According to this Ayane's plan, these three days can be fully arranged, but in fact, Yi Lanjun really didn't treat her as an outsider, and left her to take care of herself nine percent of the time, and didn't care at all.

In the blink of an eye, it was the evening of the third day, and the relationship between the two had not made any substantial progress.

The sky is getting late, the moon is not young, the stars are dotted, and the silver is sparkling.

Ayane sat alone on the branch of the begonia tree, holding the small wine jar brought from the cave in one hand, and looked at Yi Lanjun's study with some sadness. The screen window is half-hidden, and you can vaguely see him reading at the desk, and the dim candlelight casts on Yi Lanjun's face, outlining a beautiful side line, and his eyes are calm and focused.

It's so good to see that I want to cry - I want to take it home right away.

Ayane tore the small notebook full of words into pieces with some grief, but her mind suddenly changed: Why don't I also learn from the scholar who is not ashamed?'

As soon as I thought of this, I couldn't help but feel a chill all over my body: Don't do it! Although I really want to take the old potted plant home, but this is too ...... The next three are indiscriminate.

"I'm so unwilling......"

Ayane looked at the figure and swallowed greedily, but it happened that she was looked at by the ink boy under the tree-

"Why are you drooling while watching my master?"

“......”

This kid can be really annoying sometimes.

"Didn't you want to eat him?"

"That's an ideal, too. ”

Ayane gritted her teeth and said hatefully, floating down from the tree and falling in front of him: "I just have something to ask you!"

"What?"

"Why have I stayed here for a few days, but I have never seen your housewife?"

Mo Tong looked dazed: "I don't have a master mother in my family." ”

Ayane narrowed her eyes and leaned over to stare at the little face full of innocence: "Don't pretend to be garlic with me, you know who I'm talking about!"

Mo Tong blinked and shook his head: "My master has never been married, how can he be a master mother?"

"It's not interesting for you to talk like that. ”

Ayane flattened her mouth and said with a smile: "Then tell me, why did your master suddenly run to ask for marriage?

"Ugh. ”

Mo Tong scratched his head, twisted his eyebrows and said, "You said that she is lonely - she has her own immortal residence, why do you want to live in my house?"

Ayane stretched out a finger and poked him in the head:

"You kid really lacks discipline, how can you call your seniors by their names? ”

Unexpectedly, Mo Tong sneered:

"Hmph, what kind of senior is she?...... Don't look at me as young, I have been enlightened by people since ancient times and began to practice, and now I am 18,000 years old!

Ayane's finger poked at him froze in place.

Although this matter sounds a little ridiculous, but if you think about it, this Penglai is the land of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and it is not uncommon to say that there are ancient immortals with deep qualifications. Seeing that he was so serious about his position, Ayane couldn't question it face-to-face, wouldn't it be difficult to do it in the future if it was true? Thinking of this, he half-jokingly pretended to bend his knees and said:

"That',...... Do I have to give you one too?"

"Cut, no Xihan. ”

Mo Tong looked disgusted: "I think you don't hate it to tell you this, if it's lonely, I don't bother to pay attention to her." ”

"Thank you, that's so discerning. ”

Ayane suddenly realized that this little ancestor was not easy to serve, and it shouldn't hurt to pat himself on the back more: "According to what you just said, is it that Nuwa will have you when she mends the sky?"

"Not really. ”

He raised his eyebrows: "I am Kunlun, who arrived in the year when the Nine Heavenly Heavenly Palace was first built, and to this day, it is exactly 18,000 years. ”