civet. ”

Heart-eyed chin raised. "Hmph! If you want to know the story of Emperor Yu, just listen to me. ”

After following Ziling for a long time, he learned his tsundere, coughed twice, and began to tell stories.

On the other side, Fan Chen had almost rebuilt this palace, and stood in the open space under the main hall with satisfaction.

"You come out and see, like it or not. She said softly, and a purple light floated out of her chest, forming a perfect arc in the air, and finally drifted onto her shoulder.

The purple light flashed, and the purple spirit conjured up its true body on the shoulder of mortal dust.

The big purple eyes became much more energetic, and the corners of his mouth raised as he looked at the rejuvenated hall in front of him. "Satisfied, it's so good-looking. ”

At this moment, Shen Tu Rin Ye also came.

Zi Ling glanced sideways and whispered to Fan Chen, "I'm in the house." ”

jumped up, almost didn't stand firm, frightened Fan Chen's face changed sharply, and just as he wanted to help, it walked towards the house where Fan Chen lived before.

Fan Chen slowly turned around and looked at Rin Ye standing a few feet away from him, wearing white clothes and melting with the snow, even the white skin was as white as snow, clean, and the long dark hair was tied up at will and fluttered in the wind.

Fan Chen pursed his mouth, and the corners of his mouth raised a beautiful arc.

Pushing open the dilapidated thatched hut, a familiar smell greeted you.

Rin Ye's deep eyes glowed with a charming luster, this thatched hut contains the memories of his grandfather and the memories of mortals, this is his most precious place, and it is also his favorite place.

He turned around and looked at Fan Chen gently.

Fan Chen took a step forward, and he stretched out his right hand.

Fanchen is like a well-behaved cat reaching out to hold the slender and warm hand of the night, and the warmth flowing from his fingertips instantly flows all over his body.

The two slowly walked into the dark hut.

"Go down to the gods to meet the gods of the night, and to meet the gods of feather pride. His husband's voice came from the doorway, and the two turned to look, only to see him leaning over and standing outside the door.

"Please. Rin Ya replied peacefully.

The husband straightened up respectfully, and his face was very peaceful.

His eyes slowly raised, and suddenly, he stared, and looked straight at Rin Ye and Fan Chen's hands holding together, so embarrassed that he smiled, and hurriedly pointed outside.

"Fairy... Fairy immediately... Go and prepare something to eat. With that, he ran away.

Fanchen and Rin Ye glanced at each other, but they didn't understand this husband at all.

Rin Ye let go of her right hand and walked straight to the window, reaching out and gently pushing, the moonlight crept in through the window, and the whole room instantly brightened. Only then did Fan Chen realize that nothing had changed.

The furnishings on the table and the furnishings in the room are exactly the same when they left.

She walked towards the wooden table, knelt down slowly, and stretched out her right hand to touch the table. Because of the immortal magic cast in the night, there is no dust in the house, and it is very clean.

"Guza, did you take all of them to Nixian Mountain?" Fan Chen saw that the table and the cabinet next to him were empty, so he thought that he should have brought them all back.

Rin Ye nodded gently. "I'll go and get them all back tomorrow. ”

Fan Chen smiled slightly, holding the familiar black porcelain teapot on the table with both hands, and smiled with crooked eyes. "It's still the same as before, the tentacles are warm. ”

Rin Ye nodded, he didn't think about anything at the moment, he didn't care, he felt happy when he looked at Fanchen.

Flicking his sleeves, he walked to Fan Chen's side, sat down cross-legged on the mat cushion elegantly, stretched out his hands and gently held Fan Chen's hands holding the teapot.

"It's really tentacles. He whispered, his voice very emotional.

Fan Chen smiled sweetly, raised his eyes sideways, and looked at Rin Ye's handsome face so close to him, the calm, perfect, indifferent, and arrogant face made people unable to take their eyes off, and just wanted to stare at it all the time.

She felt like a dream, closed her eyes and lifted her chin.

He took a sip on Rin Ye's fair face.

Rin Ye's body couldn't help but tremble, and those charming eyes looked at Fan Chen. He had never been like this before, and he felt happier than ever.

Let go of his hands, pick up Fanchen's little head melon with his right hand, gently bury his little head in his chest, pampered his forehead, and kiss Fanchen's forehead gently.

Just leaning together quietly, any words are superfluous.

The bright moonlight shone in through the window, and everything in the hut looked exceptionally quiet and cold, but the two of them were indeed so warm and sweet.