Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

"I'm sorry to trouble you to cook again." Nan Xiang ate the green vegetables and looked at Yan Chen across from him with a smile.

Yanchen shook his head with a smile and served Nan Xiang food again: "It's not troublesome, I like cooking."

Nan Xiang did not continue to speak. She felt that the atmosphere around her was strange, so it was better not to speak.

This dinner was spent in silence. The atmosphere was a little strange, but the relationship between humans and demons was extremely harmonious.

After the meal, Yanchen used magic to wash the bowls, and the two of them sat at the door of the courtyard and watched the stars.

Mainly because Nan Xiang, who had been holding back his dinner time for a long time, couldn't help but want to find someone to chat with. It was rare for someone to take the trouble to listen to her for three years, and Nan Xiang felt very satisfied.

Yanchen is a good listener. He will not interrupt Nan Xiang's words at will, nor will he be bored by Nan Xiang's strange questions that are different from ordinary people's brain circuits. He is like a tree hole, Sour, sweet, and bitter can be poured into it, but it is not just like a tree hole, because it can also give Nanxiang gentle and firm strength, which makes people feel at ease.

Although Nan Xiang didn't think deeply about it, in her subconscious, maybe at the first glance, she decided that Yanchen, the pink rose flower demon, was worthy of her trust.

"Little Taoist priest, I am going on a long trip these days. I will be back in six days." Yanchen's tone was gentle, hesitant, and seemed a little reluctant to leave.

Nan Xiang didn't ask him where he was going. She showed her dimples and said, "Okay. Pay attention to safety."

Under her smile, she hid the sudden unspeakable bitterness and silently recited the Qingxin Jue dozens of times in her heart.

She subconsciously ignored the man's last sentence because of the previous words.

"Yes. I will."

Yanchen stared at Nan Xiang with burning eyes. He noticed the little girl's loss and wanted to tell the little girl something. He opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"When will we set off?" Nan Xiang asked.

Yanchen thought for a moment and said, "Tomorrow at Mao hour."

Nan Xiang smiled, and his dull, unfocused eyes were also stained with a little smile: "Okay. I'll give it to you."

Yanchen gently refused: "No, it's too troublesome."

"It's not troublesome." The little girl seemed to have thought of something, the smile on her face deepened, her dimples were deeply sunk, and she was full of agility, "You said there is no need to talk about trouble between you and me."

Yanchen chuckled lightly, his hair moved automatically without any wind, and a small strand was entangled with the little girl's scattered black hair, which was intimate and harmonious:

"it is good."

Because of her eyes, Nan Xiang had very good hearing. She endured double torture: the first was the man's gentle, low and charming voice. Just a simple word "good" had a different charm, which made people feel uncomfortable. She sighed, she was indeed a fairy; the second thing was that she could hear the sound of the man's hair sliding past her ears and entwining her hair, which made her feel a little hot.

Nan Xiang turned sideways slightly: "It's getting late, I'm going to rest first."

Yanchen: "Okay."

Nan Xiang turned around and walked into the room.

After walking a few steps, she stopped and turned to "look" at Yanchen: "On the left side of the hall is my master's room. There is nothing in it after master left, but I will clean it every few days. No matter you It's up to you whether it's better to go back to your body and rest or sleep in a room."

Yanchen: "Okay."

After explaining clearly, Nanxiang turned around and returned to the room.

Looking at Nan Xiang's back, Yanchen's smile became gentler and gentler, and the stars would be indulging in this tenderness.

Nan Xiang returned to the house, closed the door, leaned against the door, touched his heart with one hand, and reviewed what happened today in his mind.

Among these things, apart from herself, the most important thing is Yanchen, a man she has only known for a day.

"It's just one day, why do we seem to have met so many times..." Nan Xiang murmured.

……

The next day, Nan Xiang got up, walked out of the door, and came to the yard. He felt that the only pink rose in front of the yard was no longer there. Nan Xiang was a little disappointed.

She walked to her master's room again and knocked on the door first.

As a result, no one was there for a long time. I thought that I didn't see the rose flower in the yard just now, but now this room is unusually quiet, and everything is unusual.

Nan Xiang had a guess in her mind. She opened the door and went in. She stood there and looked around using Taoism and the other four senses.

There is no rose scent, only the woody scent of furniture that has not been occupied for a long time.

At this time, Nan Xiang already understood that he did not rest here last night.

Even though this house has many Taoist talismans, which are harmful to ordinary monsters and ghosts, they are not targeted at monsters with merit. Yanchen is the first demon with merit she has ever seen, and perhaps the only one in the world. A demon with majestic merit.

That's why when Yanchen said he wanted to become a demon immortal, Nanxiang replied: "It will come true."

In fact, judging from Nan Xiang's reading of various ancient books, it is possible for Yanchen to become a demon god in the future.

Nan Xiang didn't stay in this room for long. After she finished investigating, she immediately left and came to the inner hall.

He said there was no need to send it, but he really didn't ask her to send it, which was a bit regretful.

Maybe he's healed and won't come back.

Nan Xiang had some random thoughts for a while.

No, the aura on his body is reassuring. He said he would be back in six days...

Six days later? !

If today is the first day, then wouldn’t it be September 13th six days later, my eighteenth birthday, and he was going to prepare my gift?

But we have only known each other for a day...

Could it be that I am being sentimental?

Nan Xiang's heart was in chaos, his baby face was full of entanglements, and his unfocused eyes had a different look, although he still couldn't see the world.

"never mind."

Nan Xiang pushed away the complicated emotions in his mind, picked up the sword and tools for drawing talismans as usual and started practicing Taoism every day.

After she finished practicing, she passed by the cluster of flowers and hit a small Taoist technique on the petal of an iris.

She felt a trace of Yan Chen's breath, and quickly used Taoism to hold up the iris petal, her face full of doubts and surprise.

The petals touched Nan Xiang's Taoism and quickly turned into a few lines of blue-purple text, and then these words quickly entered Nan Xiang's mind.