She was stunned, and the tears on her face were also condensed there, as if she didn't understand his words, she was at a loss, and said: "But, that's your senior brother, that's your master, and the brothers and sisters are okay, but that's your master, my father treats you well."

"So I saved your life." Demon Yan interrupted her and said.

Lu Yao's whole person was stunned, as if she had been slapped on the head, this kind of stunned was no less than the shock when she knew that she had been sold to Qinglou, she seemed to not know him, the person in front of her was so strange that she didn't dare to recognize it.

"You, are you really immortal," she asked.

Mo Yan poured a cup of tea, didn't answer, didn't even look at her.

Lu Yao looked at the person in front of her in a daze, and suddenly understood, she should have understood the truth that people go to tea and cool, in the past, when her father was still there, when she still had status in the Immortal Gate, he ignored her, he never put her in his eyes, and now that she is in trouble, he will not put her in his eyes.

It's just that this discomfort in my heart is even more uncomfortable than the day my father disappeared.

Just because she once loved him, she once put him in her heart.

In an instant, she seemed to have finally grown up, and even the last trace of innocence disappeared, she stood up, bowed to Demon Yan in a proper manner, lowered her eyes quietly, and said: "Thank you for saving your life, your kindness, Lu Yao will repay it in the future." As she spoke, she took out a sachet from her bosom, on which was crookedly embroidered a lotus flower, which she had embroidered for her elder brother, and had originally thought of giving it to him at the lantern fair, and to give her best thoughts to her favorite person under the most beautiful scenery.

Now it seems that this sachet can no longer be delivered.

She looked up at him, the corners of her mouth pulled up a dry smile, and said: "This sachet was originally intended to be given to you, in the past, my father and mother were used to me, I am not as good as people in fist and foot skills, and I am not as good as people in needlework, and the things embroidered are not worthy of adults, but now, the most valuable thing in my body is this sachet, the life-saving grace of adults, I can't repay it, this sachet, please see the adults laugh." She stepped forward and gently placed the sachet on the edge of the table, looking cautious.

"Goodbye, sir." She bowed and turned to leave.

When she left, Mo Yan's eyes fell on the sachet, Qiqiao was extremely unhappy when he saw this, not because of Lu Yao's nonsense, but because of Mo Yan's gaze, he was looking at the sachet, and he cared about Lu Yao.

Qiqiao stepped forward to pick up the sachet, sneered and said: "Such an ugly thing, wearing the identity of an adult who is not afraid of humiliation, or I will put it away for the adult, another day, I will embroider a better one for the adult." She smiled flatteringly.

Mo Yan frowned, he was tired of Qiqiao's scheming appearance, and said in a deep voice: "Put it down." ”

Qiqiao is good at observing words and feelings, and when he saw this, he immediately put down the sachet and retreated obediently, saying, "The slave is wrong, I'm sorry." ”

Mo Yan put the sachet into his sleeve expressionlessly and said, "Go down." ”

The tangram saluted and turned away.

Lu Yao is different from Qiqiao, in the past, she was the eldest lady of the Changshengmen, although she was arrogant on weekdays, but her heart was good, she was simple, as simple as a blank piece of paper, believing in what she believed, even if she hit her head and bleed, she was unswerving.

Such a person is so simple that he almost becomes a fool.

(Markor Literature-)