Qi Yue didn't know what to do, so he left or followed Tang Chuan. 【Fengyun Reading Network. 】

It wasn't until she ate Yanjing's famous roast duck that she found that she had no choice but to accept Tang Chuan's kindness and go home with him.

I gladly accepted the unexpected, but I was still confused and didn't know how to choose.

Qi Yue decided to make a tease, well, a quiet tease. Even if there is a flood tomorrow, what about it?

It's still the red Ferrari, the car that can cause a sensation in a small city, but at the moment it is quietly parked in the underground parking station, which is no different from the luxury car next to it.

Different from the quiet when he came, Qi Yue, who got on the Ferrari again, was like a little sparrow chirping, cheering and talking.

Even the Y, ice and snow of the road were also dispelled by her enthusiasm, and replaced by her not very perfect, but longing hometown.

Before going to Qingcheng with Bian Yuer, before the common campus years, she was on the border of the grassland and the Gobi. There are no celebrity anecdotes, only strange people, legends from ancient times, the sword fairy who is high above, and the Ao dog who devours heaven and earth.

Ordinary people thought it was a joke, but Tang Chuan was yearning, and after casually asking Qi Yue's hometown, he smiled rarely.

Galloping in the dark night, Qi Yue just looked at Tang Chuan's focused face, and didn't feel that he should blush at all.

She thought: it would be a good idea if time forbid, a comfortable leather chair, a lover's face, everything is so beautiful.

The time of concentration is not valuable, Tang Chuan's time flies quickly, and Qi Yue's time passes quickly.

Get out of the car and follow Tang Chuan, watching him throw his trench coat casually to the door and change into slippers.

"It's yours, see if it fits." Tang Chuan leaned over and picked out a pair of turquoise slippers, which were about the same as Qi Yue's feet, about 36 yards.

"You can take off your coat if you want, it's warm here."

As soon as the words landed, Qi Yue's ruddy face was hotter than just now, and she was sincerely afraid to change her shoes.

Seeing Tang Chuan walk into the spacious and comfortable living room without stopping, Qi Yue gritted his teeth and took off his thick coat, revealing a pink sweater with Pikachu.

"Sit casually." Tang Chuan took care of himself and made himself a cup of tea, which was a habit for no reason. When he was still in the Great Domain, he often made a cup of tea and sat for a day. was said by the eldest mother, and you are a normal person on this day.

He didn't know what this sentence meant, and he never delved into it, but when he jumped out, he sighed.

"Yes, okay."

Without looking back, Tang Chuan could think of how Qi Yue was timidly fidgeting.

"What are you going to do?" Tang Chuan tried to ease her tension, guessing her answer in the next second.

Tang Chuan whispered to himself: "It's the same as me"

Qi Yue didn't know if he heard it, he just said, "Just like you"

Tang Chuan: "...... Tea? May I? ”

Qi Yue: "No problem, our people there like to drink tea." ”

Tang Chuan asked, "What about you?" ”

Qi Yue was late, if she was like others, she wouldn't be here at this moment.

She affirmed: "A cup of tea"

Soon, Tang Chuan made the tea, as simple as usual.

It is said that kung fu tea can cultivate one's self and self-cultivation, and it is also relatively qualified. In fact, just like that, between the high-end and the tea house, it is probably a good promotion.

"Sit!" Tang Chuan repeated, lying comfortably on the sofa, casually Qi Yue envious.

"Thank you," she said, opening her mouth and popping out the words.

Tang Chuan raised his eyebrows and smiled: "If you treat me as your friend, don't say this word." ”

He has always been true to people who are not a threat to him, especially women.

Qi Yue is not gentle or smart enough, Tang Chuan has been searching for a long time but has not been able to find her advantages. Well, the advantages on the surface, even a little.

Qi Yue looked at Tang Chuan with tears in his eyes: "What are you looking at?" ”

Retracting his gaze, Tang Chuan pretended to make a gesture, forgetting what he had just thought. Directly evaluating a person who is not familiar with her, trying to find her merits, is a bit mean.

Qi Yue pursed her lips and smiled, not nervous.

After chatting for a while, talking about interesting things about Qingcheng, it was not boring, nor was it eager.

Time flew by, and the sleepiness that Qi Yue endured fell in Tang Chuan's eyes.

"Alright, it's time to sleep." Tang Chuan got up and said lazily.

Qi Yue shook his head, nodded again, and asked, "Where do I sleep?" ”

"Upstairs." Tang Chuan took the first step, letting Qi Yue follow behind him and walked towards the room on the second floor.

It was only now that Qi Yue was looking at Tang Chuan's "home" seriously.

She knows that Qingcheng has high housing prices, and she also knows that Yanjing, as the capital, has higher housing prices. To be able to own such a villa in Yanjing, where every inch of land is valuable, it seems that the decoration and Ferrari inside are not enough.

The large living room, without luxurious decorations, without hordes of servants, even the tea and fireplace were all firewood that Tang Chuan added himself.

Everything made Qi Yue feel unreal, maybe everything would disappear in the next second.

Sigh lightly, how can these things have anything to do with you?

The hand caressed gently, and unlike the warm air, the cold wooden handrails had their own way to prove that winter did exist.

