The invited opera troupe has already started performing.

It is a tradition for them to open the show every year. No one paid attention to it in the past, but now more people are listening to it.

He would also make a few sincere comments, appearing completely relaxed.

A variety of delicious food and wine are served in turn, including flavors from all over the world.

Ling Xinghua and the others were determined to hold a grand birthday party to celebrate Yan Huailiu's new life, and they wanted to show everyone the best.

He even specially invited many great dancers. Accompanied by pleasant music, the graceful dancers danced gracefully. The monks stared at them with their eyes wide open and didn't even bother to drink the wine in their hands.

How could he even have the mood to pay attention to Yan Huailiu who was sitting in the main seat?

Little Lightning continued speaking with a serious face. As soon as he got to the point, Yan Huailiu put his finger on his lips, making a gesture of silence.

I dipped some wine in it and wrote on the table, using this method to communicate silently.

Little Lightning understood what he meant and babbled, "What's the point of holding this lousy party every year? It's a waste of money and it's easy for bad guys to take advantage of it..."

But his hands kept answering Yan Huailiu's questions.

Not far away, Ling Xinghua stretched his slightly stiff neck and walked to Gu Xingyun to remind him in a low voice.

"Big Brother, there's nothing I need your help with here. It's almost done. Please go sit with Master for a while."

Gu Xingyun first glanced back and asked in a low voice, "Why hasn't anyone brought food to Master's table?"

"I didn't dare to disturb you. How about you take it with you?"

Ling Xinghua made arrangements with a smile.

Gu Xingyun nodded and accepted the task, but he also took a detour to bring two more snacks.

Almost everyone from the sects that came this time received a portion of Zifangzhai snacks as a gift, and they couldn’t even finish them all.

He knows exactly how to please his master.

When I was almost there, I saw Little Lightning wiping the water stains on the table with his sleeves.

When Yan Huailiu saw him coming, he immediately removed the barrier and helped him put down the things.

"Master."

Gu Xingyun sat down on the other side, took a look at Little Lightning's dirty sleeves, and gently tugged at Yan Huailiu: "Come over here, he's dirty."

Kid Lightning's eyes widened. "I'm not deaf! What are you talking about?"

Yan Huailiu coughed, and helped Little Lightning clean the stains on his body, pushing the snacks next to him: "Eat, Xingyun brought an extra portion for you."

Kid Lightning immediately shut up and focused on stuffing his dessert into his mouth. He hadn't had this in ages.

A black figure passed through the crowd and flew straight to Yan Huailiu from outside.

Several monks sitting around stood up and drew their swords at once: "Master Yan, be careful!"

Yan Huailiu:?

He naturally hugged the little thing that flew into his arms and acted coquettishly: "What's wrong?"

"This is... raised by Sect Master Yan, hahahaha, misunderstanding, misunderstanding."

Several monks sat down awkwardly.

Yan Huailiu didn't care, lowered his head and asked softly: "What's wrong? Did you miss me after not seeing me for so long?"

Gu Xingyun sat beside him sulking.

Someone spoke up for him.

"With a head as big as a walnut, how could it possibly be thinking about you? What kind of dream is it having?"

"If you sleep for another year, it will probably forget who you are. Humph, what a disgrace! You're so big, you have wings for nothing, and you still need someone to hold you."

Tu Tu turned his head to look at Little Lightning, flapped his wings and left Yan Huailiu's arms, standing in front of Little Lightning.

The wings flapped wildly, as if they wanted to slap the little lightning eight hundred times, and they were about to create a small tornado.

Little Lightning leaned back as hard as he could: "Are you crazy? Go away, you ugly bald eagle!"

Yan Huailiu opened his mouth and took the food from Gu Xingyun. After chewing and swallowing it, he did not forget to protect Tutu.

"Don't say that about it. Its feathers have all grown out. Our Tutu is super beautiful now, right?"

Gu Xingyun became even more depressed.

He hadn't felt the tenderness that belonged only to his master since he woke up, and now this ugly thing had gotten there first.

Little Lightning attacked indiscriminately and glared at Yan Huailiu: "When did you go blind?"

Baldy didn't bother to be polite with him and went straight to snatch Little Lightning's snacks, picking out the good-looking ones to eat.

The man and the eagle soon got into a fight.

Gu Xingyun casually set up an isolation barrier to prevent dirty feathers and hair from flying over.

Yan Huailiu supported his chin with one hand and stared at Tutu for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Master, Junior Brother Ling said that several new sects would like to apply for borrowing rights from the Thousand Scriptures Pavilion. He's not sure whether to agree, so he wanted to ask you."

Gu Xingyun asked while picking out fish bones for him.

Yan Huailiu didn't care about these things: "Okay, just let him decide for himself, and give him some leeway on the time. Anyone who can come here is willing to make progress, so there's no need to make it too difficult."

"Okay." Gu Xingyun fed the selected fish meat to his mouth: "After the banquet here is over, Master, do you want to get together with Junior Brother Ling and the others to eat something else? They seem to have prepared many gifts for Master."

Yan Huailiu looked around and found Ling Xinghua and Yu Ziheng sitting there chatting with strangers. It seemed that the table was full of their friends, and they were chatting very enthusiastically.

"No need, as long as the gifts are delivered, let them have a good rest. Xinghua must be exhausted during this period."

He picked up the wine glass on the table, took a sip, and lowered his voice: "It ended late in the first place, and I won't have time to share it with you if we get together again."

Gu Xingyun stopped moving, suddenly let out a long sigh, quietly took Yan Huailiu's hand, and unconsciously leaned towards him.

An attitude of complete submission.

"Master, can I...can you comfort me?"

He said this for no apparent reason.

Yan Huailiu turned his head to look at him, and although he was puzzled, he still did as he was told: "Be good, sit down, don't be boneless, I don't want to be arranged by old man Murong again, the pen in his hand is about to emit sparks."

As she said this, she gently rubbed Gu Xingyun's palm with her fingers.

Gu Xingyun bit his cheek hard, trying to calm himself down.

However, there was no place to hide this joy that was aroused, so I could only find other ways to divert my attention.

Palace Master Murong was writing with great enthusiasm when his pen suddenly flew out of his hand and stuck into the pillar opposite.

Following the direction of the withdrawing spiritual power, he only saw Gu Xingyun raising his eyebrows in warning.

Palace Master Murong immediately picked up the chopsticks, picked up something at random and put it into his mouth, pretending to be eating.

The cultivator next to him looked horrified: "Palace Master Murong, why are you eating the ointment? Is that also made of dough?"

Palace Master Murong's facial features were distorted, and he stood up and ran outside to vomit violently.

At the main seat, the two guys finally ended the fight. Yan Huailiu hugged Tutu and picked up two pieces of dessert and stuffed them into their mouths.

He touched the hair that had finally grown on his bald head and gave Little Lightning a look.

Little Lightning snorted in dissatisfaction, and before leaving, he did not forget to poke the bald head hard.

Gu Xingyun asked tentatively: "Master, can you not bring it with you at night?"