Year 1

"Lang Huan, don't move!"

"What's wrong? Let you drop two drops, don't make it the same as fighting against the powerhouse of the Holy Rank! Just relax. In the dark room, Ling Xiaoyao's long hair was tied behind his head, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the porcelain bowl in front of him. Stirring with his left hand, pinching the spar dropper with his right hand, although he was so nervous that cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his hand was still very steady.

Mu Langhuan took off Ling Xiaoyao's hairband and played with her jet-black hair casually, "Okay! One drop...... Two drops ...... It worked. ”

"Cheng ...... Done? ”

Mu Langhuan's eyes widened for a moment, and she said angrily, "Why are you still unhappy?" I bear the name of a genius, but it takes four years to make this poison, and you have only been less than a year! Sure enough, I shouldn't have promised to teach you in the first place! ”

Midday.

"Lang Huan."

"What's wrong?"

Ling Xiaoyao thought about it, so let's be tactful: "I often stay in your courtyard for a day, although the people on the mainland are open, but it will damage your reputation after all." ”

"It's okay, I don't care about that. It won't be ...... Do you care about a man? ”

"Nope. Father meant, let's both get engaged. ”

“…… Yes? But I only think of you as a brother. Mu Langhuan was stunned.

Ling Xiaoyao looked at Mu Langhuan's confused appearance a little anxious: "It's okay, I only treat you as a sister, our actions are much more convenient after the engagement, don't worry, I will definitely find the best family for you, and watch you live happily." At the end of the sentence, the tone of the eleven-year-old boy was already extremely serious.

The second year, the Ling family. Ling Shaozhu specially built the Shuqi courtyard for his fiancée.

"No, no, no...... I, I don't have anything to teach you anymore. Mu Langhuan collapsed on the recliner like a dead fish.

Ling Xiaoyao sat on the side, with a rare smile on his face.

"Lang Huan, please have something to do."

Mu Langhuan immediately bounced up. After getting along for such a long time, even if Ling Xiaoyao herself is unpredictable, she still knows a little bit about her habits. This guy usually acts very simply, can't speak at all and makes seventeen or eighteen detours, and when she comes up with such a sentence before she directly says her purpose, it means that this matter is very, very tricky. Sure enough—

"Can you give me the poison collection of the Southern Continent to study?"

Mu Langhuan felt that if she was drinking water at this time, she would definitely spray her all over her face. "You're listening to the secrets of the Southern Continent! As a saint of the Southern Continent, I will not agree. ”

"Gu art is the secret art that Nanlu must never pass on, right?" Ling Xiaoyao's face, which had been smiling, turned cold.

Mu Langhuan's face was grim and did not back down.

The air seemed to condense, and after a stalemate for a while, Ling Xiaoyao suddenly spoke: "Master." ”

Mu Langhuan tugged at the corners of her mouth, her serious expression was tense, but under Ling Xiaoyao's gaze, she finally broke her skills and looked defeated.

"I've lost to you. Don't call the master anymore in the future. ”

A helpless and angry voice sounded, and a smile appeared on Ling Xiaoyao's face again. Since the first time she met Mu Langhuan and asked her to call her master, these two words were like a spell, and every time she said this, Mu Langhuan couldn't hold back.

……

Ling Xiaoyao's long hair was scattered over his shoulders, and he was lying on the bed with a book in his middle coat alone, quietly looking at the dishes that still seemed to exude residual heat under Xiangyue's bitter back.

Lang Huan, I will not break my word, as your "elder brother", I will definitely find the most suitable lover for you.