The small, looming pear vortex is very sweet.

The first time Yao'er saw this immortal smile, she opened her mouth wide in surprise, and then hugged Shen Yue very excitedly, like a little wombat, her voice was sweet and soft.

"I like to see the immortals laugh, and the immortals will often smile at me in the future, okay?"

He seems to be coquettish, and his voice is a little coquettish, and he is coquettish.

After speaking, he took his little short legs and picked up the flowers he had just worked so hard to pick, and stuffed them all into Shen Yue's arms.

"It's all for you, and as long as you smile at me, I can pick you better flowers."

His tone was depressing, as if he had picked gold.

Shen Yue lowered her head, her black hair fell, her eyes were smiling, the breeze blew her green silk, her eyebrows and eyes were like a clear spring gurgling, clean and pure.

"This flower is really beautiful."

Although she couldn't see it, she just felt that it was beautiful, everything in this Fengyan Valley must be beautiful.

Unfortunately, she didn't have the opportunity to watch it.

The thick fragrance of flowers is not flushed, Shen Yue's face is in the midst of these purple and red flowers, white like snow in the sky, the moon and the ground.

The white jade-like fingertips gently touched the delicate flowers, but the pale pink fingertips were more conspicuous and beautiful than those gorgeous flowers.

Shen Yue suddenly asked, "Does Yao'er know the medicine that brings the dead back to life?" ”

Yao'er is still in the sweet joy, his white and tender cheeks are still stained with some dirt, which he accidentally rubbed on when he picked flowers just now.

When he heard Shen Yue's words, he was stunned for a moment, thought about it with his own brain, and then shook his head, "I haven't heard of it." ”

Shen Yue was not discouraged when she heard this, it was normal for Yao'er not to know, after all, she was just a child, and she didn't remember too much, so she just asked.

But Yao'er took it to heart, he grabbed Shen Yue's hand with his fat fingers, and asked softly in a soft and sweet voice, "Is that thing important to the immortals?" ”

Shen Yue thought for a moment and nodded, "It's very important." ”

Yao'er secretly remembered it in her heart.

When Changsheng came back, he saw the scene of Shen Yue being surrounded by flowers.

The snow-white clothes were covered with bright red petals, and the long hair like a waterfall hung obliquely all over the body, stained with a little bit of falling red.

Changsheng quietly walked over, reached out and grabbed her dangling sleeve, and pulled it as if teasingly.

Shen Yue turned his head to look over, his eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and his eyes refracted a dim light.

"Yao'er, don't make trouble."

She thought it was Yao'er playing tricks on her again.

Haruka is chasing a beautiful butterfly on the other side, a child is such a character, always wanting to give his most beautiful things to his favorite person.

He took a fancy to the butterfly and wanted to give it to the immortals.

Changsheng had the idea of mischief, and he didn't say a word, he approached silently, stretched out his hand and gently touched the tip of Shen Yue's nose, and then quickly retracted it when Shen Yue raised his hand.

It's a lot of tricks to repeat it like this.

The tip of Shen Yue's nose was very itchy, and when he saw that "Yao'er" was still disobedient, he hugged him.

Shen Yue's overly tall and sturdy body made Shen Yue stunned, and Changsheng was also shocked by this sudden hug, his whole body became extremely stiff, his pupils constricted slightly, and his hand was subconsciously raised.

Time seems to be losing time at this moment.

The faint fragrance mixed with the thick floral fragrance became a very tempting taste, maintained in a somewhat stiff posture, with a sweet shyness.

This extremely strange and intimate feeling made Changsheng's earlobes redden, and the hand that fell to his side unconsciously clenched into a fist.

"Immortality."

Shen Yue smelled the faint medicinal fragrance on the man's body, she slowly let go of her hand, and raised her head to call his name.

The soft and cool body left, and for some reason, a deep sense of loss fell in his heart, and he bit the tip of his tongue to suppress the strange sourness that spread out of his heart.

"It's me."

Shen Yue was sitting, but listening to the man's voice, she could feel that he was above her, and her eyebrows were clear, like a distant mountain and still water.

She asked very simply, "You were touching me just now?" ”

The falling flowers blown by the wind fluttered over and smashed on the shoulders of Shen Yue's white shirt and rolled down gently, the whiter the whiter, the red lined with blood.

When Changsheng heard this, his cheeks were so shocked that he turned a faint flush, his eyebrows and eyes were shy, and his tongue didn't obey, "I, I didn't touch your ......"

I just want to touch you.

Changsheng didn't say the next words, and looked at Shen Yue with heavy eyes.

In the middle of the night, Changsheng was still fiddling with those herbs, and the figure of a person was stretched by the candle flame.

Outside, there was the sound of cicadas chirping, and the sound of the breeze beating against the windows was cool.

Changsheng wrote down all the herbs he picked today on a stack of paper, and his handwriting was the same as his person, clear and smooth.

"If you don't sleep, you won't grow tall."

Changsheng let out a faint voice, and the sneaky little figure that had been hiding at the door appeared and walked over with a twist.

Changsheng didn't raise his eyes, "You don't sleep so late, what are you doing at the pharmacy?" ”

Gently stepping on the shadow with her toes, Yao'er snapped her fingers, "...... I'm looking for a medicine. ”

"What medicine?" Changsheng dipped some ink and continued to record.

"The medicine that brings the dead back to life."

The originally smooth brush was stunned, and after a while, there were traces of thick ink, but no one cared, Changsheng raised his head, and in the dim light, his expression was dim and uncertain.

He asked lightly, "What are you looking for this?" ”

Yao'er straightened her little chest, her immature face was a simple and innocent smile, and her voice was soft and sweet, "The immortal said that this medicine is very important to her, I want to find it and give it to her, the immortal will definitely be very happy, and I will be happy if she is happy." ”

Changsheng squeezed the brush in his hand tightly, and with a click, he was directly pinched in half.

Anger spread with distorted dark emotions, and a thick sourness flowed from the deepest part of the heart, the heart seemed to be clenched by someone, and the fingertips of Changsheng were so hard that they lost their blood, and the emotions tumbling in the always calm black eyes were rich.

His voice was hoarse and dry, as if he was desperately suppressing something.

"Did she come to you herself? Got you looking here? ”

Yao'er didn't see anything wrong with Changsheng, the smile on his face faded a little, and he pouted a little, "No, I want to find it, because I think that flavor medicine seems to be very important to immortals." ”

Because the immortal thinks it is important, he wants to find it and give it to her.

Changsheng lowered his head, only to feel that his breath seemed to tingle, he threw away the brush that was broken in two, walked to the window, and looked at the moon outside.

All ambiguous thoughts were like a bubble, and then they were punctured by a force needle, shattering the bitter delusion.