Chapter 35: My sister accuses Yang Jian of killing
Chang'e discovered the silk on the bed of Yang Chan's boudoir, and her heart beat inexplicably.
What is this? Why can it affect her mind and change her mood?
Chang'e picked it up and put it in her hands. It felt soft and silky, just like touching a cotton cloud, without any weight.
After all, this silk is produced by the system, so it is naturally a high-quality product, not an ordinary thing.
"This thing is strange. It gives people a sense of brightness. It doesn't look like Yang Chan's. Where did it come from?"
Chang'e's face looked thoughtful. It was her first time to see Hi silk, but as a woman's intuition, this thing should belong to the category of silk clothing and should be worn on the body.
At this time, Yang Chan walked into the room with the newly made pastries. When she saw the silk in Chang'e's hand, her face turned red and she couldn't help but say:
"Sister Chang'e, what are you doing? Why did you come to my room?"
"Just looking around, I didn't expect to find something good. Yang Chan, what is this?"
Chang'e shook the silk in her hand with a look of anticipation on her face.
"It seems to be called Hisi!" Yang Chan said slowly.
"Hi Si?" After hearing this, Chang'e thought about the name carefully and found that it suited her very well.
"What does it do?" Chang'e asked.
Yang Chan shook his head and said, "I don't know either. It should be for reading."
She wasn't lying. She really didn't know what Hisi was used for.
Xuanzang didn't say it was for wearing. The overall look of the silk fabric looked like some kind of special fabric, and Yang Chan didn't think much about it.
Chang'e was not satisfied with this answer and asked:
"Yang Chan, you don't know what you have? You also said that there is no one outside. This is obviously a special kind of silk. Please tell me who gave it to you."
"No, it was just a gift from a friend when I was traveling. Sister Chang'e, please don't make random guesses."
Yang Chan was so ashamed that she went over and grabbed the silk to prevent Chang'e from asking any more questions.
"Third sister!"
At this time, a man's voice came from the peach grove outside the Notre Dame Temple.
Naturally, the only person who can call Yang Chan the third sister is the second brother Yang Jian.
"Second brother." Yang Chan looked surprised.
"Why is Yang Jian here?" Chang'e muttered, not very happy.
In heaven, everyone knows that Yang Jian is a cold-faced god, inhumane, and a living Yama type, and the immortals avoid him.
Not long after, Yang Chan walked outside.
Not far away, a tall and handsome man wearing a white robe walked towards him.
This man has an excellent temperament, sharp features, a black folding fan in his hand, and long black hair that hangs naturally over his shoulders. He looks elegant.
"Second brother." Yang Chan said in surprise, she was very excited to see Yang Jian for the first time in hundreds of years.
"Third sister."
Yang Jian smiled, it was the kindness from his heart.
"Third Holy Mother, hello!"
Behind Yang Jian, a creature that looked like a human and a dog grinned.
"Filial piety dog!" Yang Chan was amused.
Where there is the second brother, how could there be no Xiaotian dog?
You must know that the second brother, Xiaotian Quan, has a very deep relationship between the person and the dog.
"Filial piety dog, go play by yourself. Don't disturb my third sister and I reminiscing about old times." Yang Jian said.
"No! Master, I also want to reminisce about the past." Xiaotian Dog said.
"Okay, second brother, follow Xiaotian Quan." Yang Chan said.
"Okay." Yang Jian agreed.
"Third sister, there seems to be someone in your house."
Yang Jian looked confused and his expression changed.
With his cultivation level, he would naturally be able to discover that there are other people besides Yang Chan in the Holy Mother Temple?
Yang Jian cared about Yang Chan very much. No matter how busy he was in heaven, he would still take time to visit her on earth.
Of course, there is another reason. Yang Chan inherited the temperament of her mother Yao Ji, who is very emotional and easily moved.
This kind of character is undesirable for a female fairy. If you are not careful, you will be tempted by others and violate the rules of nature.
At this time, there was someone in the third sister's room. On the surface, Yang Jian was calm, but in his heart, he was murderous, hoping not to be like what he thought.
Yang Chan's face froze, and Chang'e didn't come out because she didn't want to see Yang Jian.
She also didn't expect that her second brother would find someone in her boudoir.
Just as he was about to explain, Chang'e came out and said coldly:
"Erlang Shen, you can come to Huashan, but I can't come?"
"Fairy Chang'e!"
Yang Jian looked surprised. He never expected that Chang'e would also come to Huashan.
He immediately changed his attitude and showed an expression as refreshing as spring breeze.
"I didn't expect it to be Fairy Chang'e. I'm disrespectful." Yang Jian said.
"Stop being polite, hypocritical." Chang'e said coldly.
"……"Yang Jian.
"Woof woof woof!"
Seeing his owner being left out in the cold, Xiaotian Dog, a good dog, couldn't stand it and barked directly into the air.
"..." Yang Jian was speechless. Now he was completely ruined and his impression was even worse.
"Xiao Tian Dog, what are you barking at?" Chang'e frowned, her eyes showing murderous intent.
"Fairy Chang'e, I am a dog, how can I bark if I don't bark like a dog?" Filial Heaven Dog retorted.
"Filial piety dog, don't be rude." Yang Jian shouted.
"Sister Chang'e, don't be angry, we are all on our own." Yang Chan also quickly tried to smooth things over.
She didn't know why Chang'e had such a bad impression of her second brother Yang Jian, so she had to find time to ask.
Next, Yang Chan brewed a pot of Huashan specialty tea and made pastries.
Several people sat together drinking tea and discussing Taoism, talking about what they had seen and heard over the past few hundred years.
Xiaotian Dog was eating the cakes made by Yang Chan. Suddenly his nose twitched, as if he smelled something special, so he sniffed left and right.
This caused Chang'e, who has a mysophobia, to have black lines on her forehead. This dog must be seriously ill!
"Xiaotian Dog, what's wrong with you?" Yang Jian asked.
Xiaotian Dog touched the dog's nose and said, "Third Holy Mother, is there anyone else here? My nose smells the scent of a stranger, and he is a man, and it smells very good!"
"??" Yang Chan.
"!!" Chang'e.
"!!!"Yang Jian.
"How is that possible?" Yang Chan said, her voice rising a little.
"My nose has the best sense of smell in the three realms. It's impossible to smell wrong." Xiaotian Dog said.
So Xiaotian Dog swung to Yang Chan's house, then took out the silk, and said to Yang Jian in a show-off manner:
"Master, this is the thing. It has the scent of a strange man on it. You can't go wrong with it."
For some reason, Yang Chan felt the urge to silence Xiaotian Dog.
As a dog, the Xiaotian Dog instinctively feels a great malice coming, and its spine feels cold.
Chang'e had already made a guess, but she didn't expect that the Xiaotian Dog would actually come true.
Yang Jian looked calm on the surface and asked warmly:
"Third sister, what is this?"
Yang Chan quickly explained, took the silk from Xiaotian Dog, and said:
"This is a gift from a friend, second brother, it's just a friend, don't think too much about it."
"Oh, he turns out to be a friend. Where is he from, what is his surname, and when will we introduce him to the second brother?" Yang Jian nodded and asked.
"We only have a one-time relationship, second brother." Yang Chan explained.
If she told him, Xuanzang might not be able to see the sun tomorrow.
"I gave you such a gift just because we met each other. It seems that the other person is a sweetheart." Yang Jian said.
In fact, the murderous intention reappeared in my heart, but I didn't expect that the third sister would still be moved by a mortal heart.
Who is Yang Jian? He has three eyes and can always see people very accurately.
Although Yang Chan's explanation was perfect at this time, there were still flaws.