Once upon a time, he fell into obsession with women?

Qi Yan shook his head, trying to get serious, but it was difficult to do it, and in the end, he lay down on the couch in despair, forcing himself to sleep, while thinking of the hot spring beauty.

He would never let the resin mist know about it.

Quietly tonight, just act as if nothing happened, and Houshan doesn't want to go again, so as not to stir up a thousand waves, which is really embarrassing.

If you can't sleep, you have to sleep.

He closed his eyes and ordered himself not to open them.

The body became heavier and heavier, and the tired body and the constant troubles finally fell asleep.

But the good times don't last long, how can you sleep soundly on such a sleepless night?

All night, all dreaming.

Dream after dream, but not a good dream.

It was all the angry face, the tearful face, and the fact that she noticed that he was peeking and simply cried......

Before dawn, Qi Yan woke up, and his skull ached.

The chest was tight, he pushed open the door to breathe, the slight sunlight shone in, and in the mirror, the man's eyes were full of blue and blood, and his spirit was sluggish, how could he have the slightest demeanor in the past?

"Millet porridge."

A crisp voice sounded from behind.

Flower Fat Mist came in with a plate, and placed millet porridge and two plates of vegetarian vegetables on his table, a sour bamboo shoot and a sweet and spicy white radish.

Qi Yan's face turned pale and red, pursed his lips, and was stunned for a while before he said, "You made all these dishes?" ”

She nodded: "After eating, I will go to pay homage to Elder Cicada Yong, don't forget." ”

He was really hungry, he forgot to eat last night, and now he smelled the smell of rice, and his appetite was great, so he ate vegetarian dishes with millet porridge, and ate cleanly, thinking that maybe he had been hungry for a long time, so he felt that these simple meals also had a long aftertaste.

After eating, Qi Yan went to worship Cicada Yong alone.

By the time he returned to his dormitory, it was already noon.

After hastily eating the lunch prepared by the flower fat mist, my head was dizzy, and I fell asleep. I was so sleepy that I forgot the figure of the stone hot spring last night.

At this time, a ginkgo biloba flew from the small cabin of the flower fat mist, inscribed with a gold pen, and the book read: "Miscellaneous servants quickly go to Yonglian, and get a volume of alchemy." ”

This is a special way for the Yin Kingdom Immortal Gate to deliver news, which is similar to the Snow Ember Country, except that one is a ginkgo biloba and the other is a blue bird to deliver a letter.

She knew it at a glance.

The news of this leaf is that all the miscellaneous servants will go to the Yonglian Treasure Hall and distribute the immortal books of the miscellaneous servants for them to cultivate.

Burn after reading.

By the time the flower butter mist arrived, the immortal books had been placed in the hall, and the wooden boxes on both sides were several meters high, a bit like the Chinese medicine cabinets of the herb shop, and the immortal books were placed in the drawer the size of a pigeon cage, and they took them for themselves.

She approached, and just wanted to take a copy, but someone else squeezed her over and took it away.

When I walked to the box next to it, I was taken away first.

Among them, many handymen were full of arms and had a few duplicate immortal books in hand, but they refused to give one to the flower butter mist.

The big shelves were emptied, and no one was left.

It was fine before, why is this all of a sudden?

The flower fat mist pondered for a moment, unable to figure out what was going on.

Among them, there must be someone secretly sowing discord and alienating the miscellaneous servants from her, and the immortal book or something, so he deliberately didn't give it to her. But who wants to do such a thing that harms others and does not benefit themselves?

What exactly is the benefit of her?

But now, the matter has come to this, and they can only do it.

"It's boring."

Hua Rou Mist didn't have time to talk to them, so he went straight to the messenger, asked for a copy alone, and simply returned to the cabin, without saying a word to the other miscellaneous servants the whole time.