There were six girls beside the man, the eldest of whom was about sixteen years old, about the size of Morrowind now, and she stood on the man's left hand side. There was also a girl on his right, who looked only slightly smaller than the one on his left. Both girls hugged his arm tightly and looked very intimate.

In front of him, there were three teenage girls, all of whom were in a squatting position, each holding their faces and posing cutely.

Except for the five of them, the last girl, the youngest, seemed to be only ten years old, and she sat high on the man's neck, and two little feet without shoes hung on his chest, one of which was still raised high. The girl smiled brightly, and she was missing a quarter of her teeth in her mouth during the tooth replacement period, but she didn't care about it at that time.

"It's you." Holding back a smile, Morning Wind turned his head to look at the woman beside him.

Although the image of herself in this huge photo is a little unpleasant, Qingyin dares to hang it in the most conspicuous place in the hall, which shows that she doesn't care about it at all.

The woman nodded lightly and introduced the painting to him: "This picture was taken sixteen years ago, as you can see, the youngest girl is me, isn't it very similar." ”

As she spoke, she also learned that the girl in the photo raised her hands high and smiled brightly.

"Haha, the eighteenth year of the female college has changed, and the more you have become, the more beautiful you are, you are much more beautiful than you were at that time."

Yes, compared to her who was very immature at that time, she is like a fairy now, and she is completely worthy of the word "flawless".

"What's the use of being beautiful, alas, it's been going through the years, and things are wrong." The woman sighed softly, her eyes clouded with a fog. Every time she recalls the past, her heart is stained with a layer of sadness.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm the only one left in this castle now, big and empty."

Sixteen years ago, the picture was taken in front of the castle with a man and six girls, but now only the youngest girl remains.

What about the others? Where have they all gone? Where did you go with a man who resembles you?

In this empty hall, a sadness suddenly rose in Chenfeng's heart. What would happen to him if he were replaced and the dearest and most loved people around him disappeared or left one by one? I'm afraid it's similar to the woman next to me, often looking at painting and being sad.

"The man in the photo who looks like you is my master, and all six of us sisters are orphans adopted by him. You should also know about the cataclysm twenty years ago, in one day, almost all the cities on the entire earth were in ruins, and very few people could survive, if it weren't for him, I'm afraid I would have died on that day. ”

Yes, she was only six years old at the time, what could a six-year-old girl do? Adults can't help themselves yet, let alone her.

The woman's voice swallowed, and she continued to recall: "We have reformed a happy family, but happiness is destined to not last forever. On that day ten years ago, he was gone, forever. Without the backbone, our family is gradually dying out. The sisters found their own home, and they left one by one. It's just me, and I've been here for 10 years......"

"And what about you, will you continue to hold on here?" Morrowind asked urgently.

Somehow, he especially didn't want that home to dissipate like that.

But it didn't go as he wanted, the woman shook her head lightly and said: "I have Ah Yi now, and it is only a matter of time before I marry him. ”

"Then ......" Morrowind seemed to want to say something.

"Okay, let's not talk about it, recalling those past events will only add to the sadness." Qingyin stretched out his hand to stop him, "Don't forget, you still have something very important to do!" ”

"...... something, cultivation?" Didn't she say that she just had fun today and didn't need to cultivate.

For Morrowind, apart from cultivation, he didn't seem to have anything important to do.

Qingyin saw that he couldn't remember, so he grabbed his ear and pointed to his straight long legs: "Don't try to cheat, you said that the sewing is better than before." ”

The young man was speechless for a while, it turned out to be this.

He is not a tailor, where can he sew and mend, at that time it was just to coax her to say casually, but I never thought that she would be so serious.

However, she is the master in her house, and she is whatever she says, and Morrowind thought about it and had no right to refuse, so she had to nod helplessly.

Seeing that he agreed, the smile on the woman's face bloomed like a flower, and she quickly pulled the young man upstairs: "You hurry up and sew it for me, I'll wear it later!" ”

Wait? Isn't it time to go to bed soon?

The boy looked at her and asked, "Do you still wear it when you sleep?" ”

"I don't wear it when I sleep, can't I wear it tomorrow?!"

Well, you can't reason with women, it's all they are reasonable anyway.

The woman pulled the morning breeze into a room, which was full of light pink, and there was a faint fragrance, although it was not the same as the fragrance on the woman's body, but it was also very similar. Such a room looked like a woman's boudoir, and the boy had never imagined that she would take him straight back to the bedroom.

Just believe in yourself? Not defended at all.

But this thought flashed in Morrowind's mind, who is the person, the top powerhouse in the world, and himself, a rookie, the two are very different, how can he be qualified to let the family fortify.

"Alright, you just sit down." The woman pointed to the dresser and said, "The needle and thread are ready for you, you can use it as you please." ”

Things can be used casually, but the result has to satisfy her.

Sitting at the dresser, the boy looked at his face through the mirror, and he seemed to be able to see that he was a little apprehensive.

He has really never done this kind of work, how dare he guarantee that he will be able to do it well.

If he didn't do it well, he turned his head to look at the woman with an expectant face, and his little heart beat a few more times, "If I sew ugly, will she tear me ...... directly?"

The woman took off her stockings and handed them over, and specially added: "You smell it, it doesn't stink at all." ”

"......" doesn't have that special fetish, why should I smell it.

Ignoring it, the young man still carefully looked at the stockings in front of him, and he found that the stockings that had been worn for a day were no different from new ones except for a few small holes in the ointment, and there were no sweat stains on them.

Seeing this, he seemed to remember something again. Now he has a little doubt, and he is also a little curious: "Does this woman take such care of the clothes on her body so much?" The uppers of her shoes were smooth and there was not a single wear and tear, and the clothes on her body were not wrinkled in the slightest, and she would cry and cry for the stockings that had a few small holes......"

Clothes should be as light as a hairbreak for a top powerhouse like them, but why did she ......