The title of "Aya" has long been rotten on the street, but the title of senior sister is exclusive to one person, Lu Aya will only care about the latter at this time, so Zhao Yingge will not call her senior sister, and neither will Xifeng.

"Aya." Le Zheng swallowed his saliva and said, "Will you participate in the Tianguang Ruins martial arts?" ”

Lu Aya nodded and said, "Yes." ”

All the breath of heaven and earth is relaxed.

"No, it's okay."

Le Zheng thought to herself that she could also participate in the Tianguang Market martial arts, and when the time came for the two of them to meet in the ring, she would show Lu Aya her value.

She will overcome all the obstacles and then lose to Lu Aya.

Of course, it's not to release water, it's just inferiority.

At that time, this girl she likes will be famous all over the world.

Now Lu Aya is not famous, Le Zheng Luoting knows that many people have heard the name Lu Aya because of Qionghua's Qionghua order, and because of Lu You's relationship, Lu Aya has become a little famous, but the immortal cultivation world still has the strength to speak after all.

She began to look forward to the appearance of herself falling under Lu Aya's sword.

Lu Aya actually didn't care what she thought, and she didn't know what she planned, since the road was at her feet, she couldn't be the only one on the road, and everyone else could go if they wanted, what did it have to do with her.

The path to her heart was long closed.

Demon Zang, she is not in a hurry, from the moment she came into contact with the Moyuan Sword, she had a bad feeling, Lu Aya touched her leg and grabbed an air, only to remember that Xuechen was still below, so she spoke.

"Let's go down."

Of course, Le Zheng didn't have any objections, but before leaving the house, she glanced back at the girl's ice sculpture with a puzzled look.

She always felt that this girl had a very familiar temperament, but she couldn't remember it.

The stairs are short.

Went downstairs.

Lu Aya solved the problem of Le Zheng's falling into court, so naturally he had to solve the problem of candle incense.

But the problem of candle incense is not solved.

It's the same with snow dust.

Candle Mingxiang held the pen, and the paper was blank.

Xuechen lay on the table and looked at her, and his eyes were puzzled, but Xuechen's incomprehension changed from inexplicable at the beginning to why this person sat stupidly holding the pen and didn't move.

Lu Aya walked over, looked at the ink that had dried slightly, and asked, "Sister, why didn't you write anything?" ”

Candle Mingxiang turned around and said, "Sister, I found that there is nothing to prepare, and I have everything I need." ”

She was talking about the basket.

Lu Aya nodded, it should have been like this.

It's just a drawing, what can I prepare? It's also that she takes it too seriously.

She glanced at the candle incense and said no more.

Candle Mingxiang sat there, she actually just didn't like to make plans, so she didn't put pen to paper.

Sometimes it's not necessary to plan or anything, and you don't need any preparation.

Go with the flow.

If only I could have figured this out earlier.

Candle Mingxiang thought.

When no one spoke, the air was a little quiet, only the blood slowly falling outside the window, and the sky gradually darkened.

Lu Aya picked up Xuechen, put it on her lap, and gently touched her head, with a touch of satisfaction at the corner of her mouth.

Xuechen said in his heart that he wouldn't be touched.

Le Zheng was at a loss, not knowing how it was so natural to have a sister and a sister.

Le Zheng said in a low voice: "Sister Candle, what's wrong?" ”

Candle Mingxiang looked at her suspiciously, and said, "What's wrong?" ”

Le Zheng knocked his thigh and said, "What were you talking about just now?" ”

Candle Mingxiang said: "I followed her and taught her to draw. ”

“……”

A sense of frustration rose in Le Zhengluoting's heart, she didn't understand the treatment she had only gotten with trepidation, why Candle Mingxiang didn't care at all, and she could do it without any effort.

I think about it because she can't draw.

There is no culture.

She suddenly felt that she should also learn something, and she couldn't always blindly cultivate.

It's all because of Shu Mountain, a group of cultivators, who delayed the girl's years.

Le Zheng thought so, she leaned on the table and muttered: "In the past, I was in the past, and Yang Liu was still there...... Now I think about it, the rain and snow are ......"

Suddenly, two eyes fell on her.

A glance at Lu Aya.

The other one you don't need to look at to know is the candle incense.

"Huh!" Le Zheng shook her body, her face flushed to her neck, and she explained in a panic: "I...... I just think it's easier to remember, because ...... Very well written. ”

She doesn't have any culture, so what is too much craftsmanship for her, but this sentence is only read once and remembered, just thinking about these things, unconsciously said it.

It's so ashamed to recite her poems in front of the Lord......

"It's very well written." Candle Mingxiang said, she seemed to be relieving Le Zheng from the court.

"Thank you."

At this time, the thoughts of the three of them were on the rain and snow, but it was an inexplicable tacit understanding.

……

……

That night, it was naturally impossible for Candle Mingxiang and Le Zheng to rest here in Lu Aya, so they went back to the spiritual platform, Lu Aya practiced the piano alone, and returned to his room after practicing.

The next day.

Lu Aya watched the sun rise, got up from the bed, changed into white silk, and after washing, looked at the ice sculpture.

"Let's go together."

"Of course we have to go together."

Lu Aya asked herself, opened the space ring, compressed the statue of Liu Fufeng, put it in, and took out a puppet doll that looked exactly like herself in the compartment of the dresser.

can't say that it's exactly the same, it's the Q version of Lu Aya, I don't know how much cuter she is now.

Lu Aya hugged the doll as if she was holding her own child.

She suddenly had an impulse to name the doll Liu Yiyi, but she gave up this idea for the sake of her future children.

Lu Aya picked up a red demon mask again, thought about it, didn't bring it on her face, and looked at it quietly in her hand.

She now knows what it means to be a traitor.

It shouldn't be me.

Lu Aya thought so.

Unsure, muttered.

"It should ...... Not me. ”

Outside, light snow fell, and the air cooled down.

"Where have you been?" Lu Aya said.

The younger sister is gone, and she has taken a lot of things with her.

For example, another mask, such as the blood butterfly that he gave her, such as that piece of yellow paper.

She obviously didn't want to leave.

Lu Aya thought and got up.

Before leaving Lingshan, she still had many people to see, because she didn't know when she would be able to come back.

In fact, what she is most reluctant to give up is not people, but Jing.

Lu Aya tilted her head, and her heart was actually reluctant to give up people.

The first one to look at is, of course, Jiufeng.

Lu Aya went out, took her green bamboo, and dropped her wheelchair.

She wanted to take a good look at Jiufeng today, starting from the place where she went up the mountain.

It took her half an hour to walk to the teleportation array, and she stood stunned for a while, watching the white jade around her scattered, watching the spirit array floating, and feeling the breeze blowing on her face.

Should she miss the loess and the wind.

"It turns out that everything has changed."

Lu Aya thought.

"That's fine."