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

Mo Yan spent a lot of effort to straighten his hair, which looked like a messy thatch pile.

It was at this time that the waiter outside had already brought their ordered dishes.

"My dear guests, please take your time. We still have some dishes, which will be here soon."

After the guy finished speaking, he walked out without looking back.

The young man glanced around the private room, and finally his eyes fell on Bei Wan.

The little guy wearing a festive headdress was so short that he could only put his little arms flat on the table while sitting on the stool. He looked very much like the little rabbit he passed by in the field and poked his head out of the pit.

"Where's Yan Ci?" Mo Yan asked.

Didn't Yan Ci follow the little guy all the time?

Why is it missing now? It’s strange!

"Yan Ci has something to do, and it will come soon."

Bei Wan immediately responded to Mo Yan's words.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see that the little guy's attention is focused on the fragrant food on the table. His little hands are playing with the chopsticks, and he seems to be attracted by the fragrance.

"How about we eat first?"

Mo Yan asked tentatively.

Although he had already gone off grain, he was still a little eager to eat when he smelled the aroma of vegetables on the table.

"No, I have to wait for Yan Ci."

The little guy obviously wanted to use the chopsticks, but he still swallowed and firmly stated his position.

Mo Yan looked around at the people around him.

Well, they don't seem to have very strong worldly desires.

Only he and his junior sister wanted to eat, but the junior sister said she had to wait for Yan Ci, so he probably had no choice but to wait.

After all...this time it was to coax the entire sect to coax the junior sister to go down the mountain together.

Mo Yan was about to go out and contact Yan Ci secretly. Unexpectedly, as soon as he stood up, he saw Yan Ci lift the curtain of the private room and walk in.

"Sorry for the wait."

"Sit down, sit down!"

Mo Yan stood up immediately, pushed Yan Ci quickly to the seat, asked him to sit down, and thoughtfully put the chopsticks into his hands.

In short, extremely attentive.

Under Yan Ci's strange gaze, Mo Yan asked Xiao Naituanzi, who had the power of life and death over the food, "Can I eat it?"

Bei Wan did not answer Mo Yan. Instead, he looked at Yan Fengmian who was sitting next to him and called out softly.

"Master?"

Yan Fengmian took a sip of tea and said to Bei Wan and others, "Use your chopsticks."

Speaking of moving chopsticks, basically no one moved much except Bei Wan and Mo Yan who were eating.

They are not people who are addicted to food and drink. Moreover, they have already abstained from food and have long stopped eating miscellaneous things from the human world.

Yan Ci sat next to Bei Wan, putting vegetables into a small bowl for the little guy, but he rarely ate.

"Elder brother, what did you do just now?"

Mo Yan put the rice in his mouth and couldn't stop himself. He was curious and wanted to inquire.

To be honest, eating is quite boring.

Bei Wan also looked at him curiously. Although he didn't say anything, his expression showed the same curiosity about the same question.

"You can't stop your mouth when you eat."

Although Yan Ci complained about Mo Yan like this, he still explained to Bei Wan what he had just done.

"I just met an old friend, an old man from the Yan family army, so I went over to catch up with him."

Mo Yan pulled over the last piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and said a little regretfully.

"I thought my senior brother had some kind of confidante!"

"What is a confidante?"

Children who are in the age of learning literacy love to ask questions. Bei Wan immediately asked about the unknown vocabulary and waited for the adults to answer.

The ribs that Mo Yan was about to put into his mouth fell into the bowl. He felt a little frightened as he felt the four eyes staring at him in unison.

"A beauty is a girl, a confidant is a good friend, and a girl is a good friend."

Qi Youqing closed the ancient book in his hand and explained in a calm tone.

"Oh, sister Yunzhi is also Bei Wan's confidante, right?"

The little guy tried to draw inferences and used examples to prove that he understood it correctly.

