It would be better if there were children, the family gathered around to eat happily, and after eating, the family sat in the yard to watch the stars and watch the children play, occasionally chatting about the small troubles in life and plans for the future.

Unfortunately, it can't be realized.

As a ghost cultivator, Mo Qingshuang has already taken away her fertility, even if she is forcibly pregnant, it can only be a ghost fetus.

Thinking of this, Qi Ziyuan's nose was a little sour for some reason, which was also the reason why he chose not to tell Mo Qingshuang's identity, because they had already been wrong, and telling her would only make the two of them embarrassed, and he didn't dare to say it in the bottom of his heart, because he was a broken word, and he was afraid that he would not be able to accept Mo Qingshuang's expression of disappointment or disgust towards him.

That's it, silently by her side like this.

Mo Ghost fried the last dish and was about to serve it out, when he turned around, he saw Qi Ziyuan standing there silently looking at him, putting down the plate in his hand, Mo Ghost asked with a calm expression while untying his apron, "When did you come?" In fact, Mo Ghost quietly complained in his heart: "This person doesn't know when he came, standing there without any sound at all, if he changes to someone else, he must be startled." ’

Qi Ziyuan cleaned up his mood and returned expressionlessly: "Just came." In fact, his eyes have been on the food, and he has the posture that I won't leave if you don't invite me to eat.

Of course Mo Ghost found out this, anyway, these dishes were originally used to thank Qi Ziyuan, and when he was cooking just now, Mo Ghost was still worrying about how to ask him to eat, to tell the truth? No, I can't open my mouth a little. Wouldn't it be too abrupt to call directly? Now it's okay, since he is interested, of course, Ghost Mo took the opportunity to invite: "Do you want to eat?"

"Hmm. Qi Ziyuan nodded.

Qi Ziyuan never knew that if he didn't agree, he might be able to hear Mo Ghost thanking him or something like that.

The two of them are a little strange, the one with a sense of taste can't cook, and the one with no sense of taste is delicious to cook.

Qi Ziyuan picked up the chopsticks and ate them, speaking of which, it seemed that this was the first time that Mo Ghost had cooked for him since he came here? I had heard Mo Ghost mention that he was very good at cooking when he was a child, but at that time there was no condition to eat at all, but now that he has eaten it, it is really delicious, and there is a warm, home-like feeling.

Mo Ghost saw Qi Ziyuan take a bite elegantly, he was a little nervous, he was a little afraid that it would not suit Qi Ziyuan's appetite, so he hesitated, and finally couldn't help but ask when Qi Ziyuan took the second bite: "How?" Although Mo Ghost seemed to be careless, only he knew the hands hidden under the table and clenched into fists nervously.

Qi Ziyuan glanced at Mo Ghost calmly, and calmly returned: "It's okay." ”

Mo Ghost nodded and put his mind at ease, as long as Qi Ziyuan didn't feel unpalatable.

In fact, Qi Ziyuan, who hadn't eaten much for a long time, thought it was delicious, and he wanted to finish all the dishes, but Mo Ghost sat opposite and looked at him all the time, he was really embarrassed to do something unscrupulous. In the end, he could only eat two or three bites of each dish, and in the end, he was reluctant to give up, but he maintained an immortal demeanor and slowly put down his chopsticks.

"Don't eat it?" Mo Ghost asked, still a little lost in his heart, Qi Ziyuan only ate a little bit of each dish, could it be that it didn't meet his appetite and didn't say anything about his face?

Qi Ziyuan nodded slightly as an answer.

To be honest, Mo Ghost is still a little confident in his cooking skills, after all, he has lived for so many years, not to mention that his cooking skills are at the peak, he is also an outstanding existence, and he used to make it for others to eat, okay...... He doesn't have any human friends at all, just a group of demon cultivators, could it be that demon cultivators have unique tastes? Or maybe Qi Ziyuan doesn't like salty and likes sweet? How is this good? He doesn't know how to make sweets!

Although his mind was whimsically entangled, he didn't show half of his emotions on his face, and after a spell cleaned up the rest of the meal, he neatly put the dishes and chopsticks into the storage bag, and after doing all this, Mo Ghost said: "I heard someone say that you can play the piano before?"

Qi Ziyuan looked at Ghost Mo unexpectedly, and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Want to hear?"

Mo Ghost nodded.

The corners of Qi Ziyuan's mouth rose faintly, and the mood in his heart that was a little low just now also recovered, and he was even a little excited, he waved his sleeves, looking like a fairy wind and bones, as if he was giving alms: "Then go to the Windward Pavilion on the island." After speaking, a dodge disappeared in front of Mo Ghost's eyes.

Mo Ghost looked at the place where Qi Ziyuan disappeared suspiciously, and couldn't help muttering in his heart: "Can't you play it in the room?"

What Mo Ghost didn't know was that Qi Ziyuan rarely used the qin, because his qin was always used to kill people, and there were very few opponents who could let him use the qin, not because the opponent was too powerful, but because he needed to be captured alive. His sword is too sharp, and if there is still room for a master's move, it will undoubtedly mean that he is joking with his own life, so unless the actual difference is too big and completely crushed, in the face of a master who needs to save the opponent's life, Qi Ziyuan uses the qin, although his qin is not gentle, but it will not be so easy to let the opponent die.

The Windward Pavilion is the highest place of Jingling Island, where you can see all of Jingling Island, whenever you stand here and look down condescendingly, when the wind blows the phantom dancing bamboo and shakes, it is like being in the bamboo sea, which makes people feel refreshed and happy.

When Ghost Mo came, Qi Ziyuan was already sitting in the pavilion, with his piano on the table, and even an incense burner that had been lit on the other side, and the rising misty smoke was slowly wandering around Qi Ziyuan, and Qi Ziyuan was lowering his head to stroke the qin and adjust the piano sound.

Mo Ghost's eyes couldn't help but be attracted by Qi Ziyuan like this, Qi Ziyuan was very good-looking at any time, but at this time, he was particularly attracted to Mo Ghost's gaze, and he was no longer tall and soft.

"Sit down. Qi Ziyuan raised his head and motioned with his eyes for Ghost Mo to sit on the stone bench opposite.

Mo Ghost was as good as a stream, and slowly sat down, his eyes were embarrassed to fall on Qi Ziyuan, so he had to move away and look into the distance.

At this time, Qi Ziyuan's piano sound also sounded, but there was no heroic spirit in his piano sound, only ethereal and nostalgia, hiding a faint helplessness and sadness.

Mo Ghost looked at the sunset in the distance, but his thoughts followed the sound of the piano back to the painful and beautiful days that made him miserable, but when he came back to his senses, he was already in tears.

A song is over.

"Why are you crying?" Qi Ziyuan asked.

"I remembered the person I couldn't let go of the most in my heart. Mo Ghost replied with a smile.