Xiao Yu hugged Ah Tong and walked for a long time behind the thin old Mr. Fan, and finally arrived at the valley that looked very fairy.

Behind a few crooked pines is a vast meadow of unknown red, red, purple, purple wildflowers.

A small and chic windmill turns tirelessly and silently in the gorgeous sunset not far away.

A clear stream winds around the mountain.

Walking along the flat meadows full of wildflowers, you can see a few elegant and unique small wooden buildings at the foot of the mountain not far away.

Xiao Yu couldn't help but twitch the corners of her lips secretly.

Nima's, on this five-color continent, there is still such an elegant, fresh and refined place?!

This is clearly a modern version of the scenic area of the finely decorated villas, is it good?

What's even more unbearable is that the owner here is actually the unfathomable old man Fan Jian in front of him!

Mr. Fan's return to Fenggu!

Sad, it's so unexpected!

It's just that, in addition to being amazed, thinking of the place where he must live in the future, there is actually a little freshness that is acceptable, Xiao Yu still quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and his mood was quietly much better.

Mr. Fan, who walked in front, originally had a lean back, but at this moment, he seemed to be straighter.

Flicking the sleeves of his wide gray robe, he stretched out his thin fingers and kept pointing:

"Doll, the deity lives in that wooden building, and the one on the right is where Qiu'er lived when she came. Since you are here, you can live in the middle building, anyway, it has been empty for many years, and it is not too much to add you to live in. ”

It's still a habit to keep your mouth shut.

Still nodding habitually.

However, in Xiao Yu's heart, a lot of gossip factors are like freshly opened champagne bubbles, rushing straight to his throat in "whirring".

Empty? Many years?

Return-Phoenix-Valley?

In other words, the empty house in the middle, at first, was reserved for a woman with the word "phoenix" in her name?

And that absolutely awesome generation of heroine Mrs. Feng didn't receive this old gentleman's love, and she didn't come back?

Fan Jian, who is so stinky and coaxing in front of people, actually has a time when he is deflated?

Thinking like this, Xiao Yu suddenly felt that his mood became much more comfortable.

Hehe, in this world, it has always been a matter of mutual restraint and one thing, and such a serious Mr. Fan has also been squeezed by that old lady Feng.

So, it's not bad.

Holding back the smile marks on the corner of his mouth, Xiao Yu continued to ask very politely:

"Well, seniors, juniors live in like this, will it be a little presumptuous to disturb you? Could it be, something is not good? ”

Mr. Fan flicked his sleeves, and finally sighed imperceptibly:

"It's a shame that this house has been empty all these years. You, this doll, like Qiu'er, are all the close disciples of the deity, and they are not outsiders, so what is there to disturb or not? If the owner of this house is really angry, he will come over and scold the deity, the deity, but I want to thank you for this doll. ”

The simple words came to the mouth of that old Mr. Fan, and when they were said so slowly, Xiao Yu couldn't help but feel suffocated when he heard it.

It turns out that sadness never knows the boundaries of kingdoms and territories, and no matter how proud people are, they will not be able to escape this catastrophe.

Including the rebellious Mr. Fan in front of him, and also himself, many times.

Xiao Yu's little ridicule in his heart disappeared completely at this moment.