"Found it! Thank goodness it wasn't lost." Gan Xiuming held the small egg in his hand, beaming with joy.

Tu Longjian asked curiously, "What is that? Is it that important?"

Gan Xiuming had no doubts about Tu Longjian. Looking into her innocent eyes, he hesitated for a moment before saying that he didn't need to be wary of his woman.

“That was a spirit egg that my master entrusted to me to raise.”

"It is said to be suitable for raising by low-level cultivators, and has been raised by several successive disciples for many years."

"They just never hatched."

"But since this is the first task Master has entrusted to me, I must do it well and not fail." He felt a pang of guilt.

"Oh, I see. It's good that you found it." Tu Longjian's eyes were slightly raised, as if he was also happy for his lost item being found.

In the modern space, a small egg lies quietly on her dressing table, packaged in a velvet gift box.

The fragment of the dried spirit lamp, wrapped in red gauze, looked just like Nezha. As I curiously examined it, I suddenly heard my master's voice transmission—

"Please keep an eye on it for me, don't break it."

The dry lamp jumped up and down in a human-like manner, as if nodding happily in agreement.

In Gan Xiuming's blind spot, Tu Longjian's lips curled into a smile.

How could they possibly return the treasure to him? Of course, they put it in a modern space where no one could find it, and found a similar dead egg to replace it.

Gan Xiuming helped Tu Longjian tidy up the house, and the two locked the courtyard. Then they took the key to the house and went to find Senior Brother Li to return it.

The journey took a while, and Fang Milu had already gone to Ye Yuchun's place to try the milk tea, so only the two of them went together.

Before leaving, Tu Longjian stood under the peach tree in the middle of the courtyard.

A gentle breeze blew, and a petal landed in her palm, seemingly very affectionately.

Tu Longjian looked at the light pink petals lying in his jade-white palm and smiled faintly.

She remembered the man in pink who had once stood here, and his beautiful, lost eyes, which darkened slightly.

I need to find an opportunity to see Anlan and apologize.

Gan Xiuming turned around and saw Tu Longjian standing under the peach tree, his expression tender and affectionate. He also thought of a certain extremely jarring scene.

His brow twitched, and he suppressed his anger as he went back inside to change into a pink outfit.

Gan Xiuming, dressed in pink, strode over, separating Tu Longjian from the peach tree.

"What is Xiangxiang thinking about?" — Hopefully not that she's thinking about that show-off.

"I wasn't thinking about anything." Tu Longjian withdrew his gaze, his eyes indifferent.

Suddenly, her gaze fell on Gan Xiuming's pink clothes, and her eyes widened, her voice becoming somewhat dry.

When have you ever bought a pink dress?

She had been with Gan Xiuming for a long time before, and she knew almost everything about his movements. He had never worn pink clothes.

Gan Xiuming looked somewhat shy, but his confidence quickly overcame it. He turned slightly and asked with a nervous yet expectant expression, "Does it look good?"

Ever since he saw An Lan and Tu Long standing under the peach blossom tree, he for some reason asked his senior brother Li to buy him a similar pink dress.

He'd just kept it hidden in the closet and hadn't worn it. What kind of grown man wears pink!

But he always felt something was off. Perhaps he wanted to draw Chunxiang's attention to himself, so he secretly bought the same item without anyone noticing.

Seeing that Tu Longjian was thinking about that show-off, he gritted his teeth and put on the pink shirt that "a grown man would never wear".

Gan Xiuming looked hesitant, but his face was full of anticipation.

Tu Longjian took a deep breath, suppressing the throbbing in his temples, and said in a soft, high-pitched voice, "It's...it's alright."

Gan Xiuming didn't see the amazement in her eyes and asked with some dissatisfaction, "How does she compare to Cong Anlan? Who is more beautiful?"

An Lan's appearance is strange and androgynous.

With fair skin, his narrow, almond-shaped eyes were slightly upturned, and the red mole under his eyes made him look beautiful, passionate, and alluring.

Wearing a light pink dress, she appears elegant and refined, a refreshing sight with a unique charm.

However, Gan Xiuming's appearance is actually rather rugged and heroic. The pink clothes he chose are also a strong and bright peach pink, and he stands there casually, without any flirtatious manner.

He stood there stiffly, as if wearing this outfit had cost him his life or caused him great injustice.

To put it nicely, it's an eyesore; to put it bluntly, it's extremely ugly.

Tu Longjian felt deeply troubled; her eyes were so shocked that she could no longer lie.

But honestly, what if I lose favorability?

Do we really have to go against our conscience and say it looks good?

She glanced at it secretly, then closed her eyes in anguish. No, money is hard to earn and food is hard to eat.

She posed a thought-provoking question: "Pink and delicate, how old is Xiu Ming now?"

Gan Xiuming looked embarrassed and tore off his pink clothes, quite annoyed.

He said, "Why would a grown man wear pink? This has ruined my image in front of Chun-hyang."

It's all that freakish, neither male nor female!

Seeing Gan Xiuming's clothes burst open, Tu Longjian quickly turned her head away. She had already been through one wave of shock, and she didn't want to be hit with a second wave, for fear of getting a sty.

Suddenly, a cool, smooth folding fan was placed in her hand, indicating that she should cover her eyes.

An Lan stood behind her, her brows furrowed and a low smile on her face, her expression inscrutable, her words carrying a hint of sarcasm and mockery.

"Junior sister, you've really worked hard."

—I want to see these kinds of cringe-worthy scenes.

To be with such a ridiculous buffoon.

The light pink gauze sleeves fluttered in the wind, and Tu Longjian turned around as if he had fallen into the embrace of a cloud of pink mist.

She took off her jade folding fan and stared at Cong Anlan.

The other person raised a slight brow with their beautiful peach blossom eyes, looking at her with a half-smile, their eyes filled with mockery and a hint of hidden loneliness.

His pink clothes accentuated his almost translucent white skin, his face was like a peach blossom, his thin lips were slightly red, and the red mole under his eye was like the finishing touch. He was carefree and arrogant, exuding a charming and seductive air.

Tu Longjian's breath hitched.

The peach blossoms and the woman's face complement each other beautifully.

Beautiful women are still more attractive; let's cleanse our eyes and take a few more glances.

The slight sting in An Lan's eyes melted away somewhat when she saw it, and the corners of her slightly upturned lips pressed down.

He pursed his lips, a faint blush appearing on his handsome face, and took the jade folding fan from Tu Longjian's hand to cover his face.

"Stop looking." There was even a hint of pleading in her voice.

He was summoned by his master to deliver a message, not to seduce someone else's partner.

Despite his alluring appearance, he is very pure and innocent.

Okay, the beauty won't let her see it.

Tu Longjian pursed his lips and asked softly into the courtyard, "Xiu Ming, have you changed your clothes?"

She carefully planned to wait until Gan Xiuming had changed his clothes before turning around.

But no one answered.

Just as Tu Longjian was about to ask Cong Anlan what business she had come to visit, he saw a splash of dark green juice rush towards Cong Anlan.

Gan Xiuming was furious. In a moment of impulse, he splashed the poison given to him by his master on that annoying vixen.

An Lan's beautiful eyes flickered, and for some reason, he didn't dodge.

Splatter! Dark green venom splattered all over his body and clothes.