"What do you know about you stinky boy! You ......"

Before the dust and smoke could take the opportunity, Changting put down the rose cake in his hand and hurried to the kitchen, "Wait!" ”

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"What are you doing here?" Dusty asked with a frown.

Changting poured a small spoonful of sugar into her soup bowl, lowered her head and took a sip, and poured another spoonful into it.

Hua Muhan couldn't help frowning and put down the pancake in his hand.

"Add so much, aren't you afraid of being killed?" Dusty and Smoke couldn't help it.

Chang Ting pouted and grinned: "The Lord makes it very delicious, but it's just not sweet enough, it's just right now." It's a pity that you can't add it to the rose cake. Do you want to? This one needs more sugar to taste good! ”

Chenyan hurriedly protected the soup bowl in front of him with his hand, "Why do you love sweets so much?" Like a girl! ”

Chang Ting's hand holding the soup spoon shook, and he hurriedly lowered his head and took two sips, and said vaguely perfunctorily: "Who said that boys can't eat sweet......

"What's the matter with your fingers?" Suddenly, Hua Muhan, who had never spoken, stared at Changting's left hand stretched out to take the rose cake and asked.

Chang Ting let go of his hand, slightly cocked the middle finger of his left hand, and pointed to the ring mark that was slightly lighter than his skin color with his right index finger, "Is the Lord talking about this birthmark?" ”

"Birthmarks?" Chenyan stretched his neck curiously and looked at it carefully, "Yo, your birthmark is really chic, why do you still have patterns?" ”

Changting's eyebrows frowned slightly, her gaze became complicated, and just as she was in a trance, her hand was grabbed.

Her heart pounded and accelerated, especially when the slender, slightly warm fingers gently stroked the annular birthmark, and a strange feeling arose.

It seems to be very familiar, but it is very distant, full of vicissitudes and sourness......

"It's like being strangled by something like a ring, and the edges are regular and rounded, like the weaving of flowers and plants." Hua Muhan was also quite surprised.

Chang Ting didn't look at his fingers, his bright eyes only stared at the focused face.

When she first saw her in Junziyuan yesterday, she felt that this man was familiar, and at this moment, that feeling appeared again, but no matter how she thought about it, she couldn't remember it.

The hand was released, and the familiarity was immediately replaced by a faint sense of loss, and she was completely confused, not knowing what was wrong with her.

"Strange people, even with a birthmark, are different from normal people."

An unintentional word from the dust and smoke fell heavily into her ears.

She lowered her eyes silently, drank the rose soup in the bowl carelessly, and unconsciously fell into deep distress.

This birthmark is what makes her most entangled and fearful.

A year ago, after being infused into this body by a mysterious force, she was stupefied by this birthmark on her finger before she could figure out what she looked like.

When she found a stream in a panic and saw her face clearly, she suddenly fell to the ground, and her whole person was surrounded by unprecedented fear.

This ring-shaped birthmark is not only on this body, but also on that body over there.

She didn't know how many times she had looked at them, and the two birthmarks were exactly the same, exactly the same as when she was twelve years old.

A person is the most familiar with her own body, if it weren't for the twelve years of memories in this body now, she would definitely think that her whole person came here with her body and soul.

She was distressed and couldn't figure out what was going on.

She even thought that perhaps the creator who existed in the underworld had made a mistake and split her soul and body into two, and then divided them into two different places, and later, the one with the stronger mind called the weaker one over......

For a while, the three of them ate breakfast quietly, only when the morning breeze blew gently, blowing off the petals with wet rain.

Changting finally forcibly escaped from the endless contemplation, shook her flexible eyes, and hesitated to ask Hua Muhan, "Lord, I heard that the valley lord is ...... Perennial retreat, huh? ”

Hua Muhan nodded slightly, "In the past six or seven years, he has been in retreat. ”

Six or seven years......

Could it be that it has something to do with what happened back then......

"For so many years, there has been no ...... Did you pass the customs? Chang Ting tried to restrain his trembling voice.

Hua Muhan shook his head lightly, "I only passed the pass once on my birthday the year before last." When you first came to the valley, you didn't know anything, and when you had breakfast, you followed the dust and smoke around. ”

"Hmm......" Chang Ting replied absentmindedly.

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Changting has really become a little follower of dust, and he follows him in the valley every day.

Although Dust and Smoke is very cruel to her on the surface, she always supports her to do here and there, and plucks her ears from time to time, but as soon as she comes out of the flower garden, or in front of others, she will be very protective of her.

This made Chang Ting's impression of him change greatly, although he was still arguing with him on the surface, he liked this somewhat feminine little backer more and more in his heart.

Because of the support of Hua Muhan, the lord behind him, the disciples in the valley, whether they are under the seat of the valley lord or the master of the Sword Pavilion Pavilion, are all respectful to the dust and smoke, which makes Chang Ting also taste the power of the fox and the tiger.

Hua Zhu would come to the flower garden every two or three days, and Changting could see that she liked Hua Muhan very much, but Hua Muhan didn't mean anything to her. Every time she came, Changting either hid far away, or followed Chenyan, so that she just wanted to find fault and be angry, and she couldn't do it.

The valley lord was in retreat, and no one was allowed to enter Sanssouci except for his henchmen and disciples, his wife Xuan Ji, and daughter Hua Zhu, which made Chang Ting extremely annoyed. A few times, she wanted to sneak in at night, but when she thought that she couldn't bear it, she had to endure it again.

Chenyan wanted to take her to the lotus pond where Xuanji's mother and daughter lived several times to see the lotus, but she found all kinds of excuses to shirk it. Chenyan thought that she hated Hua Zhu because of it, so she didn't mention it anymore.

After seven or eight days passed, Changting found that in addition to Huazhu's uninvited guest, the most frequent one in the flower garden was the Sword Pavilion Master Sui Changqing.

The old man is of medium stature, with a dark complexion, and his eyes are bright, revealing such majesty and integrity, and he is not smiling. Chang Ting secretly speculated that his martial arts attainments must be extremely high, and later, it was confirmed in the dust and smoke, and sure enough, he was higher than the valley master.

Changting also heard Hua Muhan call him senior brother, and after Chenyan explained, she learned that it turned out that Sui Changqing and Hua Yang were both Duguyi's personal disciples, because Hua Muhan was Duguyi's righteous son, so she called them senior brother.