Hearing this, his face was slightly moved, and his cold complexion was also stretched out a little, and his big palm gently rubbed the top of Su Yun's dyed hair, with a soothing meaning, Xuan Tong smiled slightly and spoke softly.

"Senior brother is not tired."

As he spoke, Xuan Yun raised his palm slightly, his slender fingers in mid-air, as if he had passed through a void realm, suddenly probed for something, and presented it to Su Yunran.

The big hand with the distinct bones holding the blue carved saucer slowly emerged from the illusory light, on which there were a few pieces of delicate dim sum, with a faint fragrance, the appearance of the stamen was very lovely, and it was also dotted with crystal jam, like a drop of condensation, which could refract a faint halo, with a warm color that could not be ignored, which showed the intentions of the person who made this dim sum.

Looking at the dim sum in his hand, Xuan Tong raised his eyebrows slightly, and with a movement of his hand, he sent this plate of dim sum to Su Yunran, and rubbed the top of her hair with the other hand, feeling the soft touch of the green silk with a faint fragrance, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he spoke softly.

"I've been tossing for so long today, I guess you're hungry too."

"Let's have some snacks first."

"Okay."

Suddenly, Su Yunran's eyes lit up, nodded heavily, immediately stretched out his hand, happily took the delicate plate, and did not forget to tilt his head at Xuan Yun, smiled brightly, his feet were settled, and he sat obediently.

"Xiao Ling, thank you, senior brother."

As he spoke, Su Yunran lowered his head, held the plate in one hand, stretched out his other hand, shook his slender fingers lightly in front of him, picked up a piece of dim sum at random, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, as if he had found something amazing, his eyes lit up again, and his voice rose slightly, with an obvious sense of joy.

"This is Lianbo Cake!"

A pair of clear eyes blinked, Su Yunran raised his hand, looked at Xuan Tong with surprise on his face, and the corners of his mouth hooked up an obvious arc, revealing deep joy.

"Senior brother, did this Aunt Hua do it?"

"That's right."

His face was slightly moved, Xuan Tong stretched out his hand, and the strength suppression and brutal abuse not far away continued, and the blood was permeated, dyeing a large area of the night red, weird and enchanting.

Gently rubbing the top of Su Yun's dyed hair, Xuan Yun hooked his lips slightly, smiled gently, and slowly spoke with great patience, without half a point of murderous aura.

It seemed that not far away, the ongoing madness, and the terrible scream, had nothing to do with him.

"The master summoned me back to the master this time, explained some things, and sent me to look for you."

"I heard that I was going to come to look for you, so Aunt Hua made some lotus cakes and asked me to bring them to you, she knows that you love this one the most on weekdays, and besides, you have been out of school for many years, and you have never gone back for so many years, and you have never met again, she misses you very much."

"She knows your mouth, but it's tricky, this lotus cake, on the side, is not so authentic, if there is a little mistake in the heat, you will dislike it in every way, Aunt Hua is worried that you are worried, so I will bring it to you and relieve your hunger."

Flicked Su Yun's white forehead lightly, as if he had thought of something interesting, Xuan Yun's smile was gentle, and the coldness on his face melted little by little, until it turned into a pool of warm water.

"Aunt Hua has been talking about you all day long, and she is still thinking that she wants to go out of the school and cook for you every day."

Swallowing the pastry in his mouth, the soft little tongue sticks out, wiping the crumbs off the thin lips, feeling the sweet and fragrant taste, swallowing it all, and a deeper smile between his eyebrows and eyes.

Listening to Xuan Yun's words, Su Yunran couldn't help but raise his thin eyebrows, flattened his mouth, and his voice was slightly sullen.

"Xiao Ling also wants to bring Aunt Hua home, but"

After a pause, he threw a piece of pastry into his mouth again, chewed it casually, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his somewhat inexplicable laughter and helplessness were dyed in his somewhat indistinct voice.

"If Xiaoling takes Aunt Hua away, I'm afraid the uncles will chase after her,"

As he spoke, he winked at Xuan Yun mischievously, his pale thin lips raised a few points, with the unique playfulness of his little daughter's family, and there was an undisguised sparkle between his eyes.

"Yes."

The big palm stretched out, straightening out the hair on his forehead that was blown by the night wind for Su Yunran, and the gentle spiritual power gushed out, supporting an invisible enchantment around the little girl on her side, blocking the night wind with the cold, and the temperature rose little by little, dispelling the chill around her body.

"Aunt Hua knows your appetite best."

"You."

The slender fingers flicked Su Yunran's forehead again, with an undisguised temperature on his face, and the smile was a lot kinder, but on this cold face, there was no sense of disobedience.

With a gentle "hey", Su Yunran shook his head, stretched out his hand, covered his forehead with a wide coat, flattened his mouth, and glanced at Xuan Yun obliquely, his face wrinkled slightly.

Such an aggrieved look inevitably carried a bit of coquettishness, Xuan Tong couldn't help but hook his lips, his brows stretched a little, his big palm covered Su Yunran's forehead, rubbed it gently, and the voice with a smile slowly sounded.

"Your mouth was raised by Aunt Hua."

Grinning his lips, Su Yunran chuckled, blinked at Xuan Tong's clear eyes, without the slightest sense of embarrassment, chewed the snack in his mouth, swallowed it, smacked his lips, a faint sense of intoxication appeared on his face, and slowly spoke.

"Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I've eaten the dim sum made by Aunt Hua herself."

Smacking his mouth again and shaking his head slightly, Su Yunran narrowed his eyes, as if he remembered something, and his voice carried a bit of melancholy.

"So, when is it time for Xiaoling to go back?"

"It's time to go back."

Gently rubbing the top of Su Yun's dyed hair, looking at the little girl who was eating with relish, Xuan Tong smiled, and the undisguised temperature of his palm carried a soothing meaning, and coaxed softly.

"After a while, it will be the birthday of an uncle in the master's sect, and at that time, the masters should send us a message to summon all our disciples who have already left the school to go back and celebrate the birthday of that uncle with everyone."

"After all, that uncle is already an advanced age."

Hearing this, his eyes moved, Su Yunran raised his eyes, and his gaze moved from the plate of pastries to Xuan Yun's deep face, which happened to meet the pair of obscure eyes, which was meaningful.

At that moment, as if he understood something, Su Yunran raised his lips, chuckled a few times, and there was a slight sense of clarity in his eyes, but his face did not show any difference.

"That's right."

After a pause, his faint gaze seemed to be inadvertently withdrawn, and he glanced at Gong Zhaohui, who was thoughtful, Su Yunran raised his lips, smiled inexplicably, and his voice rose a little.

"Senior brother, don't say it, Xiaoling is about to forget."

"That uncle, I should be planning to do a big deal this year, right?"