The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 449
One day of leisure, the next day the entire Phoenix Hall was busy with training.

Cen Mu is not a member of the clan, but with the names of Wu Jiu and Si Yan, he also occupied one of the seats and was led to practice immortal arts.Wu Jiu's injury was not recovering, so Cen Mu also postponed the trip together, and took a few days of vacation together.Only Si Yan was too busy all day long to spare.

When Wu Jiu's injury was about to heal, Si Yan took the time to check it out and was going to explain some related matters.He was not an outsider, so he pushed the door open without thinking too much, and saw Cen Mu lying on the bed in a strange way, with a pot of melon seeds in his hand, spitting out the melon seeds while eating.

And Wu Jiu, who used to play around with Cen Mu, was sitting at a table not far away, concentrating on reading the ancient books that Si Yan sent over last time.Because they were all relatively precious books, Si Yan had explained them when they handed them over to her.Therefore, Wujiu didn't circle the dots on it, but prepared a lot of papers to keep aside, and would draw them when encountering important points. At this moment, there was already a large stack of papers in front of him.

He went straight towards Wu Jiu without disturbing her, and raised his hand to check a few notes made by Wu Jiu.After a few glances, there was already admiration in his eyes, and he nodded inadvertently.

Cen Mu knew that he was coming in a long time ago, and he didn't even look this way when he saw Si Yan, so he had to clean up the food that was lying on the bed, and cleaned up the spit-on melon seeds with a big wave of his hand.Then he paced slowly behind Si Yan, pretending to take a piece of paper and nodding while looking at it.

Wu Jiu was disturbed by his movement and raised his head: "Be careful, if you destroy this paper, I'll wring your head off and make soup!"

Cen Mu had no choice but to put down the things in his hand, opened a chair, sat down and yawned: "Practicing immortal arts requires hands-on practice. What's the use of writing here every day."

"It's very useful!" Wu Jiu glared at him. Seeing that Cen Mu had closed his eyes while leaning on the chair, he didn't bother to explain to him. He started to tidy up the books on the table, then looked up at Si Yan, "Master, come here." But what's the matter? Is it something to practice together? My injury is almost healed, and I should be able to go with you tomorrow."

Si Yan nodded, seeing a smile that he hadn't seen for a long time blooming on Wu Jiu's face, and the coldness between his eyebrows also loosened a lot.

Cen Mu, who was lying on the chair, moved. It seemed that this sitting position was not comfortable. He changed to a strange but comfortable position, and still closed his eyes.He snorted softly, with little smiles, "Return Master..."

Then how about he returns to his wife, will this fox be willing to bark?
Cen Mu was thinking in his heart, just lying down in this comfortable sleeping position, when he heard Wu Jiu laughing: "Master, how are you going to prepare for tomorrow, can't you be a sleeping demon? When we finish our practice, we will come back and see You fell asleep."

"Ahem!" Cen Mu shivered and almost rolled off the chair, and his throat was almost choked by his own saliva.Fortunately, there are a lot of melon seeds to eat, so I don't have much saliva.

It was not easy to change, and Wu Jiu was looking at him with a smile on his chin.Si Yan didn't react much, and still had a cold face, flipping through the books on the table.Obviously not doing anything, just standing there, but it is like a living aphrodisiac, provoking people's hearts.

(End of this chapter)