Seeing her so sullen, Emperor Chonghua lowered his head and asked, "Emotional matters?"

"The emperor really sees it through."

"It's you who put everything in your heart on your face. Otherwise, this seat will teach you a trick. "Emperor Chonghua is really different from ordinary immortals, other high-ranking and powerful immortals all uphold the appearance of old adults, he is a god who shows the appearance of a prodigal son in love, and the contrast is too great.

Mo Yan forced a smile and said, "Emperor, please advise!"

"I've seen you like Haoxuan for a long time. This woman chases the man through the veil, you don't show your heart on weekdays, how does he know that you like him. Why don't you take the initiative and help him clean his room and prepare pastries or something. He must be able to feel your heart. Emperor Chonghua said firmly.

But does it work? The senior brother doesn't seem to be the type who would accept a girl's courtesy.

No matter what, there's no other way anyway.

Since that day, Mo Yan has gone to the small kitchen to prepare ingredients before dawn and start cooking daily meals.

The aroma came from the kitchen, and there were different delicacies on the table every day, which contained Mo Yan's thoughts, but Haoxuan didn't seem to see all these changes, and he didn't ask a word, let alone praise this mysterious chef.

Only Emperor Chonghua looked at the table full of delicacies, and ate with satisfaction, and his appetite was very good.

Looking at the indifferent senior brother in front of him, he didn't praise a word, and the hard work of cooking in the past few months seemed to be denied in an instant.

"Haoxuan, eat more! This table of dishes, but Mo Yan washed her hands and made soup for you, and it took a long time to cook it. Emperor Chonghua tried to break the strange atmosphere, picked up a piece of meat, and put it in Haoxuan's bowl.

But Haoxuan only glanced up at Mo Yan, said "um", and then stopped talking and continued to bow his head to pick up rice.

Regarding the phenomenon that the two of them didn't say a word in the past few months, Mo Yan sighed lightly, put down her chopsticks, and looked at Hao Xuan seriously with phoenix eyes, "Why are you avoiding me?"

Hao Xuan said expressionlessly: "No!"

"What the hell is wrong with you? Ever since he ascended to the gods, he has revealed a strange aura all over his body. She looked worried, but the person in front of her never looked at her.

"You're thinking too much! I'm full, let's go first!" After that, Haoxuan put down the dishes and chopsticks and walked back to the side hall directly.

Mo Yan followed behind him, watching him mercilessly close the door, she stood there for a long time, rain or shine, thunder flashed in the air, under the loud thunder, her petite figure stood upright at the door of the side hall of Chonghua.

She stood for seven days, not moving a single step, no matter the storm, the scorching sun, or the drizzle.

Whether it was the persuasion of Emperor Chonghua, or the discussion behind the back of the immortals, she waited stubbornly, waiting for the person in the door to give her an explanation.

It is impossible for the senior brother to be cold to her suddenly, there must have been some time to happen.

What could affect him so deeply?

Seven days have passed, he has stayed at home, and he has never even opened the window, but his cultivation is so high, even if he doesn't open the door, he must know that she has been standing outside the door for the past seven days.

He didn't even have an umbrella, not a word, as if the relationship between the two brothers and sisters and the bits and pieces they had been together over the years did not exist.

She lifted her feet and walked forward, her steps were a little unsteady, and with each step, her whole body trembled because she hadn't moved for too long.

She pushed the door open directly, and there was no sign of Haoxuan, he should be in the bedroom.

This is the first time she carefully observed the side hall where Haoxuan lived, there was a couplet hanging on the wall, the chair was made of rosewood, and the desktop was white cloud warm jade, which was worthy of being an item in the palace of Emperor Chonghua, and it was very extravagant.

These waving hands were similar to the side halls where she lived, and when she took two steps forward, she saw a painting spread out on the table.

A man and a woman standing in the misty sky, intimate, look like they should be a pair of immortals.

The woman glanced at the man with a faint smile, her face was elegant and beautiful, with a faint fairy aura.

And the man seemed to be surrounded by demonic energy, with a hint of imperial domineering between his eyebrows.

Mo Yan looked at this lifelike painting, and the whole person was stunned, this is ...... Demon Venerable Ziyuan, and the painting of Yueya Shangshen!

The two look very compatible, talented and beautiful, and it is a peerless painting!

But this painting looks as if the ink has not dried, and since the Emperor of Heaven has ordered the erasure of the traces of the god Yueya, why does this painting exist in this heavenly palace?

If Senior Brother painted this picture himself, then where did he learn about the appearance of the Demon Venerable and the Demon Queen?

Because the people in this painting are like real people, it is impossible for the senior brother to draw such a picture without seeing the two of them.

"What are you doing?!" An angry reproach sounded from the direction of the bedroom, so frightened that Mo Yan missed, and the painting fell directly on the table.

She turned her head to look, only to see an angry Haoxuan coming over, anxiously and angrily snatching the painting, "Get out!"

"Senior brother...... I'm sorry."

"I'll let you out!" Haoxuan's fierce and vicious appearance, it was the first time she saw it, and she felt cold in her heart, this is bad, the senior brother is really angry.

She didn't dare to add fuel to the fire when her senior brother was angry, so she had to run away without saying a word and close the door by the way.

The plum blossom forest is still floating with the fragrance of plums, the breeze blows lightly on the ground, lifting the petals of plum blossoms, Mo Yan walks on the road, but she is not in the mood to enjoy this beautiful scenery.

She sat in the shade of a tree in despair, her stunning face had lost her former demeanor, and she said to herself in a low mood, "God is really elusive!"

"You're talking about the newly ascended Haoxuan God, he is very handsome, but his temperament is too cold. So many immortals are attached to him. No, another fairy was heartbroken by him and came to our plum blossom forest to cry. “

"How ruthless! The previous Emperor of Heaven was disrespectful to the god of Yueya, and wanted to forcibly take the god away, but was finally defeated by the god with a move. Ridiculous! Today I actually saw the feelings of another God. There is so much gossip in the fairy world!"

Mo Yanliu frowned, raised her head and asked, "You are plum blossom tree elves, right?"

Two cute elf phantoms, fanning their little wings, surrounded Mo Yan, shocked and excited: "Can you see us?!"

"Of course!"

"Our cultivation is slow, and we haven't transformed into a human form for thousands of years. We only have a trace of remnant soul thoughts, and ordinary immortals can't see us. Even the gods didn't know that we were in the plum blossom forest. “

The elf's red lips opened and closed, this was the first time they communicated with the fairy, they were so excited, they kept talking, "Who are you?" You are really different from ordinary immortals, that is, you can see us, and you have a good smell of fragrance on you, which makes people want to get close to you. “

The two elves waved their wings in the air and lay on Mo Yan's shoulders kissingly.

But they were just phantoms, not even a trace of weight.

Mo Yan smiled slightly, her temperament was noble and elegant, like a sacred fairy, "I'm just an ordinary fairy, and I love a senior brother who maybe doesn't care about me at all." “