"This is a disease, it must be cured!" Feng Yunyao touched her chin with a deep expression.

"Oh? That disciple is going to be cured."

it! Why does it sound like scolding her around the bush?

"Hey, I'm talking about you, not myself!" Soul Fade, why are you so annoying!

"Didn't you just say that you have sleepwalking?" Beilin raised his eyebrows and asked, looking indifferent.

"Uh...... "Your uncle's!" You said it, I didn't say it!

However, Feng Yunyao didn't dare to say this, the reason is actually known to everyone.

"Goo ......" Actually, it didn't want to scream, but it was too hungry to remind its owner that it was starving.

Feng Yunyao's face was dark, her stomach was stinky, when would she not scream, but she called at this time, shame, shame!

Beilin Wuwu glanced at her indifferently and chuckled: "Are you hungry?" Prepare a meal for the teacher", walked around, passed by her, and the faint fragrance of plum blossoms lingered in the nose, and smelled good.

Feng Yunyao's heart was slightly touched, such a taste seemed to be dissolved into one with her life, suddenly, thinking of the kiss just now, she trembled, plum blossom fragrance~ That kiss contains plum blossom fragrance, is it ...... Suddenly woke up.

Someone who has the same hobby as the Soul Master? Ten fingers touched his lips, his eyebrows frowned, it was a cold kiss, and the corners of his mouth, I don't know when a shallow smile came out, even ...... She herself, too, doesn't know.

Putting down his fingers, looking at the back that was about to disappear, his heart panicked, and he walked up quickly, hey, wait......

She doesn't know the way.

…………

"Master, are there two people in the world who are exactly the same" Feng Yunyao held her chin and raised her eyes to look at the night scene outside the window.

I saw Beilin Wuwu's hand holding the bowl tremble, and it was only for a moment.

"There is no wonder in the world, the same person, I have seen it as a teacher," he said, put the bowl on the table, leaned down, and sat down in front of her.

"Huh? Master, have you seen it? Who's that? Feng Yunyao's hand holding on to her chin loosened, and she simply lay on the table, staring at him with a pair of bright eyes.

I saw him purse the corners of his lips, stretched out his thin white palm, stepped towards the teacup on the table, and gently touched the teacup with his fingertips: "In the memory of the teacher, it has been blurred."

Feng Yunyao lowered her eyes slightly.

"Master, how old are you?" This is a question she has wanted to ask for a long time.

Beilin Wuwu raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "As a teacher, I don't know, I don't know ......" How long has he lived, in fact, he doesn't know, a thousand years? Or 10,000 years? It's been so long that he can't even remember himself, it's just that it's been a long, long time since he was alive.

Feng Yunyao twitched the corners of her mouth, and a few black lines crossed the back of her head, this, this must be an old goblin of tens of millions of years, eh, he seems to be a god, could it be that he is a god? , even if it is a god, rub, I don't even know how long I have lived, such a god really has no sense of discipline.

"In this way, you must be many years old, old master...... Hehe...... "She laughed a few times, grabbed the chopsticks on the table, and devoured them, without any gentle image of eating.

Beilin Wuwu just smiled, but he didn't argue with her, holding the teacup in his hand, raised it slightly, rubbed it lightly to his lips, took a shallow taste, and put it on the table again.

The night light is sprinkled, and the night is full of soft night.

"Gas-" A very indecent voice spread throughout the room, Feng Yunyao touched her stomach and made a sound in satisfaction.

Worry-free "......" in the north

"When you're full, go back and rest, tomorrow morning, you still have something to do," Beilin said softly.

"Ahem? Yes. What to do? "She's going back tomorrow, uncle.

"Of course, cultivation" Xin Chang's body stood up slightly, and he walked out of the room with his hands in his hands.

Feng Yunyao's face was so dark, needless to say.

"Damn!"

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