A five-year-old junior sister, she is the group favorite of four crazy critics

Chapter 384 Bei Wan: Yan Nanhui, let’s come together!

The storyteller made the story of the mass graves very mysterious.

Qingcheng is full of fragrant restaurants.

"As mentioned last time, Zhang Mazi was drunk and lost his way. He walked to the mass grave in a trance. In the dead of night, the wind and grass were blowing, and rustling sounds came from his feet. Zhang Mazi only felt a movement on his ankle. Cold! The delicate, silky but cold touch was like a water ghost urging him to death. His heartbeat was thundering, and the wine seemed to wake him up at that moment. When he looked back, he saw..."

The storyteller lowered his voice, and the surroundings were silent. The diners subconsciously held their breath at some point, waiting to hear what was going on.

Even the waiter in the restaurant slowed down.

While the diners in the restaurant were waiting expectantly and fearfully for the result, the young man in the corner waved and softly called the waiter.

The young man's hair is tied up with a silver crown, and his body is made of dark black brocade. The noble and mysterious Taotie pattern is embroidered with gold thread. His whole body has an aura that is subtle but cannot be ignored.

When the waiter saw this, his eyes lit up, and then he became a little confused. He shouldn't have noticed such a handsome young man just now!

"Another bowl of Lingmi eight-treasure rice!"

After the young man finished speaking, the waiter was just about to answer when he heard a calm but childish voice.

"Put more sugar!"

The waiter's eyes moved slightly, and he saw that opposite the young man, there was a young girl who was pretty but quiet and not noisy.

The little girl was also wearing a gilt black dress with a phoenix totem embroidered on gold thread. Originally, a child would not be able to wear such noble and dark clothes, but the little girl in front of her could definitely do so.

Because Xu was still young, there was no hairpin on her head. Instead, it was skillfully braided with a golden ribbon, and her delicate and fluffy hair hung down on her side.

However, when he talked about adding more sugar to the eight-treasure rice, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked a little more innocent!

"okay!"

When the waiter turned to leave, he was still curious as to why no one noticed such a handsome young man and young girl! It's so strange.

As a result, when the waiter walked ten feet away from Bei Wan, the waiter looked back, but could not recognize the handsome brother and sister at a glance from the crowd.

It seemed that... such handsome brother and sister had never appeared before, and the appearance of those two people could not be imagined by Xiao Er. They were obviously so stunning.

"Brother, when are you going to the mass grave?"

"Don't worry, listen first, so as not to alert the enemy!"

Mo Yan casually threw out a mid-grade hidden spirit fruit and raised his voice to the teller, "Speak!"

The storyteller was also a discerning person. When he saw the hidden spirit fruit, he immediately threw aside the low-level spirit stones and gold and silver thrown by the listeners and coughed twice.

"The moonlight was pale, and the surrounding wind was gusting. Zhang Mazi turned his head very slowly and looked down. Suddenly, a cold sweat broke out from his back, and his throat seemed to be pinched."

"It was a man whose mouth was sealed with needle and thread, his eyes were gouged out, and his nose was cut off. When he looked up at Zhang Mazi, the corners of his mouth that couldn't be opened were still raised strangely, and a cold voice seemed to come from the man's abdomen. .”

The storyteller lowered his voice, moved his fingers slightly, and a cool breeze rushed in from the outside, as if the listeners present were also trapped in a mass grave. Zhang Mazi was the diners present, and the man was holding their ankles.

The storyteller's voice was like someone coming from the underworld to ask for souls: "He said, 'If you come, I can live...'"

But Mo Yan just shook his head and smiled, leaning lazily on the wooden table, taking a few sips from the wine glass, and glanced down at the little girl next to him.

Not affected by the storyteller's words at all, her white and tender neck was exposed, she was fragile and cute, and she was immersed in her work, concentrating seriously.

"How much do you think is true and how much false?" Mo Yan asked.

The little guy who was cooking raised his head, swallowed the food in his mouth, looked at the storyteller with clear and calm eyes, and thought for a moment: "At most two points of truth."

The little guy tilted his head, and there was still a little baby fat on his face. Maybe it was because he had the blood of the Phoenix in his body, or maybe it was because he had reached Nascent Soul at such a young age. Although Bei Wan is almost eleven years old, from the outside, he still has the height and childlike appearance of a seven or eight-year-old child.

She looks young, but she is persistent and a bit indifferent, and the gorgeous black phoenix dress embroidered with gold in front of her adds a bit of nobility and mystery to her.

The little guy poured herself a cup of tea, and the mist fell on her eyelashes. When she raised her eyes, her clear eyes were filled with a bit of solemnity.

"Brother, go to the mass grave tonight."

If it weren't for her senior brother who just found out about mass graves, things happen at night, and she would have gone directly there to avoid disturbing others during the day.

After all, it's a human or a ghost. Instead of guessing, it's better to go up and have a look.

If he's a human, he'll be beaten once; if he's a ghost, he'll be beaten several times!

