The woman raised her voice and frowned as she drove the civet cat down on her body.

He got up and made himself a pot of tea.

The sound of tea pouring gently into the teacup slowly sounded in the silent room.

The woman slowly paced to the window, and the moment the window opened, a gust of wind blew into the room.

The moment the woman opened the window, the civet cat lying on the bed pretending to sleep opened its eyes slightly.

There was a sharp aura in his dark purple eyes.

On the desk, which originally only contained a pot of tea and an old book, a letter came out of thin air as a gust of wind blew.

The woman stood in front of the window, not looking back, but she was already lazy.

"Write something. ”

"Heh......" chuckled lightly, and his tone was slightly cool.

At the desk sat the white-haired toddler. In his hand he held the letter that had been opened.

The little hand that stretched out the flesh flicked the letter slightly, and the letter paper trembled slightly and gradually twisted.

The white and intact paper finally turned into a pile of broken pieces, and finally the twisted thin pieces slowly turned into a pile of ashes with some strange invisible flames.

"It's just a bunch of nonsense. ”

The girl's cool voice is still so good.

It's just that there is a touch of coldness in the dark purple eyes.

In the bamboo forest outside the window, the wind has been blowing.

......

"What is this?"

At dinner, Liuyun looked at Chu Nanhe playing with a small round stone ball with a very rough surface in his hand, and couldn't help but ask out loud.

"Ah, it's a jumping stone. It's fun. ”

Chu Nanhe said as he threw the stone ball-like thing to the ground.

In Liuyun's sight, the stone ball actually touched the ground and bounced high. After playing back and forth a few times, it returned to Chu Nanhe's small palm.

"This ...... Where did it come from? ”

Liuyun looked at the round stone ball in Chu Nanhe's palm, and a strange light crossed his eyes.

"Well, you can pick it up from the birdshed. ”

Chu Nanhe blinked his eyes and replied.

Liuyun, whose expression changed slightly, nodded and stopped talking.

Liuyun had dinner, but today, he no longer fell asleep as usual.

Instead, he sat cross-legged on the bed and gradually entered the state of spiritual power cultivation.

After a cycle of spiritual power cultivation, Liuyun slowly opened his dark and clear eyes.

The fatigue of the day's training has dissipated a lot.

Liuyun let out a sigh of relief.

I sighed at the benefits that cultivation brought to people.

He took a breath, then got up and walked outside.

"Brother Liuyun!"

Chu Nanhe stopped Liuyun, who was about to go out.

"You don't sleep. Seeing that Liuyun had no intention of sleeping, Chu Nanhe was surprised.

"Oh, I'm not sleepy, let's go outside first. Xiao He, you go to sleep first. ”

Liuyun dropped this sentence and then walked out of the door, leaving Chu Nanhe alone on the bed in a daze.

Liuyun walked all the way, and after a while, he came to a cave-like place.

It turned out to be the Linkun Water Cave when Liuyun first woke up in this world.

The moon hung in the sky, glowing softly.

Liuyun smiled slightly. Reaching into the sleeve of his coat, he found something like a round stone ball. "Click" fell to the ground and watched it bounce high.

Immediately after that, Liuyun took down the spear pinned to his waist from his back.

"I can't help it...... Life is not good, and you can only use diligence to make up for it. ”

Flowing clouds' dark eyes flashed with a small glint and muttered to himself, glancing at the walls that looked particularly bright in the moonlight.

Then he threw the jumping stone back into his hand and threw it hard against the opposite wall.

"Smack"

The jumping stone then snapped back into the cloud.

Under the moonlight, Liuyun's bright eyes stared at the small stone ball that bounced towards him quickly, and the spear flicked!

"Boom!"

A muffled crash sounded, followed by a "snap" of a stone ball hitting the wall.

Gradually, in the originally silent and quiet cave, there was a faint crackling sound.

......

In the silence of the night, the exquisite cottage is still lit up.

The fragrance of tea slowly emanated from the delicate teacup in the woman's hand.

The woman's delicate face was sleepless, and her eyes were carefully reading the words on the old book.

The civet cat in his arms has changed his usual lazy appearance.

If it was usual, at this time of the night, the cat would have been dozing for days. But today he was lying quietly in the arms of a woman.

Not a word.

The dark purple cat's eyes appear a little hollow.

"Do you again?"

The woman in the room, who was flipping through the pages, spoke nonchalantly.

"Heh......"

The civet cat opened its mouth and spat out a cold girl's voice strangely.

A sneer, slowly with the rising tea fragrance around it, little by little melted into the somewhat cold air around.

No one spoke anymore.

After a long time, the civet in his arms asked softly.

"You know...... What is affection?"

The woman touched the hand of the book and paused slightly.

Affection?

"Probably ...... You can be willing to give your life for one person. ”

The shimmer of light in the eyes of the fallen eyes flickered slightly.

"Giving with your life?"

There was a hint of doubt in the cold girl's voice.

"Well, even if the person who made her give her life for it is wrong in itself. ”

The woman's voice became a little dry, and she picked up the cup of tea on the table and took a slow sip.

The civet arched vigorously into the woman's warm bosom and stopped talking.

"What's wrong?"

The woman put down the tea and asked softly.

"Huh...... It's my turn...... My 'affection' here...... It seems like it's always been a never-ending taking. ”

In the middle of the night, a slightly bitter girl's voice came from her arms.

"It's up to you to give it or not. ”

The woman's lazy voice slowly blended into the silent night with the fragrance of tea.

With that, the man and the cat stopped talking.

All that remained in the silent hut was the small sound of flipping books, and the faint sound of the wind blowing outside the window from time to time.

The night is still very long.

......

He Yan sat cross-legged.

The night pearl embedded in the wall above the head of the bed slowly glows brightly.

He Yan, who had been immersed in spell cultivation, had been sitting cross-legged on the bed for nearly three hours.

The closed eyes are under the light eyelids, and they move from time to time.

With a soft sigh, He Yan slowly opened his slightly reddened eyes.

It should have been bright eyes, but when I looked closely, I could see a slight red bloodshot on the eyeballs.

In order to break through the bottleneck of the mage purple duan's high-level spirit realm, he hadn't slept for a long time.

The cultivation of a mage is fundamentally different from that of an ordinary cultivator.