The two went downstairs.

The servants at home stopped their work one after another when they saw the nightfall, and their eyes could not hide their amazement.

Falling Night proudly raised his little face, since he was born, his father said that he was the best-looking baby, and now he is naturally the best-looking man.

Mingmei smiled, took his hand, and walked all the way.

The chef brought the food and looked at it again and again.

put down the chopsticks at night, and made a tiger face: "......" looks good and can't look like this, and he will be angry if he looks at it again.

The cook said, "Miss, is this little girl your sister?" It's so good-looking, just as good-looking as you are. ”

Falling Night was dumbfounded: "Sister? ”

The smile on the chef's face exploded, and his eyes widened. "Male?"

Nightfall: "......"

Chef: "......"

Mingmei: "Eat vegetables!"

Falling Night glared at the cook, and almost "meowed" and taught him a lesson.

The chef is a bit of a fantasy, how can such a good-looking person who makes girls ashamed of themselves be boys?

The corners of her lips are slightly raised. "He's mine, and he'll be the man in the future."

Cook: "Yes!"

After speaking, he returned to the kitchen with a mysterious face, and sent the new message to the maid as quickly as possible.

"You saw the people sitting next to Miss today, right?"

"See, see, look so good, when did she come yesterday? I didn't even see it. ”

"Yes, yes! What is that little sister called, is she going to make her debut as a star? ”

"It's so good-looking, ask if there's a partner! I took a leave of absence after a while so that my nephew could take over my job. ”

The chef watched everyone chatting, and when the atmosphere reached the highest point, he said something slowly.

"Don't worry about it! People are already famous. ”

"Who! How did you start so quickly? ”

"Tell me who it is? Is it also a star? ”

The chef was triumphant: "He is the young lady's man, and he will be the male host in the future, he is all clever, don't call someone else's little sister, you can't look at your eyes, I didn't admit it." ”

The chef couldn't help but shudder when he remembered the eyes of the night just now, wondering why there was always a feeling of being targeted by an orange cat.

By the way, what about the orange cat at home?

I used to refuse to eat a meal, but why is it missing today?

The chef was a little worried, after all, the orange cat ate his food every day, and he was emotional.

"Miss, have you seen the orange cat? It usually eats actively, why hasn't it come down today? ”

If he doesn't come down, the fried small yellow croaker he made will be eaten up by the male owner.

Nightfall: "......"

Mingmei glanced at the night and said calmly: "The orange cat has been sent back to its hometown." ”

Chef: "Oh! It's a pity, I also said to find a female cat to breed it, that orange cat is really good genetics. ”

Nightfall's claws came out again, and he was going to kill the cook.

With a smile in her bright eyes, she stuffed a small dried fish into her mouth. "Good, eat!"

The dough that has just come back from the outside, "......"

It rubbed its eyes and rubbed its eyes again, and finally discovered the terrible fact that its host seemed to have been bent by a woman of unknown origin.

Main system: Is the "......" dango face blind?

"That's the son of luck."

Fan Tuanzi: "Don't bully me for my low IQ, that's obviously a girl." ”

Main System: "......"

Pink dumplings have always been suspicious of Nightfall's identity, until Nightfall cut her hair short and changed into men's clothes, and she is still very cute. Fan Tuanzi finally admitted that this time the son of luck is really a soft-looking man.

He didn't look like a tiger at all.

On the contrary, it really looks like a meow.

……

It didn't take long for the night to transform into shape, and the time for the bright molt had arrived.

Bright laid a layer of enchantment, and locked herself and Nightfall inside.

In fact, the process of molting begins very early, and the skin begins to harden at the earliest, as if it has been wrapped in a layer of paraffin, and the body movement is gradually becoming less convenient.

During that time, Mingmei simply took a vacation and recuperated at home.

Later, the pain intensified, and when I was slightly touched by something, I didn't feel much of the hard skin on the outside, but the fresh skin that had just grown on the inside had a bone-eating pain.

Nightfall worries her.

Bright but calm, the physical pain is nothing compared to the heart-eating pain.

When the old skin on the outside is completely old and the new skin on the inside grows well, it is time to really molt.

It's a process of breaking out of a cocoon into a butterfly.

Little by little, you have to break your past self and grow again.

When Mingguang came out, Fan Tuanzi saw the new Mingmei, and was amazed for a moment, obviously it was still the same face, but it seemed to be different.

It was a feeling of being reborn and welcoming a new life.

On the second day of bright molting, an uninvited guest came to the house.

He is the patriarch of the beauty clan.

Seeing the bright light of the successful molting, the patriarch's eyes were very complicated, and he didn't know how to tell Mingmei for a while, and in the end, he had to thank him first.

"Thank you for mending the enchantment for us."

After the patriarch came out of it, he saw the repaired enchantment, and finally believed the words of Fan Yao and Lang Kai, the Xi Mingmei in front of him was really not the Xi Mingmei she once knew.

In the same shell, different souls are already contained.

Mingmei nodded faintly. "Something to say."

The patriarch whispered, "I'm dying. ”

The lifespan of two hundred years seems to be very long, but there is still a time to come to an end, and in fact, not every beauty is lucky enough to live to be two hundred years old, most of them are actually dead when they are one hundred or seventy or eighty years old.

She has now lived to be more than 180 years old, and she has a premonition of her own death, and some things she can't wait to explain.

Mingmei glanced at her indifferently. "Everyone dies."

God, too, has a death.

The patriarch looked at Mingmei with appreciation, and said sincerely: "You are still alive and young. ”

Mingmei looked at her calmly.

The patriarch panicked for a moment, feeling that he shouldn't have said this, but if he was going to die, what was there to be afraid of?

She smiled, "You are the next patriarch. ”

She took off a necklace from her neck that had been left by her ancestors a long, long time ago, which was made of the bones of the divine beasts, which were extremely precious, and with the blessings of the ancestors, they were passed down from generation to generation.

This is the best gift she can leave to Mingming.

Mingmei looked at her silently.

The necklace flew out of the patriarch's hand, floating in the air, spinning around, emitting a faint glow.

Although the patriarch had heard of the bright and magical legend, he was still shocked by the scene in front of him.

Mingmei's fingers rubbed slightly, and the necklace turned into powder and slowly fell from the air.

The patriarch was stunned, stood up angrily, and his body trembled uncontrollably, it was a relic of his ancestors, which had been passed down for countless years.