In front of the table, there was a blue-eyed man in an ink-colored robe, his delicate facial features were so perfect that it made people sigh, the body was cold and elegant, like the gods of the fairy palace, beautiful and sacred and undesecrated, but the collar on his chest was imprinted with a shallow and very abrupt mud handprint.

The stunning blue-eyed beautiful man looked calm and elegant, but after the lips that had been pursed indifferently were dyed with a faint layer of blood, it added a touch of misfortune to this peerless appearance, as if it was a ghostly painting with that touching finishing touch, beautiful and dazzling eyes.

The little boy standing in the tea bush picking tea, dressed in a green robe that almost blended into the bush, the over-the-shoulder black hair on his head was tied up high by a dark green jade belt, hanging a playful ponytail, his delicate facial features were quite small, and his eyes were very smart.

At this time, he was stunned to watch, and he was dazzled by the scene in front of him, and his fingers were cut by a leaf, and he walked out of the shock.

Blinking his eyes twice, the boy suddenly regained his previous memory, and suddenly remembered what had just happened in his mind. Ignoring the new tea picked in his hand, he stumbled towards the blue-eyed man, and began to babble in his small mouth:

"Childe, that person snatched the boundary-breaking spirit beast you have been chasing for a long time, what should we do?"

"Ah, how did this good green jade table become so dirty!"

"Oops! I worked so hard to make a snack for three hours, and I couldn't eat it. ”

"Childe, that cloak on your body, it took Xiao Lu a whole three months to make."

"That person is really rude!"

"Ahhh Childe, why is there still blood on your lips, what did that disciple do to you? ”

"Childe ......"

"Gong, childe?"

The handsome boy's name is Xiao Lu, his voice is like his person, crisp and pleasant, but at this time there is a burst of surprise and panic in his voice, and there is a trace of complaint in the gushing words, complaining about the rude person who has no grace at all, and their son is a fairy-like character, how can he be polluted by the sudden jumping down of the disciple.

Of course, from Xiao Lu's perspective, it is natural that he can't see what the disciple has done, but just a trace of blood on the child's lips is enough to shock. Suffered, hurt?

Thinking of this, Xiao Lu's mood was quite indignant, as if he was more anxious than his master, but when he wanted to express his brave loyalty, their son-in-law had long since disappeared. Only the clump of blue camellias, which fluctuated slightly due to the departure of that person, caused a layer of green ripples, blowing up the heart lake of unknown people.

On the other side of the low wall, a hand as beautiful and clean as a human with distinct knots stretched out from the ink-colored robe, and the fingertips fluctuated, and a delicate little box that had been accidentally left behind by the owner and sunk in the dirt shook itself twice in the air, and after it was clean, it fell into the center of the palm.

The box is not big, the lid is lifted, and inside, is a red and sweet rouge.