Sucking on the popsicle, Mo Fan suddenly remembered something, he loved to complain and watch the moon, these two points, Jian Changkong seemed to be quite agreeable.

He looked at the sky at a four- or five-degree angle and looked up at the sky with a deep sword, and said tentatively: "The founder of the neighborhood committee?"

"En?" Jian Changkong turned his head and asked Mo Fan, "You called me?"

Mo Fan: "......"

Looking at the bewildered appearance of such a sand sculpture, it is estimated that it is not the big guy in disguise.

"Hey, I didn't hear you very well. Jian Changkong asked, holding the popsicle in his mouth and smoking it like a cigarette.

"It's fine. Mo Fan said speechlessly, he quickly solved the popsicle and asked the other party if he drank tea.

Jian Changkong nodded, and quickly finished eating the popsicle.

Drinking tea under the moon has quite a taste, that is, the wind at night is a little strong, and Mo Fan shiveres when it blows, and he casually arranges a windproof formation.

Taking out the tea set, the two sat opposite each other, Mo Fan said while preparing the tea set: "I already know how to go to the route tomorrow morning, and I can mark the location of the flower on the other side in a general range, if we are lucky, we can find it in two weeks, if we are unlucky, it will only be twenty days." ”

"That's good, since we can narrow it down, then we can avoid the disaster of nothing. Jian Changkong nodded and said.

Mo Fan smiled at the corner of his mouth, raised his head slightly, and said proudly: "Of course, and with me, the chance of encountering danger is even lower, and when the time comes, we only need to fly with the sword, if there is no accident, we may not need to fight." ”

Sword Sky: "......"

"Then we are still here to practice yarn?" Jian Changkong said speechlessly, "This is really here for tourism." ”

"What can I do?"

Mo Fan shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "I used to come here like this, the so-called experience is not much different from traveling, and the real number of actual combat is not more than ten fingers on a pair of hands." ”

Sword Sky: "......"

Ten times of actual combat?!! Jian Changkong was completely depressed, and his previous cultivation had been cultivated to the dog?

"Tsk. Mo Fan looked at the other party's expression was wrong, and couldn't help but say: "It's not that I said that you didn't work hard enough and weren't genius enough, but mainly because I was too good and covered up your light." ”

Sword Sky: "......"

"It's a big night, I don't sleep, I'm running and bragging!"

A crisp and neat female voice sounded, and Lin Liya worked lightly together, and ran to the roof in three or two steps.

Mo Fan saw that the other party was wearing a set of ancient loose pajamas, his long hair was also draped behind him, and his delicate face was shining under the bright moonlight, with a hint of holiness.

"Yo, why are you here?" he asked.

"I wanted to rest, but when I closed the window, I saw the empty shell of the popsicle with a sword in the sky thrown from above. Lin Liya said: "I remember that our rooms are on the fourth floor, and there is naturally something wrong with you garbage coming down from above!"

Sword Sky: "......"

He laughed embarrassedly twice and said, "Did I use a garbage to get a girl?

"There's more to it. Lin Liya flipped her hand and threw the packaging of the two popsicles on Jian Changkong's body.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Jian Changkong hurriedly caught it and said, "I'm not the only one who eats it, why don't you give it back to me!"

As he spoke, he also raised a hand, gave the popsicle package to Mo Fan, and said, "It's yours, let's solve it separately." ”

Mo Fan: "......"

The reason why he littered the garbage was because he saw the hand of the sword Changkong first, and now it's okay, has it been discovered?

"Mo Fan even litters you?" Lin Liya raised her eyebrows and said, "It's all a father, can't you even set an example?"

Mo Fan: "......"

Why is this Lin Liya suddenly in such a bad mood?

Could it be ...... Here it comes?

Think about it carefully, it's three o'clock in the morning, and the other party said that he was going to sleep, which means that he may have been staying up late before, it stands to reason that after the meditation and cultivation are over, the hearts of normal monks are very calm, right, but Lin Liya seems to be too irritable, right?

Mo Fan coughed twice and said to Lin Liya: "Go to bed early, remember to drink more hot water." ”

Lin Liya, Sword Changkong: "......"

Although the two are not people of the same world, the physiological structure and physiological problems are still the same, and the four words of drinking more hot water can be said to be common to the two worlds.

Mo Fan took a teacup, poured some tea for the other party with the teapot first, and said, "Forget it, it's impossible to sleep again today, let's drink tea together." ”

Lin Liya: "......"

Mo Fan gave Jian Changkong a look, and then handed over the popsicle garbage in his hand.

Jian Changkong looked confused, although we know each other, but we can't reach the realm of one eye to convey information, right?

In desperation, in order to force the grid, Jian Changkong did not ask Mo Fan, but silently burned the garbage with a spiritual fire.

"You're such a waste. Mo Fan complained.

Sword Sky: "......"

Ignoring the bickering between the two, Lin Liya took a shallow sip of tea, feeling very sweet, with a natural fragrance, her body was also warm, and her uncomfortable mood had weakened a lot.

"What about the dragon?" Lin Liya asked, after more than twenty teleportation arrays in the morning, Lin Liya could be regarded as knowing the names of the couple who were one meter nine tall and one meter six girls, she asked, "You guys are drinking tea here, why didn't he come up together?"

Mo Fan filled the remaining two teacups, put the teapot down, shook his head and replied, "I guess we are cultivating, and we are drinking tea because of a chance encounter, and we are still very bored." ”

Lin Liya: "......"

The three of them slowly quieted down, looking up at the endless night.

"I said, don't you think it's a little embarrassing?" Mo Fan asked, "It seems a little too quiet, right?"

Lin Liya, Sword Changkong: "......"

Isn't it good to be quiet? I have to make a noise to break the atmosphere.

Sensing some hostile gazes from the two, Mo Fan subconsciously shrank his head and didn't say anything.

He looked up at the moonlight, and suddenly felt that there was no BGM or anything, and it seemed to be a little bit of a bad mood.

Mo Fan remembered that the uncle had given him a cold sound jade flute before, he got up, took it out, and walked slowly to the end of the roof of the inn.

What is he going to do? Playing the flute?

I saw Mo Fan put the jade flute close to his mouth, and did not use his spiritual power, but simply played it.

(End of chapter)