The priestly saint is not only held up on a high by others, but always has to do something practical every day.

In the morning, as soon as Chaoyuli arrived at the temple, he saw a black-robed woman shining in front of a bronze mirror.

"This is the Soul Mirror, don't shine it." He walked up behind the woman and said.

The temple was not very accessible to all people, and it was obvious who the black-robed woman was.

Su Liu turned around and looked up at him without saying a word, Chao Yuli was at a loss for what to do, and turned around.

"I'll take you through the Familiarization Temple."

Without waiting for Su Liu to agree, he stepped forward, and Su Liu stood up and followed.

"This is the artifact library, and the artifacts left by the ancestors are all here."

"It's a divination array."

"This is the altar."

Chao Yuli took Su Liu through the rooms, but he didn't expect that there was another world behind the magnificent hall, but Su Liu didn't have time to take care of it, and followed behind Chao Yuli, his eyes staring straight at the hosta on his head, and he was grabbed tightly by the white hair.

After looking at it for a long time, Su Liugui stood on tiptoe and reached out to take the hairpin, his white hair was scattered, and he turned around sharply towards Yuli, Su Liu stood in front of him in a daze, only a finger's distance from his chest, and the tip of his nose touched the faint fragrance of pear blossoms.

"Bring it." He seemed to be getting a little angry.

Su Liu lowered his head, glanced at the hosta, and handed it back to him.

"You're so daring, don't mess with my things." Chao Yuli stared at Su Liu and said, his eyes full of warning.

Su Liu's hand hidden in his sleeve was clenched into a fist, and he lowered his head and said sullenly: "I'm sorry, I just think this hosta looks like the hairpin I lost, so I can't help but take it down and take a look." "It's not lost, it's sent, it's given to him, she sees the hosta in her heart, see it every day, see it every day, how can she not remember this hosta, although it is crystal clear for two years, but she finally recognizes it.

"You think I'm going to take someone else's stuff?"

Su Liu shook his head.

"Thank you for helping me in the Hundred Levels Trial." Her sudden thanks were really unexpected by him, and his already fierce tone softened.

"I'll have it."

Help her, why help her? It's just that she is six or seven points similar to Su Liu, which makes him feel compassion, and he can't bear to watch Su Liu roll down a hundred steps.

Chao Yuli took the hosta in his hand and let his hair fall apart.

"Why don't you curl your hair up?" Su Liu walked up to him and walked alongside him.

"I don't want to." He raised his chin and said, his white hair fluttering, but it was still a little dashing.

I don't want to, probably not. Since he first gave him his hair, he asked her to give him his hair every day, and he actually didn't like it to be uncomfortable with his hair scattered.

"I'll do it for you."

"Not necessarily."

Straightforward refusal, the detachment in his tone made Su Liu wake up.

Also, as a stranger, his performance today is abrupt enough, she is no longer Su Liu, and besides, he also has a beautiful lady in the mansion to curl his hair.

Su Liu thought about it, and his heart was a little pantothenic.

"Your mansion has arrived."

Su Liuyi saw that the mansion given to her by the emperor was originally in the temple, and she had stayed in the Liang Mansion for the last night yesterday, and she came to the temple early, and she had some expectations for that person in her heart, and also had some expectations for her own mansion. It is a small courtyard with three rooms, and the layout is somewhat similar to the layout of the main courtyard of Luoli Garden. Next to her mansion was another mansion, presumably the priest's mansion, the door was locked, and he did not want to live here. The layout of the mansion was similar to the main courtyard, and it was so close to the temple that it was convenient to live here, and besides, he should not want to stay in the courtyard that was a prison for him, but the last time she went back to the courtyard, the popularity in the courtyard showed that he was still living there, for what? Is it for the beautiful lady with the thin thrush?

The woman's mood is like this, winding around thousands of knots, unable to untie, and uncomfortable in her heart.

"Remember to wipe the artifact every day in the future."

"Hmm."

"Your name?"

"Sakura."

"Asahaya-yuri."

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