"Master, master, are you here to save me out?" Xiao Xian Ginseng saw Zhu Jiuluo, excitedly threw the Shengyue bucket in his hand, and Saya ran towards the hard-won dawn.

Before she could hug her thighs, a dark light wrapped around Xiao Xian Ginseng, making her unable to get close to Zhu Jiuluo at all.

"Master, master, save me. She was trapped in mid-air, dancing with her hands, but she couldn't get close to Jiuluo's body.

Zhu Jiuluo glared at Mo Chen: "Enough, after you finished playing me, you came to play with her again, haven't you had enough?"

Mo Chen looked at Zhu Jiuluo, who had been silent since he arrested her, and finally spoke, hooked his lips and smiled. The dimple on the right looks like a blooming pear blossom.

Jiu Luo looked away.

Tell yourself over and over again that he is the Honorable, not the Three Thousand.

Mochen was still staring at her, and she could see that her heart was furious.

"What are you looking at?"

Mo Chen smiled before speaking: "You like three thousand?"

Jiu Luo snorted, and instead of answering his question, he asked, "You didn't mean to tell me, you weren't three thousand, right?"

Mo Chen raised a sword eyebrow that was almost in the sideburns: "Does it matter who I am?"

What does it matter?

Jiu Luo remembered the first time he met him in the Bauhinia Forest, the sky was full of flowers falling on his shoulders, and his smile was picturesque.

If she knew at the time that he was the "old man who respected him" that Xuan Chu often talked about, she might have turned the initial surprise into respect. Because, he is her savior.

Jiu Luo remembered that in Biyuan Immortal Mountain, he ventured into her illusion with his divine sense, accompanied her by life and death, and saved her life. If she knew that he was the high-ranking Celestial Venerable in Ensushi, she might not let that gratitude be mixed with other feelings.

However, she never thought that "respecting his old man" would be three thousand.

It's a very strange feeling.

But who is she? She is Zhu Jiuluo. It doesn't matter how weird it is.

She can handle it all.

After she figured it out, she no longer avoided his gaze, but stared at him intently to meet his gaze.

"Since you said it doesn't matter who you are, can I treat you like her?" Jiu Luo pointed to the little fairy ginseng who was still struggling in mid-air.

I don't know when Mo Chen forbade her words, no wonder Jiu Luo felt that this courtyard was quiet and weird.

Mo Chen squinted at the little fairy ginseng in mid-air, this guy was not afraid of death and made a grimace at himself. Mo Chen looked at Jiuluo again, his eyes were quite playful. Treat the deity as an idiot?

He put a smile on his face and said coldly: "You want to treat me as her, it depends on your ability." ”

After finishing speaking, Xuanguang withdrew, and the little fairy ginseng fell down and fell to the ground.

After a scream, she lay there and pretended to be dead.

Jiuluo ran over to help her, Mo Chen raised his hand, and the Shengyue bucket that rolled to the ground flew over and was grabbed by him.

As soon as the little fairy ginseng sat up, the Shengyue bucket fell into her arms.

Ink Dust commanded as if threatening: "Water the fields." ”

Xiao Xian looked at Zhu Jiuluo, and cried out.

"Master, I don't want to water the fields, I don't want to water the fields. Let's get out of here. It's tiring to water the fields. ”

Jiuluo took the bucket and helped her wipe away her tears: "Don't be afraid, I'll help you pour it." ”

She originally wanted to repay that debt in this way. At that time, he was not allowed to enter the temple. Isn't it the best of both worlds now?

"In the future, I will do the work of watering the fields, and I will repay you for saving your life twice. ”

She picked up the bucket and didn't look at the ink dust, took the hand of the little fairy ginseng, and asked kindly, "Where is the place where you take a bath?"

Mo Chen watched the two figures, one large and one small, walking towards the apse, and his face, which had been stiff for a long time, slowly had a warm arc.

The news that Zhu Jiuluo stayed in the Yuqing Hall flew to all corners of the Yansu as if he had grown wings.

Some envy, some hate, some bless, and some complain.

After handing over ten ginseng at one time, Zhu Jiuluo once again became a man of the year in the longevity of the sushi.