After Qing Yinan finished speaking, he took out a small black square box from his sleeve pocket.

The square box is made of black rock spar, the size of the palm of the hand, faintly shimmering, exuding a faint ink fragrance.

Qingluan looked at the box in his hand with a blank expression.

"What is this?".

I saw Qing Yinan pretending to open the box, shook it in front of Qingluan, and didn't answer.

Looking at his appearance, Qingluan really didn't know what to say, how could he be like a child when he was such a big person.

"Love to say it or not!", Qingluan pursed his lips and withdrew his gaze from the square box.

Qing Yinan looked at her with a proud face, her smile deepened, and the joy from her heart seeped out of her eyes.

"Do you think there's something wrong with your room?"

He asked suddenly.

Qingluan glanced at him puzzled, and then swept into the room.

"That's good!".

Qing Yinan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her.

"No, as a person of taste, you have to have something deep in the house. ”。

Qingluan's brows furrowed, taste, depth, what do these things have to do with her?

"Think about it, if there were more calligraphy and paintings in the room, wouldn't it look very different?", Qing Yinan said as he paced around Qingluan.

"Look, here," he said, gesturing to the blank wall on one side, "and here."

He held the open cartridge in one hand and pointed to the empty walls in the other.

Qingluan looked at him speechlessly, when did Qing Yinan become so literate, and he was still pretending to hang calligraphy and paintings, looking at him like that, is it possible that he is still ready to write by himself?

In fact, Qingluan didn't know that Qing Yinan's calligraphy and painting were among the best in the heavenly realm, and as the successor of the supreme ruler, these basic skills had already mastered the essence of it at a young age.

Once one of his words was accidentally revealed, it was sought after by others, and later caused a wave of imitation.

But the successor Mobao is not available to everyone, so there are very few people who circulate it now, and everyone only knows that he is lean in this, but few people have seen it with their own eyes.

Qing Yinan dangled the box around, and when he passed by the bedside, a fine light flashed in his eyes.

I heard him say "uh", and then the whole person fell on the bed, and the box of ink was scattered on the futon.

Qingluan saw that the neat and clean bedding was instantly dirty, and he was frightened and angry.

"What the hell are you doing !!," she exclaimed.

Qing Yinan slowly sat up from the bed, his face full of apologies.

"I ...... I accidentally tripped over myself. ", he said timidly.

"Was, yourself, tripped?", Qingluan asked word by word, and the anger became more and more vigorous.

Qing Yinan hurriedly picked up the small square box from the bed and hurriedly closed it.

"Uh...... That's the situation", he said helplessly, but there was a hint of joy in his eyes.

Qingluan closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

She was trying to calm herself down.

You can't be angry, you can't be angry, you're angry that you have no one to replace you!

She kept repeating this sentence in her heart.

But when I opened my eyes and looked at her black bedding, I couldn't suppress the fire in my chest.

"Get out of here!", Qingluan said through gritted teeth.

The voice was very low, but everyone could hear the thick resentment in it.

Qing Yinan was not annoyed, stood up, suddenly picked up the futon, and said to Qingluan: "This is already dirty, I will lose it for you, today you will be the first, and tomorrow I will get you a new one."

Let's say it, while Qingluan is not paying attention, rush out of the door.

"Remember to wear earrings!", and did not forget to tell her when the door was closed.

Qingluan looked at Qing Yinan's figure that disappeared in a hurry, and she was really angry.

She felt that she must have dug up his ancestral grave in her previous life, otherwise it would be nothing good to meet him!

Qingluan looked at the empty wooden bed and shook his head helplessly.

Night had fallen, and the stars in the sky were shining, as if to ask passers-by in the darkness why they were hurrying.

Qing Yinan walked expressionlessly, carrying a dirty bedding in his hand.

Suddenly, he paused, and took out the white jade wrench that he had made in the day from his arms.

The wrench fingers were like the bright moon in the sky, the folds were shining, and he watched quietly, his fingers rubbing gently.

