Ning Junxi soon met Yunchen's father and brother.

Uncle Yun's name is Yun Jing, he is a lean and swarthy man, with an ordinary face and a somewhat sharp look between his eyebrows, which is far less cordial than Sister-in-law Yun.

He looked Ning Junxi up and down, nodded at Ning Junxi, and said, just be at his own house, and go to clean up today's day's harvest.

It's Yun Zhuang, who didn't inherit his father's seriousness, his temperament is relatively honest, and when he saw Ning Junxi, he knew that he was grinning, and his two hands kept rubbing and rubbing, not knowing where to put it, it looked very funny.

Ning Junxi looked at such a stupid big man, he thought of Xiao Xiaoyue, and he always wanted to laugh, and sighed in his heart that he had really wasted a pair of strong and burly scare people.

Yun Jing's height is also six feet, which is considered the average height among fishermen, Yun Zhuang is a head taller than his father, and he is not a thin bamboo pole, so he will stand there, which is absolutely intimidating.

It's a pity that this guy laughed more silly than Xiao Xiaoyue in front of Ning Junxi, and Ning Junxi felt that if he hung two more slugs, he would definitely be a stupid child.

It's just that Ning Junxi will never say this kind of thought, he chatted with the three of them for a while about the customs and folklore here, mainly because he wanted to say something, so he said that he was a little tired, and Sister-in-law Yun thought that Ning Junxi had just woken up today, and suddenly felt a little apologetic, and did not leave Ning Junxi, so Yun Chen took Ning Junxi back to the room to rest, and she and Yun Zhuang still whispered a little.

Ning Junxi politely said goodbye and left.

The fishermen's houses by the sea have no courtyards, just low houses, and they are out on the beach with gravel, and the salty sea breeze blows in their faces, with a damp and warm feeling.

Ning Junxi walked out of the house with Yun Chen one after the other.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and the lights in the sea could be seen in the distance, and it was a fisherman who had returned late.

The twilight was far away, and the lights in the distance were slightly depressed.

Ning Junxi looked at the distant lights and was stunned, and asked the little girl on the side, "What day is it now?"

"I was in ambush a few days ago. Yun Chen thought about it seriously and said seriously, "It should be the 21st day of the seventh month of the solar calendar, that is, the first day of the sixth month of the lunar calendar, how can I cherish my brother's birthday." ”

Ning Junxi frowned, the lunar calendar and the solar calendar are so close to each other, this is the date of the leap year, "What year is it now?"

The little girl immediately giggled, "Big brother doesn't even know what year he sleeps." ”

She was stunned after speaking, as if she had thought of something, and swallowed, "You don't really know what year it is, do you?"

Ning Junxi blinked, "I just feel like I've slept for a long time, so why should it take three or five years." ”

Yun Chen swallowed his saliva again, and said seriously, "The twenty-sixth year of Tianyuan." ”

"That's not right. Ning Junxi frowned, according to his time in that piece of Merlin, it should be the twenty-ninth year of Tianyuan now, and this time can't be counted.

"Is it really the twenty-sixth year of Tianyuan?" he said with a little confusion.

"That's right. Yun Chen nodded vigorously, and looked at Ning Junxi cautiously with a thoughtful expression, "What year does Brother Xiao Xi think it should be?"

Ning Junxi suddenly smiled, "What year do you think I should think it is?"

Yun Chen's face turned red and he stopped talking.

"Alright, let's go. Ning Junxi touched the little girl's head and said with a smile.

"Oh. Yun Chen replied stupidly, and followed Ning Junxi back to the house where Ning Junxi was treating.

Yun Chen's house has three rooms, Yun Sister-in-law, Yun Jing and Yun Chen live in one, Yun Zhuang lives in one, and the one that Ning Jun lives in was originally filled with sundries, and it took two days to clean it up.

Of course, Ning Junxi didn't know this, otherwise he wouldn't have agreed to stay so simply, after all, he still knew the difference between living in the general room and living in the main house.

Yun Chen probably swept face for Ning Junxi, led Ning Junxi into the house and trotted away, Ning Junxi didn't care about her, lay back on the bed, and put his hands behind his head.

He needed to think again.

It's the first day of June, which means that the time he's spent in that mergrove plus the time he's been here is only eight days.

But eight days is enough time to go from the Snow Spirit Domain to the Endless Sea.

So what's going on now?

Also, he came out of that Merlin, and he had to face many things.

For example, the old man, such as Uncle Xiao Qi, and then his so-called young master identity and Emei inheritance.

In Merlin, if he doesn't come out, naturally he doesn't have to think about anything, because no one will force him, but outside, he doesn't believe that he ran here for some reason, and they can't find him.

Not to mention anything else, Maoqiu signed a blood contract with him, and he must be able to sense it.

So what is he going to do?

He did complain about the old man and them, but even if he was just using them, if it weren't for them, he would have died fifteen years ago.

The more Ning Junxi thought about it, the more entangled he became, and then the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

Xing Pu, this bastard, said that he wouldn't let him come out, the skeleton can't be without integrity and principles, if he can beat him in the future, he will definitely beat him, otherwise he really can't swallow this breath.

Ning Jun sat up regretfully, walked out of the room distraught, sat on the stone behind the house, and looked at the sea with his cheeks back.

The sea breeze blows, the sound of waves in the distance comes wave after wave, and there are a few scattered fires on the dark sea, which seems more and more lonely.

Ning Junxi's mind gradually calmed down, picked up a stone and threw it into the distance, naturally it couldn't be thrown into the sea, and sighed softly.

It's so hard to be a human being, if only I could be a hairball or a mob.

By this time, it was completely dark.

The light in Sister-in-law Yun's room was still bright, and Ning Junxi's ears could hear whispering, but it was not clear, although Ning Junxi was very curious about how she came here, she didn't listen to the corner of the wall.

The lights have been turned off in Yun Zhuang's room, and the fishermen will be very tired when they come back from fishing, but they will sleep peacefully when they go home, and Ning Junxi is a little envious of this young man.

The night is blue, and it is even more dreamy under the starlight.

Ning Junxi took out the white egg given by Yun Chen from his pocket and rotated it in the palm of his hand at will.

This is supposed to be a mob, but how did it become an egg, and when will it hatch?

Thinking about the ugly appearance of the little monster at the beginning, Ning Jun couldn't help but get goosebumps.

He accidentally saw the circle of white thread on his left wrist, and at some point, there was an extra red dot on it that looked like a cinnabar mole, so it was as if he was wearing a bracelet on his wrist, but fortunately it was only a little smaller, not obvious.

He thought it was a dirty thing when it was touched, so he quickly rubbed it, but his wrist was rubbed red, and it was still a red mole.

"What the hell is it?" Ning Junxi stared at the red mole with a strange expression, he didn't remember that he had such a mole on his wrist.

Then, the more he looked at it, the more he felt like the Shougong sand mentioned in the book, the difference was that Shougong Sand was on his right arm and his left wrist, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

"No, you have to pick it out. Ning Junxi stood up abruptly and began to look around.

At last he found a wooden thorn and picked it there, and the last mole he picked was blurry with flesh and blood, and then he clapped his hands with satisfaction and went back to the house to sleep.

It's just a mole, what a big deal.