Walking out of the portal, there is an open space in front of you, which is refreshing and pleasant, giving birth to a heroic spirit of "seeing all the mountains at a glance".

"Hoo!" the little girl suddenly cheered.

She ran to the edge of the tower, and shouted excitedly at the little green in the southeast: "Eh...... Hostess, do you hear that...... I'm here!"

"Ah Zi, you must win......"

"Sister Xuanran, I'll go back later, you wash the dishes first......"

"Huh...... Can you hear me?"

......

The little girl's voice was crisp and spread far away.

The sky was silent, speechless, but she didn't care, still shouting at the blue sky on the tower, the white clouds under her feet, as if the people on the other side of the Luna Hotel could really hear her shouting.

"Hehe......"

Nangong smiled knowingly, did not disturb her interest, and walked into the Qinglong Residence alone.

Inside the Qinglong residence, it is still empty and lonely.

Although the dust is spotless, and the ground is as smooth as a mirror, it is clear that Lord Qinglong has not returned. Because the two paintings left behind when I came last time are still pressed under the paperweight at the moment.

"Huh...... Not right......"

Nangong found that this painting had been moved!

At the moment, I couldn't help but be happy, "Could it be that Lord Qinglong has come back?" But he saw the painting, but why didn't he go to the Moon God Hotel?"

The content of the two paintings left by Nangong that day is actually very simple.

The first is a dwarf with no name.

Aruba once said that he and Fu Qinglong were friends, so Nangong did not write down his name and did not have any other explanation. He believed that as soon as Lord Qinglong saw this painting, he would definitely recognize it as Aruba.

In one of the paintings, this self-confidence Nangong still has.

And the second one is the object of the little girl's shouting-the green in the southeast corner of Qinglong City.

With the experience of the dragon in the sky, Nangong did not dare to reveal any relevant information about "dwarf engineering" in the painting, nor did he dare to hint too obviously, so as not to be seen by people with a heart, and it would only increase the branches.

Therefore, he left only two simple paintings, without any textual explanations.

It is expected that Lord Qinglong, as the first sage of the continent, with his wisdom and relationship with Aruba, will definitely be able to comprehend the meaning.

Even if he didn't get it, as long as he could go to the Luna Hotel, it would be enough.

It's just that now it seems......

Since Lord Qinglong has not been to the Moon God Hotel, it means that he still has not returned.

"Maybe someone else has been here......"

As soon as he thought of this, Nangong thought of a person: Long Tao, the young man who was reading "Golden ......" hard even walking.

Before leaving that day, that Long Tao said that he would come to Qinglongju to clean up in the next ten days, it should be that he saw these two paintings and was curious, so he picked them up and looked at them, or maybe he moved them while cleaning.

In this way, Nangong was relieved.

After a while, he remembered the familiar little building again, so he went upstairs to take a walk.

Seeing things and thinking about people, thinking of the beautiful elf young woman who had turned into the "tears of the moon god", Nangong couldn't help but feel sad.

From this and that, he naturally thought of Liang Zi.

As soon as he remembered that day in the precept courtyard, Liang Zi cried heartbreakingly, and his face was full of panic and fear, Nangong felt self-blame and heartache in his heart, and secretly gritted his teeth and swore an oath:

"Auntie, don't worry! One day, I will definitely find the art of restoring yang and resurrect you! Then I will personally return Ah Zi to your hands intact! I will work hard to cultivate, protect her, take care of her, and never let her be hurt in the slightest......"

"Please be patient until that day......"

......

After a long moment of silence, a faint pain came from his mind, waking him up from his gloom.

Thinking too much, it hurts your brain!

Nangong rubbed her eyebrows helplessly, walked downstairs, and called the little girl who was finally tired and was sitting on the chair looking around curiously, and was ready to go back to the hotel.

Unbeknownst to them, as soon as the two of them walked to the portal, a person came out of the teleportation array.

The man walked, but he still held a book and immersed himself in reading hard, as if he "didn't listen to external affairs with both ears, and only read the books of sages and sages".

As soon as he saw this person, Nangong twitched the corners of his mouth, his face was full of irrepressible weirdness, and he subconsciously grabbed the little girl and stood quietly in place and waited.

I saw that although the man was reading with his head down, the top of his head seemed to have eyes. When he walked in front of Nangong, his feet slipped and he naturally slid over.

Déjà vu ......

Last time, in front of the same portal, it was the same young man who was immersed in hard study, and it was also the same smooth pace......

Only this time, there is an extra little girl!

And so, an unexpected change happened so naturally.

I saw that the young man suddenly screamed, and almost bumped into the little girl. In his eagerness, he stiffly stopped and moved sideways, and then flashed to the side.

But unexpectedly, his steps were chaotic and he kicked his own foot. So the whole person saw that he couldn't help but fall forward. His hands fluttered wildly, and even the book flew up, grabbing Nangong's shoulder...... To be precise, it's the chest, and I want to stabilize my figure.

The little girl saw the opportunity quickly, stepped forward in a flash, helped him up, and said with a smile: "Hehe...... If you read, you can read a book, and you should be careful when you walk. It's a good thing I helped me quickly, or you'd have fallen. ”

"Thank you...... Thank you!" the young man thanked in unison.

Just lowered his head for a moment, but a complicated look flashed in his eyes, as if he was surprised and annoyed.

