After the goddess wears into the interstellar

Mu Yu ran to Mr. Lan's door in one breath, and he was relieved after confirming that Qi Ling hadn't chased him.

It's not that he's stingy, it's that he has no money.In order to make waves at the auction, all the star coins in his hand were used to buy materials.

When I have money in the future, I will definitely build a top-notch and aesthetic body for Qi Ling!

After tidying up the broken hair in front of his forehead, Mu Yu took out the small notebook on his body, and recited the quotations on it silently in his heart.

Not to mention, the novel recommended by Huang Tang last time was really useful. He used the protagonist's quotations in it flexibly, and the relationship with Mr. Lan eased a lot.

Clearing his throat, he opened the door.

"Man, here I come."

Zong Lan in the room was sitting at the desk looking down at something, without raising his head, he replied, "Yes."

Recently, Mu Yu would come every night, he was already used to the other party's strange appearance.

Mu Yu approached with ease, "Man, what are you looking at?"

Zong Lan: "..."

Seeing the book in his hand clearly, Mu Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, "Man, you seem to be very interested in cultivating sects? Why, do you want to join my Excalibur sect and stay by my side every day?"

Zong Lan: "..."

Forget it, just ignore him.

Mu Yu is also used to Mr. Lan's silent state of mind, and successfully said the three opening sentences of today, he turned around and sat cross-legged on the chair, with piles of yellow wood and gold in front of him.

He has successfully transformed more than 120 catties of yellow wood gold into witch gold. The sky gold spirit root in Mr. Lan's body is like an inexhaustible gold element bank. Start by purifying more!

One kilogram of wujin may not be worth entering the auction, but what about a piece of wujin that weighs more than 100 kilograms? !

Thinking of that scene, Mu Yu was so excited that he immediately formed an array in his hands and started today's purification work.

Sensing the energy fluctuation behind him, Zong Lan slowly closed the book in his hand and turned around, "Do you have time the day after tomorrow?"

"Huh?" Mu Yu raised his head when the formation was just completed, "Not necessarily, do you have something to do?"

Zong Lan: "Well, the dean of the Star Reaching Academy is back. I'm going to see him the morning after tomorrow. You will come with me."

"The old dean of Zhaixing Academy?" Mu Yu formed the formation in his hand, with a hint of doubt on his face, "Why did you bring me to meet him? You won't deal with it?"

He was a bodyguard not a page.

Zong Lan: "The situation is more complicated, and there may be emergencies."

"Oh, fine, just finish before noon," Mu Yu replied, "I have to go to the auction in the afternoon."

After saying that, he cleared his throat, and said with great anger: "Whoever dares to hurt you, I will let his whole family be buried with you!"

Zong Lan: "..."

"What auction?"

"My friend's mecha shop is held, and there are many good things. Man, if you think about it, I can take you to squander it."

After more than 20 days of training, Zong Lan was almost immune to these frivolous words, raised his eyebrows and asked, "You pay for what I like?"

"...No," Mu Yu said sternly, "A man worthy of my attention must have strong independent ability."

Zong Lan: "..."

"Come, come, sit closer." Mu Yu waved to him, and then pushed the Huang Mujin in front of him into the formed formation, "I'm going to start purifying!"

Seeing the natural switching between his two speaking states, Zong Lan sighed vaguely and leaned against the head of the bed.

Today Mr. Lan is even more talkative than yesterday!Mu Yu couldn't help but credit the novel recommended by Huang Tang again.

A few streaks of golden light popped out from Mu Yu's fingertips, and complex patterns of light slowly formed among them, and then stuck on Zong Lan's exposed arm with rolled up sleeves.

"You are very clean, and you are qualified to give me the golden spirit root of the day."

"..." Zong Lan opened the book, "You should not say such things in the future."

Mu Yu: "What? Are you afraid you won't be able to restrain your heartbeat?"

Zong Lan: "No, I'm afraid I can't help but do it."

Mu Yu: "..."

It seems that Mr. Lan didn't like this sentence, Mu Yu crossed it out in his mind, and then concentrated on looking at Huang Mujin in the formation, and cautiously used his mental power to penetrate into it.

After these few days of refining, his movements have become more proficient, and his failure rate has also decreased. It seems that he will be able to break through the [-] kg mark in a short time.

"Have your abilities evolved?" Zong Lan felt that the abilities of the people around him were unusual, and Zong Lan looked over.

Mu Yu: "That's right."

With such a pure heavenly metal spiritual root around him, coupled with intensive training during the day and non-stop breathing of spiritual power every night, his cultivation base has been promoted from the early stage of Nascent Soul to the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

Sensing carefully the difference in energy around Mu Yu, Zong Lan's eyes moved slightly.

It seems that Wen Te's words are somewhat true, he does have a thorough understanding of abilities.

After an unknown amount of time, Zong Lan withdrew his mental power and looked up at the light brain.

The appointment with Yuan Xi last night was at 12:30, and it has been 10 minutes now, why haven't he come yet?

Zong Lan sat up and looked at Mu Yu.

The distance will affect the purity of the absorbed gold element, Mu Yu blurted out: "Don't move, I won't guarantee what will happen if you move again!"

"..." Zong Lan: "Do you have a class taught by Yuan Xi today?"

Mu Yu: "Yes, but get out of class ends at eight o'clock in the evening."

After finishing speaking, he continued: "Who allows you to think about other men in my bed?"

Zong Lan: "This is my bed."

After speaking, he suddenly approached Mu Yu.

"?" Mu Yu shrank back subconsciously, "What are you going to do?"

"Didn't you say that the closer I am to you, the better the effect?"

