After dealing with these, they picked some wild vegetables along the way, and Tong Dora separated the bundle of immortal locks and blood jade, and tied two pigeons with bundle immortal locks. She decided to buy a new chain to match the blood jade, and the bundle of immortals was stored in the blood jade in case of emergency.

Tong Dora thought that he would go back and roast pigeons for the little junior brother with the flying dragon medicine tripod.

Nine thousand years old was speechless again, and he used the holy relic as an oven! It's not burning, but it's used for grilling?

Alas! Sure enough, the idea is different from ordinary people!

When they arrived at the bamboo house, Mo Han had already finished tidying up and was sitting at the table reading a book.

A kilometer away before they arrived, he read Tong Dola's thoughts, and he smiled softly, his Yan'er was still so cute.

Of course, in the end, Tong Dora didn't really roast the pigeon with the flying dragon medicine ding, but burned the pigeon soup. Because the injured person drinks pigeon soup is a great tonic. She stir-fried a few more side dishes, although she had never eaten them, but the method was much the same, and she made them according to the previous cooking method, and the taste was not bad. When Tong Dora was cooking, Mo Han was guarding on the side, she told him about the two-headed snake, and by the way, she made fun of the nine thousand years old, Mo Han felt very interesting and smiled happily. Nine thousand years old has never seen him smile like this since he followed his master, usually with a cold face, and sighed in his heart, only this girl can make the master like this.

Mo Han felt that this was the most delicious meal she had eaten in the past twenty-two years, and she felt very satisfied when she saw that Mo Han was satisfied. Tong Dora didn't treat Mo Han as an outsider, and told Mo Han about the gifts given by the ancestor in the dream during the meal, and said that the treasures given to her by the ancestor and the nine thousand years old were all pitted by her. When Mo Han heard this, he choked suddenly.

Tong Dora didn't expect Mo Han to choke, so he quickly patted him on the back.

Mo Han thought to herself, if Yan'er knew that I gave these things, I don't know how she would behave.

Thinking of this, my heart became empty.

After eating, she cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks. Sitting on the table to check Mo Han's wound, she opened it carefully, for fear that the blood scab would stick to the gauze and it would hurt if she dragged it. She expertly cleaned the wound, "The recovery is good, and it will be completely healed in two days." Tong Dora was very happy, and as he spoke, he changed the dressing and bandaged him again.

Nine thousand years old thought to himself, if it weren't for you, the master would have been healed a long time ago, and he has been suppressing the healing of the wound.

The corners of Mo Han's lips curled, as if melting a river of spring water: "Thank you, I recovered so quickly thanks to you." I'll take you around Ugin tomorrow. ”

Tong Dora was really happy, but she didn't expect to come to the Silla realm, and the first person to take her shopping was not nine thousand years old, but the little junior brother who saved her when they met for the first time.

Throughout the afternoon and evening, Tong Dora and Mo Han were studying the fun places in Ugin Town and how to play them. Every time they looked at each other, a crimson would appear on Tong Dorala's face.

Nine thousand years old meditates outside, or this light bulb is brighter than the light of thousands of fireflies.

Late at night, Tong Duola helped Mo Han untie his clothes, although she was not as nervous as the first time, but Mo Han's breath was like an orchid, and the faint fragrance of bamboo leaves on her body was still intoxicated with Tong Duola, which made her heart beat.

"How did you manage to get so many fireflies?" Tong Dora lay on the bench and looked at Mo Han on the couch.

"Personality charm, mutual attraction." Mo Han actually told the truth, this firefly was really attracted by the fragrance on his body.

Tong Duo smiled and had to admit that Mo Han seemed to be the starlight in the sky, more dazzling than the light of thousands of fireflies.

Soon Tong Dola fell asleep. Mo Han looked at her silently like that.

She frowned, and muttered, "Don't, I don't want to go." Mo Han got up, took her into his arms and put her on the couch. He lay on his side and quietly looked at Tong Dola's little face, the girl who was giggling in the day was so painful in her dreams. He gently smoothed his frowning brow, what was this dream? Mo Han felt a pain in his heart. He pinned the hair that fell on her ear behind her ear, and gently supported Tong Dorala's somewhat heroic eyebrows, long eyelashes, straight and small nose, red lips and teeth, and Mo Han couldn't help but dapple water in the center of her eyebrows. Tong Dora's snort surrounded by the faint fragrance of bamboo leaves, and he slept peacefully. She rubbed into Mo Han's arms, very warm and familiar. In this way, Mo Han hugged Tong Dora and gradually fell asleep.

The sunlight scattered, and the dense fog of the bamboo forest gradually dissipated.

Don Dora slowly opened her sleepy eyes, then closed them again. The next moment, her eyes suddenly widened, and a demonic face appeared in front of her, staring at her. She froze and found herself hugging Mo Han's waist, with one leg still on top of her.

Under what circumstances, how can I sleep in a bed?

She greeted awkwardly, "Morning." ”

Mo Han smiled slightly, "Early." ”

It doesn't matter if you laugh, Tong Dora's heart is flustered.

She immediately got up: "I'm really sorry, I didn't expect to take your place." ”

What she actually wants to say is that she didn't expect to take advantage of you. No matter how handsome Mo Han is, he can't be so! This sleep looks so ugly, I really want to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Seeing that she thought about it so much, Mo Han couldn't help but laugh and said, "It's okay, the bed is very wide anyway." ”

It's wide, yes, but she's sleeping with someone in her arms.

Tong Dora pretended to be very calm: "I'll go wash up first, and I'll change the dressing and bandage you later." Then quickly flee the scene.

Mo Han's heart was like a spring breeze, and he was very comfortable.

After Mo Han finished washing, Tong Dora changed the dressing for him, and the scar of the wound was only a shallow mark. She took out the spiritual cultivation herbal ointment and smeared it on Mo Han, just now she was sleeping with someone, and now she is touching someone's house. Thinking of this Tong Dorala's face turned red, no, this is not touching, the doctor treats the patient, and it is normal to touch it anywhere.

Tong Dora wondered what was going on, her mind was too confused.

All this was seen by Mo Han, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.