It wasn't until it was completely dark that Xiyin was lonely and completely cleaned the empty room.

Zhuohua told him some precautions for washing the marrow, and then went into the house.

As soon as he came in, Zhuo Hua couldn't help but laugh a little.

It's really empty.

There is no ornament,

She sat cross-legged on the ground helplessly, and her mind flickered into the space.

Before he could stand firmly, a figure rushed up. Zhuohua subconsciously dodged, and the figure plunged into the grass.

"Chirp." Xiao Suzaku turned over with a confused face, shook his head, and then looked at Zhuohua aggrievedly.

"Ahem." Zhuohua touched his nose in embarrassment, and his eyes skimmed again. Isn't she instinctively reacting to this, too?

Seeing this scene, Ah Yao rolled on the ground with a merciless laugh. Every time the little Vermilion Bird didn't go well, he pecked at him, but he couldn't do anything with it, and it was rare to see it eat a turtle, and he felt very happy in his heart.

Zhuohua glared at it, walked forward quickly and took the little Vermilion Bird into his arms, and his jade hand gently ran its feathers.

"Ah Yao, can the little Vermilion Bird only grow so big?"

Ah Yao rolled lazily on the ground, "Of course not." Suzaku is a mythical beast, so who have you seen look like a chicken cub? ”

Zhuohua's hand paused slightly, and she remembered Su Jinxuan's "Peppa", also like a little chick.

Could it be that in recent years, the mythical beasts have shrunk in popularity?

Although Xiao Suzaku can not say much, but he can understand, and when he heard Ah Yao say that he was a little chick, he immediately pounced angrily and pecked him in the face.

Watching the two of them fighting, Zhuo Hua didn't stop it, she went to her medicine garden with a smile and went around, looking at the spirit grass that was growing quite well and nodded with satisfaction.

It seems that Ah Yao is also quite troubled.

Before the two "children" could react, she flashed into the tower and continued to study the books.

By the time Zhuohua came out of space, it was already noon on the second day.

The midday sun is always particularly dazzling, and the clouds on the horizon are swaying together one by one.

The door of Xiyin's lonely room was still closed, and Zhuohua didn't bother him.

I was going to leave today, but I just ......

That's it, it's not a moment and a half, let's wait until he successfully cleans the marrow.

After all, help people to the end and send Buddha to the west.

And this wait until the stars are high.

Hearing a faint muffled snort coming from inside the room, Zhuo Hua rubbed his fingers, it seemed that he had touched the door of the cultivation path, and the next thing was to see if he could hold on.

The voice remained for more than an hour before it slowly weakened, and Zhuohua pursed his lips and returned to his room.

She was worried that Xiyin would feel embarrassed if she was lonely, so she simply avoided it.

I thought that this night would pass peacefully, but I didn't expect that a noise broke the silence of the night.

Zhuohua stood by the window, watching a group of people with torches slam open the door and break in.

"Little bastard, get the hell out of here." The voice of rage rang out abruptly in the dilapidated courtyard.

The man who said this was dressed in a green robe, his long hair was tied up with a headband, and several jade pendants hung around his waist, and they clanged against each other as they walked, as if to say how rich he was.

He was slightly chubby and had a rather greasy appearance. From a distance, it looks like a huge caterpillar.

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