Chunyin

baby bump...

I have been a lonely ghost for more than 100 years, and suddenly I was called a baby bump, and my old face was a bit unbearable-I can guarantee that my broken jiao, who does not love my mother or mother, is definitely the first one in the sky and the earth Back to being called Baby Pimple...

I was so embarrassed here, Guangling was pleased to hear others praise his apprentice, and said: "This little jiao has suffered a lot, and he can follow others with a piece of candy. As a master, I can't help worrying."

I:"?"

Cang Lan also had a look of death, and smiled and said: "Guangling God Lord, don't worry, your precious disciple is infatuated with you, no one can take his idea."

I:"……"

What and what... Can this Canglan Immortal stop using embarrassing words all the time?

So did Zhuang Ziyu, what kind of master was he like when he was in the lower realm?Back to the Sky Shelf gets poured very quickly.

Canglan said some nonsense, but Guangling listened with enthusiasm, took a sip of tea to catch up, and said, "Really?"

Canglan said: "At that time he had just returned to the East China Sea from Feiyun Peak. He wandered around alone in the East China Sea. He lost his way and came to my island." Mr. Canglan leaned on the railing. Looking at me slightly, as if recalling the past, "The Izumo envoy was not very old at that time, and he showed his shape, his whole body was silver and white, shining like a rainbow on the head of the cloud. I have never seen such a beautiful dragon. , and coaxed him down from the clouds, the god said, what was the first sentence he said to me?"

Gou Mang listened to each other and echoed, "What is it?"

Cang Lan said: "He landed on the ground, saluted me first, and then asked, 'Excuse me, how can I get to Feiyun Peak?'"

Guangling glanced at me when he heard the words, but didn't speak.

Lord Canglan continued: "Although the Jiao clan is rare, I have seen a few of them. Because the Jiao clan lives in isolation and has no education, their temperament is often very withdrawn and unruly. However, the Izumo envoy at that time behaved politely , Benxian couldn't help being curious about why he developed such a temperament, so he kept him—" Canglan Lord covered his mouth and coughed, "Naturally, I couldn't help but touch him twice."

I:"……"

Touch it and touch it, why say it again?

"However," Cang Lan said, "after this little Jiao fell asleep after being touched by me, he dreamed of calling out 'Master'. I wondered which Master it was, but after I inquired about it, I found out that Guangling Shenjun was silently accepting it." Such a well-behaved apprentice."

I listened and looked at Guangling, not knowing what to say for a while.

Mr. Canglan spoke in a calm tone, and the appearance of the little dragon covered in clouds and mist gradually became clear in my heart.As Canglan-jun said, it is luck in a million that a little Jiao with no father and mother can grow into the appearance of Izumo.The name of that luck is nothing but "Guangling Shenjun".

It's just that I thought about what I did in the world, and I'm afraid it couldn't be compared with the word "beautiful".

"Hey..." Canglan looked at me and suddenly sighed softly, "I thought that the protection of the gods would be enough to keep this child safe and sound, but who knows..."

I raised my eyes and looked at Mr. Canglan—who knows what?What happened caused that well-behaved disciple of Guangling to fall into the mortal world and become like me.

I was waiting for Canglan to finish speaking, but Guangling interrupted him.

"With my protection, of course he will be safe and sound all his life."

Guangling's tone was ordinary, after saying this, he lowered his head and took a sip of tea, and said goodbye to Lord Canglan.

The drizzle was blowing on Yingzhou Island, and the breeze blew on me with a damp coolness. I was a little stunned.I don't know if I misunderstood it, but what Guangling usually said seems to be a great promise.But if what he said was true, what was Zhuang Ziyu's standing on the sidelines?If I really am Izumo, what does it matter if he refuses my offer?

Thousands of clues were tangled in my mind and became a mess. After I fell asleep, they were suppressed, and now Zhuang Ziyu's light words hooked them up from the bottom of the water again.I looked at Zhuang Ziyu and wanted to say something, but I didn't know what to say.I have no way of knowing how much Liang Lanxuan's short life is worth in the endless life of Guangling Shenjun—whether Liang Lanxuan's grievances can be discussed with Guangling Shenjun?

When I came back to my senses from this sentence, I don't know where the conversation of the three immortals went.Gou Mang lazily stood up, and said: "Why haven't those three come back yet, don't they fight with Long Qi. I'll take a look."

He left his seat to leave, but stopped before leaving, suddenly bent down towards Guangling, frowned and leaned into his ear to look.

Guangling wanted to avoid it, but Jumang said, "Don't move."

After a while, Gou Mang said again: "Guangling, who bit your ear? It hasn't healed after so many days?"

I heard Gou Mang's tone was very strange, so I leaned over to look at it, but before I looked at it, I felt my wrist sink, and my hand was grabbed by Guangling.Guangling grabbed me with one hand, pushed Jumang away with the other, raised his chin and said calmly, "Look what's over there."

When he said this, several people in the attic looked in the direction he pointed, but the sky was so vast that there was nothing there.Among the three people, I was the first to react—the majestic Guangling Shenjun actually used this method to divert attention?I turned around, only to see Guangling raised his eyebrows at me with a smile, as if he had succeeded.

I snorted, and was about to say that he was disrespectful, but I heard a crane chirping from the sky. I looked again and saw a white crane flying towards the attic with two people on its back. While waving excitedly, the other young man looked panicked.

The appearance of that young man made my heart skip a beat. I was afraid that I might have misread it, so I went to the railing and took a closer look.

The white crane flapped its wings a few times before approaching, followed by Zhaochu and greeted me: "Izumo—" I finally saw exactly what the young man looked like.

He was lying on the crane's back, hugging the white crane's neck tightly, his eyes were closed, his face was pale, and he was in a very embarrassing situation.

It's hard to imagine that person would be in such a state of embarrassment. He hardly looked like him, but I was all too familiar with those features, and they definitely belonged to Fu Huan.