After a while, he put it back in his arms.

looked at the futon in his hand, the futon was very soft, and it should be warmer on the body. As he had just done, he took the tip of his nose and sniffed deeply, then snorted softly, and with a slight shake of his hand, the futon instantly burned up, and in the blink of an eye, turned into powder.

Qing Yinan looked at the powder in his hand that had not yet drifted away with the wind in disgust, shook it, and walked away.

The next day, Qingluan got up early.

It's not because of how much she loves learning and how much she wants to go to school early.

Rather, frozen.

In the past, in the Nether, when it was cold and hot, I got myself a cover or something, and the effect was not bad.

But yesterday she came out with several warm covers, but she still couldn't stop the bone-chilling coldness.

Yes, through the bones, it is indeed slightly cool.

The heavenly realm is not as good as other places, spiritual power spells or something, the resistance to the natural world has a natural resistance, if you can use one layer of spiritual power in the lower realm to make fire, then in the heavenly realm you have to use ten layers of power.

So this is also the reason why the leaders of the Nether Realm don't dare to claim their own strength in the Good Rules.

This was also the reason why the immortal cultivators of the Heavenly Realm were so powerful that they could unify all other realms except for the Netherworld.

Qingluan walked on the road with a white and shaky face, and her thin lips, which had lost a little blood, trembled slightly.

Su Yu looked at her worriedly, "But you're sick?"

Qingluan shook his head weakly, his face full of gloom.

In fact, she really wanted to complain to Su Yu about Qing Yinan, but when she thought that he always came and went at night, Su Yu inevitably felt uncomfortable when she heard it, so she gave up.

Although she didn't care much about the matter of men and women, and she didn't understand it very well, no matter where it was placed, it was not a proper matter. Since he and Su Yu are about to get engaged, some things can be regarded as white lies.

As usual, Su Yu sent Qingluan to the door of Huawentang.

But after Qingluan entered, he did not leave as usual, but stood quietly.

He felt it, and Qingluan didn't want to tell him something. He wanted to know what it was, but he didn't want to force her.

Su Yu was a little irritable in her heart, and the person who had always been gentle and peaceful showed a rare annoyance.

Qingluan felt that she had a cold, and she was groggy all morning.

In fact, when she saw Su Yu in the morning, she wanted to ask him for a quilt, but she didn't know how to explain it, so she was so depressed at this time that she didn't know what to do at night.

Just when Qingluan was annoyed, she glanced out the window, and the lush forest came into view.

It's over, I have to go to dry Bodhi!

Qingluan stood up with vigor and hurriedly ran towards the forest.

The child was already waiting at the door, looking at Qingluan indifferently.

"You're late. He said expressionlessly.

The panting Qingluan lowered his eyes slightly and nodded apologetically.

The child suddenly turned around and entered the house.

In front of the door, an earthen pot was filled with bodhi seeds, and next to the earthen pot was a small empty dustpan.

"As long as it is round and full, the rest is lost. ”。

The child's immature and cold voice came from the small hut.

Qingluan breathed a long sigh of relief and squatted next to the small dustpan.

The earthen jar is not big, but there are a lot of Bodhi seeds in it, Qingluan picked up the heavy jar, poured out all the things inside, and spread it on the ground.

Qingluan looked at Bodhi Zi in one place, and felt a little worried in his heart.

How long does it take to pick this one by one!

She looked up at the little hut, the windows were still covered with paper, and she couldn't see the color, but she knew in her heart that she could see her every move.

She grabbed a handful at random, spread it out in her hand, looked at them carefully one by one, picked up the round ones and threw them into the dustpan.

I don't know how long it took, but the child spoke.

"Alright, it's time for class, you come back tomorrow. ”。

Hearing this, Qingluan put the remaining Bodhi seeds on the ground into a jar and put them next to the small dustpan.

When I got up, I found that my feet were already numb.

She stood trembling, slowly regaining consciousness,

When he was almost recovered, he bowed to the hut and walked out of the woods.

Qingluan was puzzled along the way, why he was afraid of this child, and why he didn't dare to refute no matter what he said.

But no matter how you think about it, there is no answer.

Qingluan thought, forget it, let's come obediently tomorrow!

At this time, someone shouted softly.

"How did you get out of it?".