Nangong stretched out his hand to catch the "Golden ......" book, handed it back to him, and said with a smile: "Brother Long, I was thinking of you, but I didn't expect you to appear." ”

This young man is Long Tao, and he can only be Long Tao!

It is estimated that no one in the entire inner courtyard will be like him, even walking and reading the Spring Palace Book to see it so fascinating.

At this time, Long Tao took the book, raised his head, and looked a little dazed: "Are you ......?"

"You don't remember me?" Nangong said with a smile.

"Oh...... Oh...... It's you!" Long Tao looked suddenly enlightened, "I remembered, you are Nangong Shu......! Why did you suddenly change your green skin? I almost don't recognize it......"

Nangong didn't answer this sentence with a black line on his face, and hurriedly changed the topic and asked, "May I ask Brother Long, has Lord Qinglong come back in the past few days?"

Although it had been expected for a long time, Nangong still wanted to confirm it.

"No!" Long Tao replied without thinking.

"That's really the case......" Nangong sighed silently.

Suddenly, Long Tao asked mysteriously, "Brother, I want to ask, the two paintings on the table...... Did you draw it?"

Another question was also confirmed, and Nangong nodded yes.

"Sure enough, you painted it! It's so good!" Long Tao was overjoyed.

"Small tricks, let Brother Long laugh!"

"You're too modest...... That's a magic skill!" Long Tao was full of praise, and when he saw Nangong smiling and didn't answer, he said again: "That...... I'd like to ask you a favor!"

"Brother Long, please speak!"

"I'd like to ask you to draw a few illustrations...... Long Tao suddenly took out another book from the ring on his hand, "This is a rare edition of a good book that I just found from the library ......"

Looking at the way his eyebrows fluttered, Nangong suddenly had an ominous premonition.

“...... The book is a good book, but the fly in the ointment is that it has no illustrations! What a pity! So, I would like to ask you to help me draw some illustrations, what do you think?"

“...... Fruit...... Sure enough!"

......

Nangong also fled and left the Qinglong Residence.

He originally wanted Long Tao to help pay attention, and if Lord Qinglong returned, he would invite him to the hotel to spread the word. As a result, after resolutely rejecting Long Tao's suggestion, he himself was embarrassed to speak!

"That Long Tao...... Oh, that's interesting!" said the little girl, in Miss Lance's tone.

Nangong didn't know what she meant by "a little interesting", but when he thought of some books that made people blush, he had to avoid the topic with silence.

Under the repeated requests of the little girl, Nangong took her ...... To be precise, it was she who took Nangong and walked around the inner courtyard for more than two hours, and it was not until late afternoon that they returned to the Luna Hotel.

As soon as I got out of the carriage, I saw a girl in white standing in the shade of a tree, holding a book in one hand and gesturing with the other......

Cooking?

"Sister Uproar, what are you doing?" the little girl greeted from afar.

Lin Xuanran raised his head, and when he saw that it was Nangong and the others, he nodded lightly, and then lowered his head again.

With doubts, Nangong took a closer look and found that what she was holding in her hand was indeed a cookbook.

Then she saw a small bench and a small pile of strange things in the doorway not far from her. When I looked closely, I found that it was a bunch of peanuts that had been pinched and crushed with shells and kernels.

"What is this for, grinding peanut butter?" asked the little girl.

Nangong shrugged, "I don't know." ”

Just as he was wondering, the door suddenly opened.

I saw Liang Zi walking out with a basket, and as soon as he sat down on the small bench, he began to skillfully peel the peanut shell.

Pinch, to be exact!

I saw her pinching her fingers lightly and "snapping"...... A peanut becomes a lump of foam.

Liang Zi frowned, as if he was quite annoyed. Unconvinced, I picked up the second one again and "snapped...... Another peanut has suffered.

In a short time, her hands were covered with scraps.

Nangong looked at it for a while, and asked curiously: "Ah Zi, what are you doing here? If you want to grind peanut milk, isn't there a stone mill in the store?"

"......" Liang Zi glanced up at him, then lowered his head again, ignored it, and continued to ravage the basket of poor peanuts.

The little girl smiled and said, "Hehe...... Ah Zi, your method of grinding peanut butter is much easier than stone grinding!"

In the face of such praise, Liang Zi was not only happy, but a little annoyed.

Grabbing both hands, rubbing them violently, there was a crisp crackling sound, Liang Zi glanced at the little girl coldly, and the right hand that was clenched into a fist slowly stretched out.

A pile of powder mixed with peanut shells and kernels slowly drifted from between his fingers and drifted away in the wind, as if to say, "If you dare to laugh again, this is what will happen to you......"

“......”

The little girl and Nangong shrank their necks at the same time, not daring to say more.

Casting his eyes to the side of Lin Xuanran, Nangong couldn't help but ask, "...... Xuanran?"

"She peeled her shell and practiced, and I read books and learned to cook. Lin Xuanran replied without raising his head.

"Practice?!"

"Learn to cook?!"

Nangong and the little girl looked at each other.

As soon as she thinks of the "delicacies" cooked by Lin Xuanran herself, she usually eats the "ghost face sacred heart", so it is understandable and worth advocating for her to learn cuisine.

But peel peanut shells to practice......

This method is too unique!

"Huh...... It's kind of interesting!" The little girl laughed again at the thought of some beautiful picture that might appear in the future, in Miss Reims's tone.