What went wrong?

The melodious sound of the piano in the room drifted intermittently into my ears. Although she didn't know the rhythm, she only felt that this song sounded very sad, and people's emotions couldn't help but be infected, and she almost shed tears in her heart with an inexplicable sourness.

I don't know how much of the rumors are true, since they have the friendship of fellow practitioners, how can a good couple say that they will disperse? Isn't there something hidden? It's also strange to say, the gossip about Yilanjun's chaotic marriage has been well known, but why hasn't the gossip heroine ever appeared?

As soon as he walked for a while, at some point, a teenage boy quietly appeared in front of him, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, very heroic, and a white face with a puffy puff, who was squatting on the ground and staring at her with a serious face.

Ayane only cared about her own thoughts, and was bluffed by him, and the little book almost flew out of his hand:

"Who are you?!"

The young man was dressed in snow-white clothes, with black hair dyed like ink, and a royal blue scarf on his head, like a fairy child, and asked rhetorically:

"Who are you?"

"My name is Ayane. ”

"I haven't heard of it. The boy was blunt: "Have we met?"

"Probably not. ”

"But why do I think you're so familiar, as if you've known each other for a long time?"

“......”

Ayane looked at that upright little face, and couldn't believe her ears: looking like a decent child, how can he be oily and smooth?

"Don't you feel that way?"

The young man's tone is very serious, and his serious attitude does not match this set of classic flirtatious lines at all.

Ayane shook her head with a black line: "Your pick-up routine is quite retro." ”

When he heard this, he was a little angry: "I never talk to anyone! I don't pay attention to anyone but my master." ”

Listening to this tone, could it be the fairy child of the Yilan Jun family? Aya Yinfu looked at him carefully, and felt that this person's breath was fluctuating, and it should be a human form conjured up by some psychic thing, not a living person.

The young man stared at her suspiciously for a long time before he stood up and saluted in a proper manner: "My name is Mo Tong, and I am the pen spirit of Yilan Jun's magic weapon Ink Xinghe. ”

Aya Yin was stunned for a moment, remembering that when he first saw Yilanjun, he seemed to be holding a white jade pen in his hand, the so-called magic weapon, probably talking about it.

"Pen Spirit. ”

Ayane sighed in her heart: Other people's family magic weapons have been cultivated into human shapes, and I don't have any wool on my hands.

After briefly introducing himself, the young man asked, "Have you ever been to Kunlun?"

Ayane shook her head, and said in her heart that the farthest place I've ever been to is you.

His expression was slightly disappointed, and he asked again, "So, where were you 18,000 years ago?"

"Let me do it. ...... Eighteen thousand years, what year is that? Is it on the yellow calendar?"

Ayane's face collapsed: I've only been practicing for more than 200 years, okay? How do you know about such a long time! Are you humiliating me with your age?

"How so. ”

The young man furrowed his brows as if muttering to himself, his expression became even more disappointed, but he still asked again, "Then have you ever been to the Nine Heavens?"

"Huh. ”

Ayane suddenly felt that this child's brain was probably not very good: "That's an ideal." ”

He probably had other questions to ask, but seeing that her expression was a little strange, he finally gave up, sighed and said:

"Excuse me. ”

Before the voice fell, it disappeared silently.

“...... What's going on?"