Although the tone of the slave was the same as before, the joy hidden in his eyes was still discovered by Mo Xue. He nodded casually, as if he agreed to the slave's words.
As soon as he saw Mo Xue nodding, the slave immediately walked down lightly.
Looking at the back, my eyes slowly fell from my head to my spine, straightened, moving towards my calf, full and strong, sweeping towards my footsteps, and my steps were light.
Haha, Mo Xue smiled gently, looked at the box in front of her, and stretched out her hand and flicked it gently.
It seems that some people can't wait.
And here, after Young Master Yi returned to the yard, he felt itchy and asked the slave who was temporarily serving his yard to get a pen and ink.
In a banana forest, there was a purple carving table. Gongziyi stood in front of the table, holding the pen and ink in his right hand, and was quiet in his own world.
The white clothes are as snow, the ink hair is as silk, the smooth and fair face is warm and wild, and the edges and corners of the facial features are also extremely handsome, giving people the feeling of a man like a wind.
He sometimes smiled, sometimes frowned, sometimes confused, making the slaves around him unable to help but whisper. The young man stood there stupidly for so long and never moved.
Could it be that this young master is a person with a good look, except for this skin that looks good, there is no real material?
Just as they were whispering, they saw Gongzi Yi's pen tip moving, like a stunning dragon, blooming brilliantly with gorgeous and charming flowers.
As his pen tip walked, a beautiful outline slowly emerged, followed by a pair of eyes that seemed to be able to talk.
The slaves were fascinated by the sight and seemed to have entered the painting to feel the world of Gongzi Yi.
I just felt that my eyes were not enough. When I saw the palette in front of me, it was like a colorful rain falling on rice paper.
Wave a little bit here and wave it there. These servants have never seen such paintings in their lives. Their eyes are wide open, and they only feel extremely wonderful.
"Hey, isn't this a lady?" At this time, some servants standing near the station couldn't help but exclaim.
I saw the person in the painting, whose beautiful cheeks were not Miss Mo Xue, who else was wearing a flowing sleeve, with endless sleeves stretching out, and the black vibe was fading away, and the sleeves were full of enchanting and evil charm.
Standing in the moonlight, I looked up slightly, revealing my snow-white neck, and with just a glance, it seemed that I was about to fall into it.
That crescent moon seemed to have become her foil, and she became an immortal under the moonlight.
A shocking glance made all the slaves silent. It was so beautiful, so beautiful that Miss Mo Xue, who was wearing a sleeve, seemed even more invisible.
Hearing the screams of the slaves beside him, Young Master Yi looked at them intently and found that the person in the painting was Mo Xue.
Seeing her smile, beautiful eyes, and infinite charm, she vaguely seemed to see a real person looking back and smiling in front of her.
After a panic, Young Master Yi moved his five fingers and held the painting he had just drawn in his hand. His eyes sank and swept towards the slaves around him. He scared the slaves so much that they immediately shortened Bo Zhang and did not dare to take a look.
What a terrible look, I almost suffocated.
But there was a slight sound coming from the air, and these servants did not dare to look up. They only felt snowflakes in front of them and countless pieces of paper fell down.
However, they didn't dare to make a sound. When there was no movement around them, they slowly raised their heads and looked around.
Gongzi Yi had long disappeared, leaving only fragments on the ground and his sleeves were stunning.
What happened to him? Is he really moved? Young Master Yi was shuttled through the yard, surrounded by falling petals and leaves floating around him.
The white is like a shadow, flying rapidly in the air, as if to suppress the restless seed in my heart.
But love comes too quickly, too fiercely, and too softly.
On the second day, the blue was washed, the grass was lush, and white clouds were floating, as if they were real and illusions, as if they were dreams and smoke.
In the Piaohuayuan, a figure was flipping and jumping, dancing a sword in his hand, and a soft sword full of silver light.
On the bamboo chair opposite her, Young Master Yi's black eyes were like a floating vortex, unable to see the deep bottom.
Today's training is to combine swords with swords.
He didn't know why he chose this training today, which probably made his mind calm, so when Mo Xue asked him why he chose this training.
He said without bending his face, "This is for your own good." On the other hand, it is for his own good.
Mo Xue turned beautifully, turned around and put away her sword, exhaled gently, looked at the shadow in the distance, and couldn't help but show a warm smile on her face.
"Come on, thank you for your hard work." He poured a cup of flower tea and put it in front of him, chuckling as if Yang Feiyang from the corner of his lips.
Seeing Mo Xue's smile, Young Master Yi's hand was serving tea. Thinking of yesterday, a hint of melancholy flashed across his face.
"Do you have something to worry about?" Seeing Gongzi Yi's slight behavior, Mo Xue asked softly, frowning slightly.
"No, I'm wondering if you have some time left, is there any way to remedy it."
"Are you thinking about this?" Mo Xue's face changed slightly, and her tone also had a hint of undetectable joy.
"Yeah." Young Master Yi continued to say without saying a smile, with a calm look on his face, and no flaw was found at all.
"It's great to have you for ten days of guidance. Mo Xue doesn't ask for too much hope." Her eyes seemed to be able to speak, and the young master Yi moved his gaze and landed on the blooming purple flowers behind her.
The little flower grew in such a dark place, but it still climbed up tenaciously. The sunshine is always the place it yearns for.
And she is also the same.
"Maybe, there is a way." Seeing Mo Xue's gaze, Gongzi Yi slowly exclaimed, as if he was thinking of something, and then stopped abruptly.
"What" Mo Xue listened carefully, and only heard what he could do, and she couldn't help but feel confused.
"Bone-breaking pill is a elixir for refining bones. It has magical bone replacement and rebirth, but the pain is a hundred times, a thousand times widening. I have never told you, just because you are afraid that you can't bear such pain.
Bite your tongue and commit suicide.”
Speaking of this, Young Master Yi paused for a moment, looking at Mo Xue with his eyes tightly.
The Bone Broken Pill can transform the cultivators and change their physical constitution, but this pain is not something that ordinary people can try.
Mo Xue has heard of a lot of magical elixirs, but this is the first time she has heard of this elixir.
She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she didn't say it out loud. She would never want such expensive elixirs.
"Me." Young Master Yi opened his mouth just now, but saw Mo Xue stop him quickly: "It's so hot, let's go drink flower tea."
Thrustling, Mo Xue strode out and floated past Young Master Yi without giving him a trace of time to speak.