Nan Jue looked at Mo Yue staring at Xiaoxi in a daze and couldn't help asking, "Girl, what's wrong with that?"

"Nanjue, why don't you take me in?"

"Ah? You won't go back to Tianluan Pavilion? No, if your master knows, if you don't go back to Tianluan Pavilion, you will go to my Zhuyun Mountain and you will have to turn me into ice."

"You said you are the best god with your master, why are you afraid of him everywhere?"

"Although I am the same God as him, he is different from me. Also, I am not afraid of him, but respect him."

Mo Yue was interested by Nan Jue's words and raised her eyes, "Oh, what's the difference?"

"That's..." Nan Jue quickly stopped, "You girl, you want to mess with me. If you want to know, then go and ask your master yourself, I dare not say it."

Mo Yue withdrew her gaze and looked at Xiaoxi again, "It's just not to say it."

Nan Jue followed Mo Yue's gaze and looked into the distance. After being silent for a long time, he finally decided to persuade Mo Yue.

"Girl, listen to me and go back to Tianluan Pavilion. After all, it has been three years."

Mo Yue's eyes flashed, "I know." She looked down at Xiang Sijin on her wrist, but she didn't know what it felt like. The Qingming flute appeared in her right hand, and she put it next to her mouth and blew it gently. The stream ripples appeared, slowly spreading, as if she wanted to vent her unknown emotions at this time and pass away with the water.

"Ayue."

When Mo Yue heard the sound, she turned around and brought the Qingming Di to the Linghai.

"let's go."

Mo Yue nodded slightly, then looked at Nan Jue, "I will listen to you, go back to Tianluan Pavilion first." As he said that, he took out the ice blue hairpin from his sleeve and threw it on the ground, and the ice pit immediately appeared.

Mo Yue and Ye Lizhan jumped gently and fell on the back of the ice pit. The ice pit whipped its wings, almost causing Ye Lizhan who had just stood firm to fall down. Mo Yue gently patted the top of the ice pit and comforted the sign, and the ice pit flapped its wings and flew.

"Girl, I will take my disciple back to Zhuyun Mountain in a few days. If you really don't want to stay in Tianluan Pavilion, come to Zhuyun Mountain."

Mo Yue nodded slightly, indicating that she had heard it.

When the ice pit flew out of the Yunshui Yao barrier, Ye Lizhan took a deep breath in a slight way, "Your holy beast is really heartless."

"You are now full of demonic energy, it would be great that it can make you come up. If you hadn't known you, you would have been kicked to somewhere by it, and you would not be satisfied."

"Well, the song you played is good today." He sat cross-legged.

"Want to hear?"

"Well, it will take three days to get to Tianluan Pavilion anyway, so it's so boring."

Mo Yue smiled and showed the Qingming flute, put it beside her mouth and started playing again.

Ye Lizhan listened to the song, and changed from sitting to lying. Looking at Mo Yue's back, he felt warm and smiled gently. Ayue, if it was like this in the future, how good it would be. If time stagnates at this time and we will always do this, how good it would be, even if we are wandering in the future, the world will not tolerate it. As he looked, he closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

After Mo Yue finished playing the song, she turned around and looked at Ye Lizhan who was sleeping on the back of the ice pit. She felt a little funny and chuckled. The person who wanted to listen to the song was him, but he could still fall asleep as he listened. Forget it, I guess he had not had a good rest yesterday. After all, the person who was going to leave was his home that he had been doing for three hundred years.
Chapter completed!