On the morning of her birthday, she would make a bowl of noodles with an egg on top, symbolizing a long life and a full life. The mother will also make her a new dress, and then she will wear the new clothes to get the envy of her friends.

Her friends would give her gifts, such as strange-shaped stones and wild fruits in the mountains, which were not good things, but she was very happy every time she received gifts.

Thinking about it, Mo Yao's expression was suddenly extremely lost, because this year's birthday may have been missed, and there is no family and friends.

Yi Yunze felt that Mo Yao was like a seven-year-old girl at this time, and he cried when he said he cried.

"Isn't it just a birthday, just treat it as if it's your birthday, and I'll spend it with you."

Mo Yao raised his head, his face full of tears: "Aren't you still going to find a companion?" ”

"The place we are staying in, to get out, it takes more than a star and a half, and when we get out, things should have happened a long time ago. So it's not bad for half a day. ”

Mo Yao burst into tears again, "Do you really want to spend my birthday with me?" ”

This time I was moved, this person I liked, when I was in a low mood, I was willing to take the initiative to accompany him, what could be better than this?

"You still want to spend your birthday."

Mo Yao wiped away his tears with his sleeve, tilted his head and asked, "Do you know how to make noodles?" ”

Yi Yunze shook his head, "No." ”

"And do you know how to make clothes?"

Yi Yunze shook his head again.

Mo Yao gritted his teeth: "Aren't men all able to make clothes, why can't you, then what will you do?" ”

Yi Yunze saw that he was disgusted, and he was a little funny: "Who stipulates that men should be able to make clothes?" ”

"Hey, do you still need to make a rule?"

Yi Yunze saw that Mo Yao's doubts didn't seem to be fake, and asked curiously: "Which man have you ever seen make clothes that made you have such a cognition?" ”

Mo Yao stretched out his finger and said, "My father, my brother, my cousin, Uncle Lu Ming...... And the snow ... My master, they will do it. Mo Yao counted more than a dozen names in one go.

Yi Yunze was dumbfounded.

Only then did he take a closer look at the clothes on Mo Yao's body, and he couldn't even see the source of the material, but it was obvious that this was a magic weapon that could only be used by a monk in the foundation building period.

He was taken aback, this girl just said Master, could it be that her Master has a big background?

"At your age, you have the cultivation of the second level of Qi cultivation, and your master must not be ordinary."

Speaking of snow and cold dust, Mo Yao and Yourong Yan, "Of course, he is an immortal ......."

Mo Yao was dumb suddenly, she suddenly remembered Qing Xuan's matter, Xue Hanchen passed on her exercises, she was just guessed by Qing Xuan following the clues when she used it, and she caused two crises for herself. Now it is about Xue Hanchen himself, if it is leaked, the consequences may be unimaginable.

"What's wrong?" Yi Yunze asked.

"Master, he thinks he is an immortal."

Xue Hanchen, who was fiddling with medicinal herbs in the blue jade space, heard Mo Yao's words, the movements in his hands froze, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, do I think so?

Mo Yao had the intention to lie, but her acting skills were not enough, and Yi Yunze could see at a glance that she was not telling the truth. Since she didn't want to say it, he didn't ask any more questions and changed the subject: "I don't know how to face me, I don't know how to wear clothes, but I will do this." ”

As he spoke, he plucked a green leaf from his side and put it to his mouth, and then, the melodious tune spread.

Mo Yao listened to it, like an ancient ballad, the tune was very simple, but the ups and downs, the priorities and urgency, were intertwined into a beautiful music.