Because of the previous incident, knowing Liu Yanchang's personality, Yang Chan certainly didn't want Mu Qingxiao to have more contact with the latter, so as not to be ruined by this kind of person.

The jealousy in Liu Yanchang's eyes flashed, and a far-fetched smile appeared on his face.

Unexpectedly, the latter, like himself, was rescued by these two girls, but the difference in treatment was too big.

Why can he only sleep on the straw in the kitchen, and the latter can sleep in a delicate small bamboo building, and there is such a beautiful woman to serve.

Although Chaoxia is also delicate and small, it is not a grade at all compared to Yang Chan.

Liu Yanchang is just an ordinary man, and his obscure gaze naturally cannot escape Mu Qingxiao's keen senses.

"Brother Liu, I remember that you are going to Beijing to take the exam, but your face is very bad, it is estimated that you froze your body last night, so you can recuperate here for a while for the time being."

Mu Qingxiao has cultivated for a few days, his face has completely recovered, his sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his eyes are as rich as jade, he looks forward to the brilliance, his white shirt is dusty, and his voice is clear and gentle, even Chaoxia can't hate it, let alone Yang Chan, who has long fallen.

"Brother Lao Mu is worried, since this is the case, forgive Liu for disturbing me."

Although I don't know that Miss Chaoxia doesn't have a good impression of her, and Miss Yang Chan is also very cold, since Mu Qingxiao gave him this opportunity, of course he won't refuse.

Mu Qingxiao had already spoken, even if Yang Chan and Chaoxia wanted to get rid of Liu Yanchang, but they couldn't find a reason for a while, so they could only give up and let Liu Yanchang stay here.

Chaoxia didn't want to see this disgusting face, and walked directly in the direction of Xiyue Temple, Yang Chan rarely went to Xiyue Temple recently, so she could only stare at it, if someone came to worship, she had to inform Niangniang afterwards and bless mortals.

came back to his senses, Chaoxia had already left, Mu Qingxiao was holding Yang Chan's hand, the two walked by the small lake, Yang Chanzhen leaned on his shoulder, completely looking like a newlywed wife's sweet and happy appearance.

Suddenly, Liu Yanchang became angry, turned around, his face became extremely gloomy, and walked quickly towards the kitchen.

The back mountain of Huashan has the transformation of Yang Chan and Chaoxia, surrounded by flowers, lush and crisp trees, and fragrant birds.

The willows swaying in the wind by the lake, the warm sunlight pouring down through the clouds, and the sparkling waves in the lake are picturesque.

"Why, I was also rescued by someone, why can this little white face win the heart of a beauty, but he looks at me coldly."

However, sitting on the kitchen haystack, Liu Yanchang didn't have the slightest intention of appreciating the scenery, his face was gloomy, his head was drooping, his heart was full of jealousy, and the beautiful and dignified figure lingered in his mind.

When he saw Yang Chan, he seemed to see the Three Holy Mother, and he couldn't suppress the possessiveness in his heart, and he had an urge to occupy her.

"However, Miss Yang Chan's appearance is really eight points similar to the statue of the Three Virgins, that dignified and noble temperament, if you can be with Wu/Shanyun/Rain, she will really die without regrets, but I didn't expect to cheapen that little white face."

Saying that, a thick resentment surged into Liu Yanchang's heart, if he had come two days earlier, the woman should have belonged to him, and he blamed the little white face for getting drunk in Huayin City.

Thinking that Yang Chan already had a place in his heart, Liu Yanchang felt more and more uncomfortable in his heart, and his gloomy eyes narrowed, not knowing what was brewing.

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As time passed, the two days passed in a flash.

Recently, Yang Chan has never been to Xiyue Temple, and she is tired of being with Mu Qingxiao on weekdays, and she is very happy every day, and her relationship is getting closer and closer.

Although Mu Qingxiao said that it was a fake illness, he controlled his body with fairy energy, his complexion was getting better and better day by day, and he was very intimate with Yang Chan in the small bamboo building at night, except for the last step, there was no difference from other couples.

Yang Chan is not very happy about this, although she is not married yet, but in her heart, Mu Qingxiao is already her husband, and no one can replace her.

Chaoxia is also very knowledgeable, and she never came to be a light bulb again, and obediently stayed in the Xueying Palace of Xiyue Temple, dealing with some trivial matters in the temple.

Recently, whether it is Mu Qingxiao pretending to be sick or Liu Yanchang's fake illness has been cured.

At this time, in the delicate bamboo building, Mu Qingxiao hugged Yang Chan, and her palm quietly reached into her placket, making her pink lips open lightly and let out a low moan.

"Niangniang, someone is asking for a signature, come to Xueying Palace quickly."

Suddenly, Yang Chan's voice sounded in her mind, she woke up, pulled out Mu Qingxiao's strange palm, and hammered his chest a few times with a pink fist, as if she was coquettish.

"Mu Lang, I suddenly remembered something, let's talk about it in the evening......"

After that, without waiting for Mu Qingxiao to answer, Yang Chan tidied up her clothes, and when she left the bamboo building, she turned into a rainbow light and swept towards Xiyue Temple.

When Yang Chan left, Mu Qingxiao smiled bitterly, but there was no way, he raised his hand and smelled it, the feeling of eclipsed/soul erosion/bone just now was simply unstoppable.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the bamboo building, Mu Qingxiao's eyes froze, and he said, "Please come in." ”

"Brother Mu, are you feeling better?"

The bamboo door was pushed open, and I saw a young man in a green shirt and a Confucian robe walking in, who else could there be if it wasn't Liu Yanchang.

"It turned out to be Brother Liu, thank you for your concern, my body has fully recovered."

Liu Yanchang smiled slightly and said: "That's good, Liu's body has also recovered, but he is about to enter Beijing to take the exam, I don't know if I can have the opportunity to meet Brother Mu in this life, this Huashan has beautiful scenery, can I invite Brother Mu to go out for a walk?" ”

"It's okay, just go out and breathe."

Glancing at Liu Yanchang, Mu Qingxiao smiled at the corner of his mouth, he wanted to see what the hell Liu Yanchang was going to do.

Seeing him so chic and with an extraordinary temperament, Liu Yanchang was even more jealous in his heart, and he strengthened his thoughts in his heart.

"Please."

With that, the two walked towards Huashan.

However, not long after walking upward, Liu Yanchang was already out of breath, a touch of fine sweat appeared on his face, and he glanced at Mu Qingxiao, who was breathing slowly, and his heart was full of sneers.

"Brother Mu is in good health, obviously born in a wealthy family, but his physical strength is better than that of poor people like us."

Hearing this, Mu Qingxiao smiled in return, but he didn't explain, but Liu Yanchang invited him to go up the mountain, I'm afraid he had bad intentions, right?

Originally, they lived halfway up the back mountain, so they had already reached the top of the mountain half an hour later.

The top of Huashan Mountain is steep, and a few steps forward is a misty cliff, although the scenery is good, but it also has great risks.

At this moment, standing above the clouds and looking into the distance, you can faintly see the sparse villages.

Liu Yanchang, who was out of breath, sat on the ground, kept breathing air, glanced at Mu Qingxiao, and saw that he was still the same as no one, and his heart was even more unbalanced.

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PS: There is a chapter in front of me that is not enough words, and I can't get full attendance, so I can only make up for it in writing a chapter, MMP, and I don't have time to write a new book.

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