"What do you like about me?"

Weighing the newly baked elixir in his hand, Qianjun looked at Yichen from the bottom up, thinking back to the previous experience of the two of them.

"It starts with appearance, falls into talent and is loyal to character~"

Yichen, who carefully taught Qianjun how to refine the pill, raised his head and said tiredly.

"Are you sure it didn't start with a black face, stuck in IQ arrears, and loyal to habits can't be separated from the master?"

Three black lines fell from the corners of his forehead, and Qianjun asked sharply with a fatal blow.

"Huh! Xiao Junjun and Uncle Ben are really heart-to-heart, and the two of us are simply a natural pair of soul mates. ”

Yichen, who put down the pill in his hand, was overjoyed, and looked at Qianjun with eyes like looking at his long-lost wife.

Sure enough, a straight man is still a straight man! Yichen, a straight man of steel, will never be able to become a warm man in his life, and the previous gentleness and thoughtfulness are all illusions.

"Xiao Junjun, with your level, you can already fly to the second realm, and others need to cross the thunder tribulation to ascend."

"But as the heir and daughter-in-law of Uncle Ben, you are different from others, you need to experience and pass the adventure before you can automatically ascend to the second domain."

Shaking the same pink cherry blossom fan in his hand, Yichen didn't feel the slightest pain in conscience.

"Uncle Ben thinks you're ready, and the land of trials has begun!"

Without saying a word, he teleported to him, only to hear a roar of a lion from Hedong in his ears.

Yichen, your uncle! Another word of disagreement with the teleportation master.

Suddenly feeling a chill on Qianjun's back that was a little floating under her feet, she swallowed her saliva with difficulty, and slowly looked down.

Yes! She's floating.

Oh my God, she's transparent, could it be that she has become a Piao?

Ding: The system prompts that this tribulation is to comprehend the various states of life, please seriously comprehend life in order to advance to the second domain.

I waited for a long time, and the surroundings were still white,

Waiting for the boredom, she opened the first domain wealth list, the first place on the wealth list, and the funny gentleman was impressively listed.

"I'm a funny king who swept the first domain, or a dead king who does good deeds without leaving a name, and I'm a peerless ghost talent in the first domain, please call me Lord Male God!"

Even if Qianjun, who was very nervous, was now a soul body, she couldn't stop the gradually presumptuous smile on her face.

"No, you're a scum in other domains!"

Yichen, who couldn't bear to see his little Junjun being blinded by a leaf, finally couldn't hold back and told the truth of the facts.

Topic terminator - steel straight man Yichen.

The white expanse above the head was now like a glimmer of light, and the colors of the whole world appeared.

Under the high-rise buildings, passing by on the street are a group of cats of different coat colors and body types.

A purple hair that has long been wet with the rain that is constantly dripping from the air. The cat, blinking with its amber cat's eyes, raised its head proudly and full of arrogance.

She walked gracefully, passing through one street after another under the envious gaze of others.

Until she came to a small alley where no one was interested, and stepped into her own small territory.

The small alleys, which are still warmly arranged, are covered with dead leaves that have long since rotted.

She had collected it all the fall, under the strange eyes of the other cats, while they were still having fun.

Above the thousands of dead leaves, a home made of bricks and tiles can barely shelter from the wind and rain, and a white blanket is placed in the small home.

She rests on it every day. Although this blanket has long since changed color after countless sun and moon invasions.

It's just because this blanket was woven for her by hand when her mother was alive.

I still remember that my mother was still lying in the world they shared, weaving a blanket to herself.

No matter when and where, the years go by, you are your mother's little fairy.