"Forget it." Yan Ci nodded, picked up the ladle of soup, and blew it on Bei Wan.

This topic is over.

Mo Yan had a big appetite and kept eating.

Bei Wan ate for a while and then waved his hand that he couldn't eat any more. The little guy panicked and started walking around the private room twice. Finally, he stepped on the bench and lay on the window sill to watch the people coming and going below.

Yan Fengmian glanced at it and ignored the little guy.

A child in the foundation-building stage will not die if he falls from the second floor.

As a little phoenix, I can't freeze, so I can be as happy as I want.

Bei Wan held the candied hawthorn sticks bought by Yan Ci in his hand. They were sour and sweet. After he was full, he chewed one slowly and lay here. His mind was empty and he didn't think about anything. He just watched the passers-by. , when I walked in, I felt very comfortable.

Suddenly, Bei Wan felt a chill on his face.

She subconsciously looked up at the sky and saw large snowflakes like goose feathers, falling one after another.

"Snowing!"

The little guy shouted to the master and senior brothers in the room, and then she seemed to suddenly think of something and subconsciously wanted to close the window.

The third senior brother was afraid of the cold in the secret realm, and she was afraid that the third senior brother would be uncomfortable.

But soon the pushing and cursing coming from the street downstairs made her hesitate.

Bei Wan looked through a small crack in the window to where the excitement was coming from.

At the corner of the street, two young men were driving away a small figure with messy hair and tattered clothes.

"Little girl, hurry up and leave. We are also doing odd jobs for the master's family."

"Go, go, don't force us to use sticks to chase people away!"

But the young girl kept kowtowing, making gestures with her hands and praying, babbling but unable to say a complete sentence.

The guys couldn't persuade her, so they had to forcefully pick up the little girl and throw her away.

But when the little girl was thrown over, she would drag a lame leg and go over again, babbling and gesticulating with her hands.

Just when a man was about to beat the little girl in ragged clothes with a stick, an invisible force blocked his movement.

At this moment, a figure smaller than the little girl ran out of the hotel.

The small red cloak swelled in the wind, and the two flowers tied to her head swayed as she ran.

Bei Wan didn't mind that the little girl was dirty, so he stood directly in front of the little girl and protected her behind him.

"Don't hit her!"

The little guy roared fiercely.

The two guys looked at the pink and jade-like little guy in front of them, with an aura of aura all over his body, and knew that his status was either rich or noble.

He immediately stopped his hand and hid the stick behind his back.

I couldn't help but think in my heart: Which innocent, charming, and super rich young lady is this?

Following Bei Wan, Mo Yan, who came out to watch the excitement, handed two broken pieces of silver into the hands of the waiter and asked curiously.

"Hey, who is that little beggar?"

The waiter immediately said: "Sir, this little beggar has been here for nearly half a month. He is crazy, can't speak, and is mute. He has been waiting in front of our restaurant all day, and the owner asked him to drive him away."

"I haven't been here for a few days. The last time I came, my legs were fine. I don't know what happened this time. My legs are lame."

Another guy also quickly added:

"It's chaotic. The wars haven't stopped in the past few years. There are many beggars and refugees. Our master's family is not ruthless. We have also given out good porridge, but we can't let beggars influence us in front of the restaurant!"

Mo Yan nodded, indicating that he understood.

Naturally, he heard the Yan Ci on the side. He frowned slightly when he remembered what he had just said to the uncle of the Yan family army.

He has indeed not paid attention to mortal affairs in these years. Immortal cultivators cannot interfere in mortal military affairs as long as they enter the foundation-building stage.

Therefore, unless it is to subjugate demons and eliminate demons, there are generally very few immortals who come to the mortal world.

I just didn't expect that in just a few years, wars would break out all over the world, which made people sigh.

As he lowered his head and thought, he heard Mo Yan curse beside him, grabbed his wrist, and ran forward.

"Why are you so dazed? The children have been kidnapped!!!"