Flipping the jade card in his hand, thinking that since Ye Zhanyun came late at night, it must be something important, Anyang carefully took it into his arms and fell asleep.

At night, the Temple of the Clouds is the most peaceful place in the world, and the cool breeze sweeps through the cloister. The large lotus flowers are blooming, and the soft petals are stretching with unique beauty.

Ye Zhanyun's figure came with the wind and quietly appeared in the middle of the pond. He slowly knelt down, and the waves of water clung up, but they didn't get wet anywhere.

The exposed skin is stunningly white under the clear light of the moon.

Ten fingers pressed against the surface of the pond, and he leaned down, watching his face reflected on the water become clearer and clearer.

His eyes were also dyed with anger at this time, and his throat let out a reluctant whisper. The palm of his hand slapped the water fiercely, staining his elegant and easy-going face with a terrifying hideousness.

He gasped angrily, and after a long time he closed his eyes in pain, and reluctantly lowered his hand slowly into the pond.

The cold water was wrapped around in an instant, and he endured the pain, his eyebrows tightly twisted together.

The bottom of the water, which had been calm, suddenly boiled, and countless things flew in the mud like huge waves.

One by one, the slender body attached to his arms, and began to suck blood outwards like crazy, but the water was still peaceful.

The night is deep, and the colors of the lotus flowers seem to be more vibrant......

[System: Host, don't you think these lotus flowers seem to be different from yesterday's? 】

When he got up the next day, Anyang originally planned to go directly to the library pavilion, but when he heard the system's muttering, he stopped curiously.

In the quiet lotus pond, there have never been any fish, and not even a single insect has been seen.

Anyang mischievously found a small stone and threw it into it unceremoniously.

"Plop!" With a loud sound, the water surface of the pond rippled, and in the blink of an eye, it fell into calm and lifeless......

"What are you doing?" Ye Zhanyun frowned and looked at the peaceful lotus pond, with a rare anger in his eyes.

"Master," An Yang ran to his side and said with an innocent face: "I passed by Yan Qingzhu yesterday, and suddenly remembered that he likes to plant vegetable gardens the most, and he also raises a lot of small animals, but Master's Cloud Hall is so big, why can't I see a living thing." ”

"Call him Elder Yan," tirelessly correcting An Yang's title, Ye Zhanyun said, "You can't help throwing stones." ”

"But the lotus flower is gorgeous, and it will be vivid when there are living creatures. As soon as I threw the stone, I was shaping that feeling," Anyang spread his hands unashamedly, looking like I felt justified in whatever I said.

"I'm noisy," Ye Zhanyun was silent for a while, and suddenly said, "Speaking of Elder Yan, did you destroy his vegetable garden before?" ”

"I just pulled out two small vegetables to cook, he was stingy, and he actually came to you to complain. Master, you like to be quiet the most, so I'll be careful next time. ”

"Xinyue!" Ye Zhanyun was stunned and coughed violently, "Elder Yan's vegetable garden is not an ordinary thing. ”

"Every drop of water is the water of a mountain spring that gathers the aura of heaven and earth," Anyang's admonition to him has been memorized, "The disciple has always kept it in mind." So Master, can you let me raise something to live, if you want to be noisy, I can raise butterflies. ”