"Open the window, let in the air, and when the dust settles, you can move in."

In the center of the temple, under a towering hibiscus tree, the resin mist squatted by the wooden barrel, washing his hands with the remaining water.

"Hmm."

Qi Yan glanced at the dormitory casually, did not dislike the old place, nor did he pick on the thorns, but looked at her thoughtfully and asked, "Where do you live?" ”

The companion must live very close to the host.

But there is only one bedroom here.

Could it be ......

The roots of Qi Yan's ears were dyed with an unobtrusive pale red.

Flower Fat Mist glanced at him, and stretched out his hand to the back of the house: "There is a small cabin behind the dormitory, where I live!" ”

A silk thread that had just condensed in his head suddenly broke.

Looking sideways, sure enough, there was indeed a dilapidated hut behind the house.

Obviously, the mist of flora was not so lucky.

Didn't get a decent house.

Qi Yan coughed twice and asked again: "Is the house cleaned?" ”

"Not yet."

"Looks like it's going to be windy and rainy."

"No, it won't."

The resin mist does not return, and the sludge between the fingers is cleaned.

He touched his chin: "Why not?" ”

"In the immortal gate, protected by the spiritual power of the elders, there are four seasons of reincarnation, and there is an alternation of day and night, but it will not rain, frost, or hail like the mortal world, affecting cultivation. Why, you forgot about this? ”

She stood up, shook the water in her hand, wiped it on her waist, and looked at Qi Yan with half-squinted eyes.

"Forget it, why are you staring at me?"

"Why do you care about that room?"

"I ......" he raised an eyebrow, but his gaze was dodging.

She wasn't going to step back: "Huh? ”

Qi Yan was silent for a while, unable to answer, so he had to suppress her authority, glanced at her, and said angrily: "Master's affairs, is it your turn to take care of it?" Sweep your house and go. Also, get up early tomorrow and prepare millet porridge. ”

She was stunned, "Millet porridge? ”

"Didn't the kitchen tell you that I only drink millet porridge in the morning?"

Floral mist just spoke: "No......"

On the other side, the door creaked open and slammed shut. Qi Yan left her out of the door and lay on the couch to rest, but she couldn't rest at ease, so she stuck to the window and pricked up her ears to listen to the movement.

This woman is so worry-free.

There was no movement at all.

The quieter, the more restless......

Qi Yan tossed and turned, couldn't fall asleep, and finally sat up in a huff.

He tried to push the door three times and twice, wondering what the hell the woman was doing, but his strong pride told him: Whoever wants to take care of that stupid girl and let her suffer from her!

At the same time, the resin mist walked out of the dormitory and cleaned the cabin.

The cabin is much, much simpler than Qi Yan's dormitory, and the difference between the treatment of the maid and the son is too great!

There was only a wooden window, a roll of mats and a low couch, an incense table, and a round table made of rough and rough legs, with three legs of different lengths, which gave her a headache.

And the doors and windows here are facing the windows of Qi Yan's bedroom.

"It seems that my cabin is more than just cleaning."

She crossed her waist and stood outside looking up at the whole wooden house, ready to renovate it overnight.

"Tomorrow after tomorrow, tomorrow is so much. Xianmen, I'm back! ”

Just do what you say.

She climbed the back mountain.

The mountains here are lush with vegetation and gravel paved roads, and there are no wild beasts. There are more bamboo maple trees and peach plums growing around, which are particularly fresh and elegant.

The moonlight is shining, the trees are lush, and the night breeze is still, infinitely solemn. In the forest path, there is a natural sweet spring, next to the spring is a waterfall, the waterfall is not far away, behind the yellow plum tree, there is also a hidden stone hot spring, the spring water of the soup spring is boiling and clear, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

"That's good."

She sighed in her heart.