"Uh, okay, good night third uncle..."

Qianqiao frowned, she always felt that the third uncle was a little weird today, but she couldn't tell what the fault was, and she couldn't figure it out, so she had to leave obediently, and closed the door thoughtfully before leaving.

“......”

After the girl left, Nangong Wenqing turned around, and suddenly felt that the study room, which was not very spacious, was now extremely empty, just like the half year of Qianqiao's retreat...

The thought that she would be away from here for a hundred years made it seem like something was missing in her heart.

Nangong Wenqing frowned, stretched out his hand to hold his heart but it was not relieved, and in the end, even breathing became a little difficult, and after silently reciting the heart purification formula several times, he felt a little better.

The right hand that held down his heart slowly drooped, Nangong Wenqing raised his eyes and looked around, and his gaze finally fixed on the place where the girl had sit, and he didn't move away for a long time...

*

After Qian Qian returned to the room, she carefully took out the Mo Yun Sword and placed it on the table, staring at it for a long time but not daring to reach out and touch it.

Before the retreat, she ran away because she was afraid of being beaten, and as a result, she forgot to tell Mo Yun about her retreat.

Now that half a year has passed, and I only come to report now, I always feel that I will die a miserable death.

After struggling for a long time, Qian Qiao suddenly realized a serious problem.

Why should I report to him on my own retreat? Isn't this my own business? What are you afraid of? Don't be intimidated, just go up!

After self-hypnotizing for a long time, Qian Qiao finally stretched out her hand to Mo Yun Jian, and when she entered the space again, looking at the furnishings in front of her that had not changed as much as half a year ago, Qian Qiao suddenly felt a little nostalgic.

"Mo Yun?"

Looking around and finding that the person was not there, Qianqiao breathed a sigh of relief, although she brainwashed herself, she was still a little stunned in her heart.

"Call me?"

"Hmm!"

The faint voice sounded in her ears, and Qian Qiao's newly relaxed heart instantly rose to her throat, and just as she was about to scream, Mo Yun, who had been prepared, directly reached out to cover her mouth.

"Tsk, why are you so brave when you haven't seen you for half a year?"

Seeing that Qianqiao's mood was stable, Mo Yun didn't forget to wash his hands with a cleansing technique when he withdrew his hand, and everything seemed to be the same as half a year ago.

"Ahem, I'm not mentally prepared~ Where have you gotten old?"

Although Mo Yun behaved very ordinarily, Qian Qian didn't dare to be careless, generally there is a unified name for this situation, it is called the tranquility before the storm.

Qian Qiao thought about it, so he took a step back without a trace and kept his distance from the other party, so as to ensure that if he hit someone, he could run away as soon as possible.

"Where do you think I can go? I have an acre and three points of land here, how can you have a wide area outside~"

Mo Yun said as he took out a knife out of nowhere, turned it between his slender fingers a few times, and slowly trimmed his nails with it.

Qian Qian watched him shave his nails with a knife, and always felt that what Mo Yun really wanted to shave was actually her head, so she took a step back without a trace.

"Ahem, you misunderstood, I went into retreat..."

"Oh... Retreat, retreat is good~ Half a year has passed as soon as I close my eyes~"

After listening to Qianqiao's explanation, Mo Yun's fingers only paused slightly, and then he began to trim his nails again.

"Look, look at what you said, hehe... Mo Yun, ah, no, no, it's Mo Yun's senior, please sit here, how tired you are standing, sit down and rest, the little one will pour you a cup of tea to quench your thirst..."

Qian Qiao was a little stunned by the knife in his hand, and when he was worried about how to coax this ancestor, he glanced at the teapot on the table out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly had an idea, and quickly asked Mo Yun to sit down, and poured him a cup of tea courteously.