Venerable Wanjian also wanted to go down the mountain. He wanted to fight, really wanted to fight.
——But he can’t go!
Venerable Wanjian was particularly sad.
"Then you better take care of yourselves."
Venerable Wanjian looked at Si Lingfeng with melancholy.
"I will protect Ayun."
Si Lingfeng glanced at Si Ruoyun who was stretching her neck to look at the pot, and there was a barely perceptible smile in his tone.
"I will protect my sister too!"
Si Ruoyun said reflexively.
The smile in Si Lingfeng's eyes suddenly faded. She stirred the pot with the serving chopsticks and said, "The meat is cooked."
Then he picked up some meat for Si Ruoyun, used his spiritual energy to cool it down, and then put the meat in Si Ruoyun's bowl.
Over there, Venerable Wanjian looked at the pot expectantly and scooped out the osmanthus cake with a spoon.
The osmanthus cake, which was originally as white as snow, has now been dyed red. The red oil hangs on the surface of the osmanthus cake, which is bright and juicy, and makes people very appetizing at the sight.
Venerable Wan Jian swallowed his saliva and stuffed the osmanthus cake into his mouth - then his expression changed.
It’s really hot, but why does it smell weird?
Si Ruoyun held the small bowl and looked at Master Wanjian curiously.
"Venerable Sir, how does it taste?"
Venerable Wanjian's facial features were distorted. Osmanthus cake is supposed to be sweet, but the other pot was spicy and salty. The combination of these two flavors was simply sour and refreshing.
Moreover, although Venerable Wanjian’s food was not light (because he often added too much oil and salt), he had never eaten spicy food, so he was about to cry at this moment.
But as a venerable, Venerable Wanjian was very concerned about his reputation, so at this time he just tried hard to adjust his expression.
After a while, after swallowing the osmanthus cake with difficulty, Venerable Wanjian said with dignity.
"Fine."
Zhao Liangyuan on the side: "..."
It's better to suffer in order to save face.
Si Ruoyun blinked, "Really?"
"But it probably doesn't suit your taste." Venerable Wanjian said calmly.
Si Ruoyun originally wanted to give it a try, but after hearing what Venerable Wanjian said, she withdrew her hand that was reaching for the plate of osmanthus cake.
"The area that the Holy Mist Sect is responsible for is the southeast?"
These large sects are responsible for different areas, just like the Wanjian Sect is responsible for the Northeast.
"Yes." Si Lingfeng nodded, "I'm going to go home with Ayun."
"Home?"
Venerable Wanjian was stunned.
This word seemed to be very unfamiliar to him. After all, Venerable Wanjian had lived for so many years, and his family had long since passed away.
He was originally a cowherd in a small mountain village. He met his master by chance, who discovered his potential and accepted him into the Wanjian Sect.
His parents were both ordinary people, and the lifespan of ordinary people is no more than a hundred years. Now he can't even remember what his parents look like.
Not to mention home.
Now Wanjianmen is his home.
"Yes, I want to go home with my sister to see Yingqi and Xiao Huang!"
Si Ruoyun said excitedly.
Si Lingfeng paused, oh no, he forgot about Xiao Huang!
Xiao Huang is the chicken raised by Si Ruoyun.
But that chicken was not a monster, it was just an ordinary chicken. It has been a hundred years, and it has long become chicken soup!
She had to get another little yellow quickly.
"very nice."
Venerable Wanjian couldn't help but feel a little envious.
Although Wanjianmen is his home, it is just saying this. There is still a difference between Wanjianmen and home.
Home requires family.
Where is his family?
It is difficult for young children to understand the melancholy of this old monster.
Those who come from cultivation families also find it difficult to understand the melancholy of people like Venerable Wanjian.
Venerable Wanjian was only melancholy for a moment, but soon returned to normal and began to enjoy the food calmly.
I have to say, the hot pot is really delicious.
Venerable Wanjian thought in a trance.
Si Ruoyun turned her head to look at Venerable Wanjian, and then suddenly took out a red rope from her storage bag and carefully placed it on Venerable Wanjian's wrist.
"This is?"
Venerable Wanjian looked at Si Ruoyun curiously.
"This is the bond of love. As long as you are tied to him, no matter where you are, there will always be someone who cares about you."
Si Ruoyun's eyebrows were curved.
"I will always be concerned about His Holiness."
The little girl still had some baby fat on her cheeks, and when she smiled, her facial features looked rounder and softer.
A place where you have ties is called home.
Venerable Wanjian let Si Ruoyun tie the red rope, and couldn't help but smile.
"good."
Zhao Liangyuan, who was standing next to him, looked at Si Ruoyun and suddenly understood why Venerable Wanjian could make such an exception for Si Ruoyun.
After all, Venerable Wanjian didn't say anything, but the little girl had already done it.
After tying the red rope for Venerable Wanjian, Si Ruoyun seemed to be fine again and went back to eating and drinking.
Si Lingfeng glanced at the red rope on Master Wanjian's wrist, then touched his own empty wrist.
Jealous.
Venerable Wanjian has it, why doesn’t she have it?
Even though he knew that even if Si Ruoyun was nice to other people, she was the best to him, Si Lingfeng still couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.
She wanted to cover up all her light and let it bloom only for her.
But she couldn't bear to do it.
To Yu Silingfeng, Si Ruoyun was like the moon hanging high in the sky. Although she had already embraced the moonlight, she still hoped that the moonlight would only shine on her.
What she wants is not just unreasonable favoritism and preference, but she must be the only one.
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