Mo Yan was slightly stunned, and then...

Before his mind could react, the young man's hands stretched out and pressed on the little guy's soft cheeks, rubbing them hard twice as if he was enjoying himself.

Under Bei Wan's blank and strange gaze, Mo Yan stretched out and shouted: "Comfortable!"

The rice pudding with extra sugar was also served. Bei Wan didn't bother to care about his senior brother's behavior just now. He picked up his chopsticks and took a bite, his eyes brightening.

Comfortable!

As the sun set over the western mountains, Brother Shutan and his sister walked out of the restaurant.

When he saw the young man sitting in the teahouse opposite, he stopped in agreement.

The young man has a tall and straight figure, and the simple and elegant clothes of the Qingya Sect are worn on him. He is really as noble as bamboo, without showing any pretense. He is sitting there, drinking tea in silence, but attracting the attention of all passersby.

There was no other reason. The uniform of a disciple of the Qingya Sect was already impressive enough, not to mention the young man's handsome appearance and upright temperament.

Mo Yan: "Tsk...he's here to find us?"

Bei Wan: "Should."

Mo Yan: "So, he threw Ji Wuchen's stubbornness to senior brother and let him lead a bunch of brainless disciples to discuss?"

Bei Wan: "It looks like it is."

For a moment, both Mo Yan and Bei Wan were silent.

They had seen with their own eyes how single-minded Ji Wuchen was, not to mention the group of Qingya Sect disciples who had no brains and were babbling.

It’s really hard for Senior Brother.

When Yan Nanhui saw the two people coming out, she was about to get up and go to find the senior brothers and sisters of Cangyan Sect.

I saw the big one and the small one turning around and leaving quickly, as if they were running away.

Yan Nanhui:......

For some reason, the young man's eyes dimmed slightly.

He knew that there was a grudge between Qingya Sect and Cangyan Sect, and even the relationship between his master and Mo Yan was complicated.

but……

He indeed admired Cangyan Sect and tried to make friends with them, but it seemed that it didn't work.

They didn't like him.

Yan Nanhui sighed, it didn't matter, those people he admired from the Cangyan Sect didn't necessarily want them to like him too.

People are complicated, and feelings are complicated. If you like me, I will definitely like you, and that would be terrible.

Yan Nanhui admitted that he did have selfish motives for coming.

He wanted to try to compete with Bei Wan, or fight against the enemy together with Bei Wan.

It's just... A wry smile appeared on the young man's face, he left the spirit stone behind and left lonely.

If he can't go with him, he should go to the mass graves to see what's going on.

After leaving the city and walking toward the mass graves, there were fewer and fewer people.

It was getting late, white mist was rising, and Yan Nanhui clenched the Wandering Dragon Sword in his hand.

A black figure flashed from the distance.

Yan Nanhui became alert, but felt that her clothes seemed to be grabbed by something.

"Let's go together."

A cold, childish voice came from behind.

Yan Nanhui suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and then some joy filled her heart.

The little girl was dressed in gorgeous and noble clothes, with a delicate and cute little face that was straight and serious. Yan Nanhui could see the shadows of the Cangyan Sect people in her body.

His clothes are very similar to Mo Yan's, his face is cold and stern, and he feels a bit like Liao Jin. He also has the coolness of Qi Youqing, and his temper and tone have the calmness of stern words.

She didn't pull Yan Nanhui's clothes. The reason why Yan Nanhui felt this way was because of a low branch behind her.

A young man who looked like a brother and sister also walked out of the fog, looked at the young man up and down: "Taijindan, let's come together!"

It's a bit weird here, so let's let their rich little junior sister protect the two of them!

Perhaps it is because he has experienced a period of "eating soft food" without cultivation, but Mo Yan can now see clearly. The younger junior sister is strong, and she can get magic weapons, formations, pills and pills at will. Her cultivation is not bad, and she can still shake the boss .

It can be said that in this dimension, their Bei Wan is basically a being that no one can mess with.

Mo Yan is so proud!

Bei Wan tilted his head slightly and looked at Yan Nanhui with confusion, who not only did not agree, but even took a step back.

"If you don't want to, forget it."

Because the anticipation came so suddenly, Yan Nanhui's eyes narrowed in disbelief, and she quickly said: "No, no, no, yes, yes!"

Mo Yan, whose mind has not been very clean recently:?

Why is this kid so shy? He looks so worthless!

The three of them walked in the direction of the mass grave together, but the atmosphere was a bit strange.

Bei Wan looked at the fog in front of him, Yan Nanhui's eyes always fell on Bei Wan, and Mo Yan kept staring at Yan Nanhui.

A strange combination.

The surrounding fog is getting thicker and thicker, and even the visibility of Bei Wan at the Nascent Soul level is not too far away.

Even a little scarlet emerged from the surrounding fog, and Bei Wan suddenly stopped.

Yan Nanhui immediately calmed down and became vigilant.

Mo Yan, on the other hand, leaned closer to his junior sister, enjoying the soft food as he should.