Before Jade Purity Immortal could answer, another voice spoke first.
Gu Xingyun was stunned for a moment, and his heart softened instantly.
"Ah? Host, do you like him at this moment? I can't even tell."
Yan Huailiu did not answer again, but quietly watched the scene of Jade Purity Master coaxing the child.
——Your master is just shy. He really likes you. No one doesn’t like our good kids~ Your master just has a bad temper...
——Good boy, it’s not good for you to be frugal with words. It will bring more suffering to a boy. Can the master help you choose a new name?
—Hmm… Your master's name is Huailiu. The mountain stream, the water, and the clouds in the sky all symbolize freedom and unrestrainedness. You and your master are destined to be together, so why not follow his meaning and call him Xingyun? Gu Xingyun.
This memory is beautiful no matter who it is, and I don’t want to miss it in the slightest.
——This is the longevity lock I bought for you. Other children have it, and our Xingyun should also have one. Doesn’t it look good?
Xiao Xingyun held up the lock with a curious look on his face.
——Master, why is it called the longevity lock? Does it mean that you can live a hundred years if you wear it?
Jade Purity Immortal was extremely happy.
——That’s more than a hundred years. The main purpose of wearing it is to ward off disasters and evil spirits, and to bring longevity and wealth. I hope that you will be safe and sound in the future, and everything will go well.
"Host, isn't this something only newborn babies wear? Can he still wear it now that he's this old?"
"Why not? He's just a kid, he can wear it whenever he wants!"
When Gu Xingyun heard his master speaking for him, he suddenly felt like laughing.
But soon, he couldn't laugh anymore.
The me in my memory looked very happy and didn’t forget to ask another question.
——Does Master also have a longevity lock?
I feel worried when I mention Jade Pure Immortal.
——No, your master thinks wearing gold is tacky, he only wants jade.
——He's been picky since he was little. He only likes light-colored clothes. He thinks they're dirty if they get a little dusty. He wants to change eight hundred outfits a day. He won't even be happy with a little red embroidery. It would be great if children could wear something festive...
A familiar voice sounded, with a hint of grievance.
"Master, I changed all my clothes into festive colors, but you didn't even notice..."
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