"It's okay, I have my own plans." Mo Han raised his hand and motioned for Black Wing not to interfere more.

"It is estimated that there is something wrong with the soul attraction, I just investigated, and I didn't find anything wrong, you go to the demon world and the demon world to see if there is any change over there." Mo Han said as he spoke, and threw a token for the passage of the Six Realms to Black Wing, going to these two realms in person as his identity will definitely cause an unnecessary sensation, and the most suitable person at the moment is only Black Wing, who has entered the demon from the demon and cultivated into an immortal, is the most suitable.

"Yes." When it comes to business, Black Wing is not ambiguous, and immediately takes the order.

Mo Han walked into the wooden house, the original scarlet clothes on his body suddenly changed into a white clothes, cold and elegant, he added a pot of mountain spring water to the teapot, put it on the small stove on the table, the charcoal in the furnace suddenly burned, he sat on the ground at the table, the red charcoal fire lined his white and smooth face a little ruddy, and his dark eyes with a dark red demon, which added more thrilling beauty.

The water is not long to boil, open the tea pot next to it, scoop out two spoons of tea leaves, put them into two teacups respectively, flush the hot tea into the cup, the tea leaves bloom in the water fragrant tea posture, green and fragrant tea, seems to have a refreshing taste.

Mo Han's well-defined fingers twisted up a teacup and gently brought it to his mouth, but his eyes were looking at the void opposite, where there seemed to be a woman in red, smiling and holding the teacup, sending a cup of tea into the cherry mouth, and then his eyes closed slightly, as if he was reminiscing, and then, putting down the teacup, the corners of his lips bloomed with a smile that captivated the country and the city, lowered his eyebrows and smiled, and said in a crisp and elegant voice: "Han, your tea-making skills seem to be getting better and better." ”

The corners of Mo Han's lips also raised a gentle smile, but immediately after, the person who smiled lightly turned into foam and dissipated, and no one seemed to have moved the teacup opposite.

Mo Han lost his mind for a moment, laughed at himself again, and then took a sip of tea, leaving a fragrance on his lips.

"Master." There was a slight hesitation outside the door, and there was a knock on the door, the door was already open, and You Nier saw the master's side face, and the gentle smile on her lips, and her heart suddenly softened.

"Come in." Mo Han restrained his emotions, put down the teacup, pointed to the opposite position and said, "Sit." ”

You Nier was a little flattered, and sat down tremblingly, her pretended elegant posture in front of outsiders was just to maintain the fragile inferiority complex in her heart, in front of Mo Han, the master, her strong fortresses were all crushed by just a smile.

"Drink tea." Mo Han sat down with a gesture of invitation, and motioned for Younier to take a cup of tea on the other side.

"Okay." You Nier picked up the teacup and drank it all, like a cow chewing a peony, and I don't know if it tastes good.

Mo Han twisted his fingers on the teacup and paused, if it was her, he would definitely praise a good tea.

That's it, but there is only a wisp of soul fragments attached to it, where is it really her, after all, she didn't say anything, just lifted the kettle and refilled a glass for Younier.

The sun has set, the weather in early spring, warm and cold at first, the small stove burning charcoal on the table, and the boiling tea, You Nier somehow came up with a sentence in her mind: "The guests come to tea as wine on a cold night, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling red." As he thought about it, he groaned.