The scroll in front of Yun Fanfan was taken.

She subconsciously looked up and saw Shen Jing holding a book in one hand and looking down at herself.

The ink in front of her fell to her cheek, and Yun Fanfan stretched out his hand to brush it away, and cried out: "Father? ”

When she grew up, she no longer called her father, but changed her name to father.

Although the father and the father have the same meaning, there is actually a little estrangement.

Yun Fanpan wants to pinch this gap and make the relationship between the two more intimate.

When he first called Shen Jing's father, he was still a little unaccustomed to it, but he didn't stop her from calling her that, and then gradually, both of them got used to it.

Her fingers were like tender shallots, and when she grabbed his ink, there was a different kind of harmony and beauty, as if a drop of ink had fallen on the jade, and the two blended with each other.

When she spread her hand, Shen Jing was still a little disappointed.

Shen Jing hummed softly and glanced at the scroll with lowered eyes.

Seeing her frowning, she should have encountered some difficulties.

All these years, the things he feared did not come to life.

The little girl has grown into a girl that everyone loves, but she is just as well-behaved and obedient.

The clouds have changed rapidly over the years, but there is no trace of time on Shen Jing's body.

Originally, the people in the Immortal Sect and the Demon Clan had a very long lifespan, and a hundred years in the world was just a snap of a finger for them, the only difference was that Shen Jing's body no longer had the same heavy aura as it was at that time.

Even if he hid it well at the beginning, the occasional emotion between his eyebrows and eyes could not deceive people.

This is also the only place that Yun Fanfan is proud of, from most of the patterns to only one-third now, she has worked hard to sell cuteness, and it took her all her strength to melt the stubborn stone of Shen Jing.

Shen Jing's long eyelashes covered his pale gray pupils, and his voice was soft: "Yun'er doesn't understand anything?" ”

She had always been self-motivated, though he told her that she didn't need to work so hard, that he would shelter her as long as he was there.

But she has never slacked off, but she doesn't know why, her cultivation just doesn't rise much.

It's not that Yun Fanfan doesn't understand anything, in fact, she understands almost all of this book.

What is more worrying is how to work hard while not increasing cultivation.

However, she didn't expect Shen Jing to misunderstand, thinking that she was worried about cultivation.

Yun Fanfan just wanted to tell a little lie to hide it, but Shen Jing was already sitting next to her.

His right leg was next to his cloudy left leg, and the cold incense on his body began to spread.

He turned his face sideways, and the ink poured down like silk, landing on the back of his left hand, which was hanging from the clouds, and slid from the side of the hand to the palm.

With a cold and soft touch, Yun Fanpan grabbed Shen Jing's, and then saw that Shen Jing was very serious, waiting for her answer.

She approached, reaching out and tapping somewhere on the book.

In fact, she didn't know what that sentence was.

Shen Jing read that sentence, pinched it, and a circle of bright white light flashed on his fingertips.

It's different from the magic he'd used to use in the past.

He's trying to use the magic of the books.

Shen Jing's current cultivation, this kind of technique is completely difficult for him.

He slowed down his movements and told her how to absorb them.

The voice was like a spring breeze in March, gentle and soft, and after he finished speaking, the light gray eyes looked straight at her and asked, "Do you understand?" ”

If she didn't understand at this time, she suspected that Shen Jing would continue.