Xiao Banxian breathed a sigh of relief suddenly, coughed dryly, brewed his emotions slightly, and took a breath, but before he could prepare his words again, he heard that Mo Liunian had already agreed.

"Well, good!"

Mo Liunian also responded, and there was a faint sweetness in his heart.

"Boss, don't take over business these days, take care of your injuries. ”

Hearing Mo Liunian's words of concern, Xiao Banxian also sighed with emotion, looking at Mo Liunian bending his eyes and smiling, happiness spread in his heart, and he was speechless.

Xiao Banxian smiled with emotion at this time, and found that there was some moisture in the corners of his eyes.

What you can't get, it's always light, and what you get, but it's just an ordinary day, an ordinary woman.

It's just that the feeling of being low in the dust, a little sad, caught off guard, overwhelming, rushing back, irrelevant, about some lost beauty.

Lucky, happy or something, Xiao Banxian thinks that if he gets used to it, it will just become an ordinary daily life.

But once these things are suddenly lost, the little half-immortal will feel unfortunate again.

So!

Even if he can't get anything after that, Xiao Banxian takes it for granted, and maybe his life experience is gradually becoming fuller like this.

At least the little half-immortal will not deny his past self.

In the days to come, the little half-immortal will still spend it like this.

Once a thing becomes a habit, it is often reluctant to change.

Maybe you don't have to worry about what you lose, because what the little demi-fairy eventually has will eventually meet, even if it's not what the little demi-fairy is waiting for.

"Don't worry, when you come back, your boss and I will definitely be alive. The little half-immortal said with a smile.

Though.

On weekdays, Mo Liu always talks back to the little half-fairy, but the little half-fairy can't help but smile slightly at this time.

Mo Liunian's expression froze slightly, looking at the gray sky in the morning, Mo Liunian couldn't control the corners of his lips that kept curling.

A smile appeared on Mo Liunian's face, not sad or happy, and slowly rippled in his eyes.

Since the little half-immortal rescued Mo Liu, this is the first time that I have seen her quiet and tranquil eyes have a slightly different mood.

At this time, Mo Liunian and Xiao Banxian looked calm with each other's faces, and they didn't have the usual smile on the corners of their mouths, but their eyes were full of joy and joy.

The corners of Mo Liunian's lips lifted, with a bright and clear arc.

Xiao Banxian called Xiao Mo's name, and Mo Liunian turned around and Xiao Banxian faced the pair

Quiet and warm eyes.

Suddenly!

The little half-immortal choked, and all the words seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say half a word.

Mo Liunian smiled, with a bit of vague hope.

The two returned to the feng shui pavilion, each went back to the room to rest, Mo Liunian arranged a small package, lay on the mattress for a long time and couldn't sleep, for the first time in three years, they wanted to leave here, but found that there was a lot of reluctance.

The sky will be bright.

Mo Liunian got up, and as soon as he went out, he found that Xiao Banxian had actually fed Xiao Fang horse feed again, and Xiao Banxian turned his head when he heard the movement and saw Mo Liunian.

At this moment, Mo Liunian, who was about to leave, saw Xiao Banxian holding Xiao Mo's horse and waiting at the door.

Mo Liunian's figure slammed suddenly, this was the first time in three years that Xiao Banxian had gotten up so early.

I thought I would never feel that way about a person again in my life,

But suddenly, in the blink of an eye, when Mo Liunian was defenseless, the little half-immortal appeared in front of him.

Mo Liunian covered his forehead, and the soreness in his heart seemed to overflow.

Today, Xiao Banxian's behavior made Mo Liunian very moved, and unconsciously let go of the hand he was holding tightly, and there was a slight wave in his heart, at this time, he thought that Xiao Banxian still cared about himself very much.

The little half-immortal also stopped pacing when he saw Mo Liunian, and was looking at Mo Liunian with softer eyes.

Mo Liunian opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word.

The little half-immortal on the opposite side looked at him quietly, his eyes as calm as water, as if he had passed many years.

The little half-fairy remembered what he looked like when he was young.

back then.

Wearing the purple robe of the half-immortal family, holding the long sword that was about to reach his own height in both hands, his face was still a little cowardly, and he looked at his master with a little softness.

At that time, the little half-immortal was still faintly afraid, as if some kind of young beast, full of vigilance, but wanted to get closer.

The breeze pulls the loneliness, and the falling water flows bitterly.

The scenes of those withered and falling leaves, lonely and dead trees, squeezed into the mind of the little half-fairy, and the sadness like water was flowing backwards at the moment, and it had been flowing into the heart of the little half-fairy.

The dreams that the little half-fairy used to be abandoned jumped into his eyes like stars at this moment.

This dream may not be too long, but even if it is a short conjecture, it is the most precious treasure in the heart of the little half-immortal.

Now.

The beauty that accompanied the little half-immortal through the brocade and prosperity was so easily shattered.

Everything that had gone had vanished and became silent in an instant, and the taste of pain permeated the scorching and tense air, and finally subsided.

All the grief experiences were suppressed, and the little half-immortal could only seem to have lost his memory, and continued to find some scattered fragments on Mo Liunian's face.

And Mo Liunian wiped his cheeks a little embarrassed in the face of Xiao Banxian's gaze, sniffed hard, and held back the remaining tears.

When the little half-immortal approached Mo Liunian, Mo Liunian tried his best to turn his gaze away.

However.

At this time, the little half-immortal had already walked straight towards Mo Liunian, until he finally stopped in front of Mo Liunian.

"I'll get you out of town. ”

Mo Liunian nodded, and happened to meet Xiao Banxiandu's smiling gaze, her heart chuckled, her palms were sweating nervously, she lifted the corners of her mouth slightly and pulled out a tangled smile, and then quickly turned her head.

The little half-immortal stopped talking, only quietly looked at Mo Liunian's drooping eyes, and a smile slowly appeared on his lips.

Mo Liunian: That is a smile that only people who are fully immersed in happiness can have.

It's as sweet as an August cinnamon.

A tree blooms, and ten miles are fragrant.

Xiao Banxian took Mo Liunian to Granny Cui's for breakfast, and Lao Chai also came when he was brought up earlier, Lao Chai sat down next to the two of them, and asked for a bowl of spicy soup.

Xiao Banxian didn't have to ask, Lao Chai took the initiative to speak.

"Sir, I have inquired clearly, the real body of that thing last night was a purple bamboo, and it has been practicing Taoism for 1,300 years. ”

As soon as Lao Chai said this, Xiao Banxian understood, no wonder he didn't notice his demonic aura at first.

This flower, grass, wood, and stone is the most difficult, and the demon power of the bamboo demon who has practiced for 1,300 years may not be as good as a 300-year-old demon.

Because it is a heartless demon, it is not affected by seven emotions and six desires, and the demonic energy is also the smallest after becoming a spirit, but the demonic power is the purest.

Especially Zizhu, Zizhu originated in the South China Sea, because of the Bodhisattva in the South China Sea, Zizhu also has its own Buddha nature, so the demonic spirit is even lighter.

"When did he come, why didn't anyone come to tell me?" asked the little half-fairy lightly.

"He has been here for more than two months, and the demonic aura of this purple bamboo spirit is too light, and he has been staying in the south of the city, living in a simple place on weekdays, and he really hasn't found it. ”

Lao Chai smiled modestly, these words were said very slowly, but they didn't make people feel procrastinated, and there were not many words, but every sentence was just right, so that others could listen to it, respectful and appropriate, Mo Liunian was very impressed when he watched it from the side.

"Then what happened to last night's dispute?"

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