Chapter 12: The Sleeves of the Old Sycamore

"Me!" Mo Yuan walked around Yun Xuan impatiently, not knowing how to explain the situation last night, "Hey! You, a white-faced student who has never seen the world and only knows how to see a doctor, tell you that you don't understand! ”

"Oh? Then you tell me patiently and let me open my eyes. Yun Xuan felt a little funny, and put his hands behind his back, looking like he was listening.

Being able to teach Yun Xuan a lesson, that was the most proud thing for Mo Yuan, so he added fuel and vinegar to tell the old Wutong about last night, it was amazing, if he hadn't known Mo Yuan's bragging, Yun Xuan would have almost believed it.

Mo Yuan said that he didn't see the face of the old sycamore clearly, but he knew his clothes, so he depicted the appearance of the old sycamore with his unbridled imagination, "Although the fairy is ordinary, a little cinnabar on the forehead is particularly conspicuous, obviously a male fairy, but it is not a cinnabar, it should be a place where the fairy power gathers." Yun Xuan, don't worry, you look much more beautiful than that fairy, I think no one can be more beautiful than you except the goddess and immortal. But the fairy is really extraordinary, the fairy is the fairy, and he can swagger up and down when he does sneaky things, raise his head and chest, and walk lightly, like a feather. ”

Yun Xuan glanced at him, but did not answer, and let him brag.

"Look at your little eyes, think I'm bragging, I'm telling you, I'm really not talking nonsense, the clothes they wear are all high-quality materials, I can't help but see it and touch it! I still have proof! Mo Yuan said, took out the broken sleeve from the cuff, and dangled it in front of Yun Xuan.

Yun Xuan only glanced at it, and knew that the fabric was not small, it could not be woven by the human world, and the ochre-colored sleeves were sewn with fine dark lines with gold threads, and the sunlight shone on them, and the lines were as if they were alive. Take the dragon clan as an example, the dragon clan has always been noble and hierarchical, and he has only seen such textures and colors in the old dragon king. The old dragon king's clothes are all ochre, embroidered with dragon patterns, I don't know if the immortal in Mo Yuan's mouth is the same identity as the old dragon king. Yun Xuan just stretched out his hand to take a closer look, Mo Yuan hid behind him with a swish, looking at Yun Xuan with an expression of inadequacy.

"Show me!" Yun Xuan frowned slightly, his voice sounded undisturbed, but his heart rippled the moment he saw the cloth, he didn't expect someone to automatically send it to the door, this really saved him a lot of effort, and he had been traveling in the world for more than ten years, and finally let him wait until today.

"What I'm saying is true, you still don't believe it." Mo Yuan deliberately teased him, dangling his clothes in front of Yun Xuan.

"Show me, I don't believe you?" Yun Xuan was funny, he didn't have the same knowledge as Mo Yuan, he just wanted to see the broken half of the sleeve in a hurry.

"Huh?" Mo Yuan just didn't give it, jumped on the table and smiled evilly at Yun Xuan.

"Ruan Ruan has made an appointment to go to my pharmacy tomorrow to see a doctor." Yun Xuan had nothing to do with him, so he had to move Miss Ruan Ruan out. Mo Yuan likes Ruan Ruan, but Ruan Ruan thinks he is too romantic and doesn't look down on him at all, he used to talk, but now he directly avoids him, causing Mo Yuan to suffer from lovesickness every day. Mo Yuan always asked Yun Xuan to inquire about Ruan Ruan's situation, but he was a decent man, how could he do this kind of thing for him.

"Really?" Mo Yuan's eyes lit up, like a hungry wolf seeing a little white rabbit.

"Seriously, when I saw Ruan Ruan Niang that day, I said that I had a cough for a while and it didn't get better."

"So coincidentally?"

"What a coincidence, believe it or not." Yun Xuan took advantage of Mo Yuan's stunned moment, and snatched the half of the ochre-colored sleeve.

Mo Yuan screamed strangely, and wanted to grab the sleeve, but Yun Xuan gently went to the side, Mo Yuan threw himself into the air, and fell to the ground on all fours. With a whining in his mouth, he had to ask Yun Xuan to help him up.

Yun Xuan's attention was all on the sleeves of the cloth, and the soft and smooth feeling in his hand was not comparable to the coarse cloth clothes on his body. The embroidery is also very exquisite, the feet are fine but thick and fine, which can well reflect the atmosphere and sensitive character of the owner of this dress. Could it be that Mo Yuan was really saved by the gods? It's just that he is just a mortal, why is he so valued?

Mo Yuan called Yun Xuan twice, but when he didn't answer, he bared his teeth at him and walked away. He had long been accustomed to Yun Xuan's distractions from time to time, and before he came back to his senses, he didn't know that this kid was on fire.

Yun Xuan carefully put away the half of the sleeve, the business of the pharmacy is very busy, and the matter of this sleeve should be thought about in the dead of night.