"You're alone in such a big house?" She couldn't help but ask this inappropriate question, a bit like *gong. After finishing speaking, she regretted it, and at the same time she looked at the tall back under the light of Tang Chuan, and was a little obsessed.

Tang Chuan stopped, turned around and explained seriously: "Nuoda's house, I am indeed the only one who lives in it, they are all in Qingcheng now, maybe I will have to go to Qingcheng to find them in a few days." ”

Qi Yue thought about it and sighed, this should be Tang Chuan's unambiguous refusal, right?

"Okay, thank you for your hospitality, I'm still waiting for you to take me to Yanjing tomorrow." She smiled suddenly, happily not looking like a fake, which made Tang Chuan puzzled and relieved at the same time.

Tang Chuan has always had nothing special about women, and even his harem in the mouth of others, he is a little inexplicable.

Zhou Xiaonuo, he really likes it; Qin Yun is difficult to give up after teasing; Poor Mu Yuqing, he is probably the most emotionless one, not as good as Chu Linghan, the poor beauty president, after all, the body and mind are connected, tearing off the disguise of appearance, Chu Linghan's remaining heart still has love in it; plus one Lin Ruixue, no more, no less five girls. Well, he's already excluded a lot of ambiguous girls.

Although Lin Ruixue mentioned many times that if she wanted to eat her, she had to eat her sister first, such a request really made Tang Chuan a little unappetizing, not because of Lin Xuewei's own reasons, but because of Tang Chuan's stubbornness.

Sent Qi Yue into the room and lay on his wide bed, Tang Chuan lay blankly.

Until dawn.

Early the next morning, Qi Yue lay on the bed, looking at the pink ceiling and was a little stunned.

It is a feminine room that is usually used by Karakawa to entertain girls. However, Qi Yue was the first person to stay in this room.

Before that, Zhou Xiaonuo and the others lived in their own rooms, and they were also one of the hostesses here.

Zhou Xiaonuo refused to prepare this room at first, she was not sure that Tang Chuan would not steal it and not eat the girls who lived in it. Tang Chuan could only warn Tang Chuan in a stern tone pretending to be angry.

Pushing the big fluffy bear away, her gaze lingered for less than a second before she was away, which was what she wanted most as a child.

Tang Chuan already likes to lie in bed and cultivate, he is not a rigorous monk, nor is he a pure Taoist, just a cultivator.

In the past, he could calm down and meditate on the futon all day, but now he can't, and he has a more comfortable way.

All night, he was dealing with the little pot, the quaint body of the pot was written with unknown words, Tang Chuan studied it carefully, and he couldn't get the answer he wanted with his divine sense.

The cultivation realm has its own system, and the better magic weapons have their own souls, and they also give a relatively large number of magic weapons their own exclusive names, that is, spiritual weapons.

It is said that in ancient times, there were powerful cultivators who used magic weapons to prolong their lives, and lived and died with magic weapons.

In this regard, Tang Chuan scoffed more, the strength of the real powerhouses in the ancient cultivation realm is not comparable to the current cultivators, the same longevity of heaven and earth is a small meaning, more powerhouses have been able to step out of this planet, and their lifespans are even longer.

If such a strong man would incarnate a machine spirit in order to live, Tang Chuan naturally didn't believe it. Moreover, the spirit of the spirit in the spirit weapon was originally born from the spirit weapon itself, which can be regarded as a stone monkey that can never come out, born and raised, but is limited to the magic weapon.

And after a powerful magic weapon breaks away from its original master, it is rare to choose a new master, unless there is a person who is talented enough to defy the sky and is willing to be his master.

The magic weapon has a spirit, so naturally it will not be stupid to wait for the passage of time and die together with the magic weapon. They will choose to grow themselves, and devouring the treasures of heaven and earth and the essence blood of monks is the easiest way.

At this time, it is a good choice to have a strong partner for mutual benefit.

The small pot did not react to Steward Tang, but it was so extraordinary in Tang Chuan's hands that it was enough to prove that Tang Chuan's talent was even stronger.

But he is not enough to be the new owner of the pot at the moment.

Tang Chuan sat on the bed and shook his head gently, still without any more reactions.

For example, after the Seven-Star Kunwu Sword absorbed a lot of energy, Tang Chuan could occasionally feel the long sword groaning, and it was obvious that the machine spirit was slowly beginning to recover.

How long is the process, Tang Chuan doesn't know, he can only be careful about pregnancy.

Wearing pajamas, Tang Chuan was barefoot, pushed open the door as if no one was around, took a book, walked downstairs with his thighs exposed, and smelled the faint smell of milk.

Slightly stunned, he reacted and stared blankly at the spacious and bright kitchen on the first floor. In the kitchen, Qi Yue was wearing an apron, focusing on a large number of ingredients, as if he was not preparing breakfast for himself, but planning to make a table full of Han.

Just looking at her technique, Tang Chuan could see that the kitchen would be full of fragrance. This is a skill that Xiaonuo and Qin Yun do not have, cooking.

"Y-how did you come out dressed like this!" Qi Yuejiao snorted, did not cover her face, but looked at Tang Chuan with a smile.