"..." Mu Yu raised his hand and pushed Zong Lan back on the bed, "This distance is fine."

The pattern of drawing light was formed according to the distance just now, and he couldn't bear it if it was too close.

Seeing the flash of panic on his face, Zong Lan's eyes flashed teasing, "Then I help you so much every day, how are you going to repay me?"

Mu Yu: "?"

He wants money?

"Let's talk, if you want materials or spiritual energy, anyway, I can't give you money."

Zong Lan chuckled, and seeing his vigilant look, he slowly leaned back against the head of the bed.

Can abilities really affect each other?Not only did Mu Yu's abilities change, but even he felt a slight breakthrough in the upper limit of abilities in his body.

That feeling, while hard to capture, has definitely changed.

Taking a deep breath, he looked up at the light brain, and simply waited for Yuanxi to come over and ask together.

I typed a few words on the light screen with my finger, and the message was sent successfully.

……

Yuan Xi actually came late today, but he heard the conversation inside Zong Lan's room as soon as he arrived at the door.

"Don't move. If you move again, I can't guarantee what will happen."

"Who allows you to think about other men in my bed?"

"Let's talk, if you want materials or spiritual energy, anyway, I can't give you money."

……

Original message: "?"

He could recognize that it was Mu Yu's voice, but... what are these two doing so late?

No way, Zong Lan usually looks very upright as a child, how could he do such a thing?

The guesses in his mind became more and more absurd, he shook his head, and then saw the new news on the optical brain.

[Zong Lan]: Are you still coming tonight?

"?"

Rao has lived for such a long time, and Yuan Xi has no experience in relationships, so he can't help but develop rich associations based on this sentence.

Is he afraid that he will suddenly break into something wrong?

Forget it, they are all my students, there is no need to embarrass them by going in at this time.

It's hard to see that these two people are so wild, they obviously don't look like people who can do such a thing.

Yuan Xi sighed, and left in a hurry after replying to the message.

As he gets older, don't let him listen to such exciting things in the future.

……

In the room, Zong Lan frowned deeply as he stared at Yuan Xi's reply.

What do you mean by something temporary?Could it be that something happened to the dean of the Star Reaching Academy?

"It's done!" Mu Yu excitedly looked at the Wu Jin who had just been extracted in front of him, his excitement was beyond words.

Today's speed is [-]% faster than yesterday's. It seems that it won't take long to save up two hundred kilograms of witch gold, making a fortune!

"Dangdangdang-"

The door was knocked, Zong Lan got up and opened the door, took the food box.

Mu Yu's eyes lit up, "Is the supper here?"

The easing of the relationship between Mr. Lan and him is not from the attitude of the whole group, but from the behavior.

Ever since he came here every day to rub the golden spirit root, Mr. Lan ordered supper almost non-stop every night. Although he said he was eating for himself, he knew that he was actually taking care of him.

Otherwise, why would he say which one is delicious, and what dishes continue to appear the next day?

Understand, understand, he understands!

Zong Lan had already placed the dishes on the table, took out the chopsticks and looked up at Mu Yu, "Come and eat."

"What's the dish today?" Mu Yu carefully washed his hands three times, and came to the table expectantly.

The not-so-big dining table is filled with steaming dishes, such as garlic-flavored oysters, braised eel, scrambled eggs with chives, crispy fish tail...

There was also a long stretch of something that he didn't see what it was.

"Smells so good!" Mu Yu was intoxicated.

"Then eat quickly." Zong Lan put the rice in front of Mu Yu.

Although Mu Yu no longer needs to supplement energy by eating, but Mr. Lan's kindness cannot be wasted, and he always eats a big meal very much.

Furthermore, the taste of these dishes is very good, which is quite different from the mortal delicacies he had eaten in the world of cultivating immortals.

The only downside is that I occasionally get nosebleeds when I eat too much.

Seeing Mu Yu start to eat seriously, Zong Lan also moved his chopsticks.

Mu Yu has a hidden illness, and a little recuperation through food supplements is the least self-esteem method he can think of.

The golden bell root is a dangerous material, and it is not easy to obtain it. Although for some reason Mu Yu feels that he has the breath of the golden golden bell root, it is also comforting to make up for it in this way.

Who would speak out about their hidden illness?

Thinking of this, Zong Lan frowned slightly.

This person actually told himself without any scruples that he was still innocent after all.

"Take a photo to eat them!" Halfway through eating, Mu Yu picked up the light brain at hand and took a few photos and sent them to the dormitory group.

After Qi Ling went on strike due to injury, he borrowed an optical computer from Liu Ming to use it. The good machine is different, and there are many more filters than before.

[Mu Yu]: [Photo] [Photo]

【Wen Gu】: "!!"

[Huang Tang]: "!!!"

【Sihui】: "Damn it!"

【Fu Ran】: "?"

……

Satisfied with their replies, Mu Yu showed a triumphant smile.

【Mu Yu】: "This is the reward for hard work."

[Huang Tang]: "Sovereign...these dishes...are they too filling..."

Huang Tang questioned in due course.

"Huh?" Mu Yu looked carefully.

[Mu Yu]: I've been eating like this for a month, and it's all ordered by Mr. Lan!

[Huang Tang]: I have a guess, I don't know if I should talk about it or not.

【Mu Yu】: Say it.

……

After understanding Huang Tang's explanation, Mu Yu looked up at Zong Lan hesitantly.

That's it!

It turns out that there is a reason why I make up so much every day!In order not to attract attention, I even asked myself to come and eat together every day! !

Mr. Lan... Is it not good in that respect?

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Mu Yu: You can't?

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