He should deal with the last of the ninth-level True Immortal's encirclers as soon as possible and go to Kunlun to join Dao Huo'er.
"Dad, Mom, Ningzi is unfilial."
His legs bent, and he suddenly knelt down.
He put his forehead close to the ground and knocked again and again: "My son is leaving, and I can't stay with you two."
"Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years, maybe I will never have the chance to come back in the future."
"Sister, my parents are in your care."
"I'm sorry, my son has difficulties that cannot be explained."
...
Seven o'clock in the evening, Xiao's house in Kyoto.
After a busy day of business, Xiao Minghe likes to go for a stroll in the back garden at this time.
One is to exercise and relax her tense mood. Secondly, this is one of the few leisure times that belongs to her.
For almost an hour, no one dared to disturb her during this period.
No need to answer the phone, no need to think about those troublesome plans.
Walking slowly along the cobblestone path and reminiscing about the past is the moment she looks forward to most every day.
"Uncle Cat, is the wine-filled chocolate I gave you last night delicious?"
"Hey, the latest flavor is lychee flavor, mixed with rich wine aroma. Isn't the taste very special?"
With crooked eyes, she said nonchalantly: "It's specially made for him, and it also has peach and mango flavors."
In the middle of the flowers, Xie Mao Mao was lying on a bench in the pavilion, half asleep and half awake, and replied vaguely: "So-so."
Xiao Minghe was unhappy and retorted with her red lips pouting: "It's obviously delicious, how can you say it's careless?"
"I asked him before about lychees, peaches, and mangoes, which are the fruits he likes to eat."
"By the way, there's also watermelon."
Xie Maomao's eyelids rolled up, then quickly lowered them and said, "Girl, can we change the topic?"
"Suning, Suning, Suning, that beauty Chen Shi is so happy and free in the fairy world, how can she still think of you in China?"
"Listen to uncle, let's not fight over steamed buns, and don't talk about that bastard tonight."
"Hey, we agreed not to mention Suning, let alone Su Xinglan."
"Both uncle and nephew are not good at each other. I'm really annoying them."
Xiao Minghe covered her mouth with a sweet smile and walked straight to the pavilion: "Uncle Cat, you and Elder Xinglan were practitioners at the same time. He has already ascended to the immortal world. What about you, don't you want to have an endless lifespan like him?"
"Immortality, life as long as heaven."
"This is the dream of many people. It should be a very happy thing."
Xie Mao Mao sneered and said: "Watching the people close to you die of old age one by one, but there is nothing you can do. Do you feel happy?"
"Oh, I would rather not have that kind of happiness. In this life, I only want to stay in the Xiao family and guard you."
Xiao Minghe asked knowingly: "Are you guarding me or my mother?"
Xie Mao Mao looked embarrassed. He was so embarrassed that he wished he could dig a hole and crawl in.
He straightened his back and sat up in a swish, and said angrily: "You are a girl who wants to be beaten, isn't she?"
Xiao Minghe raised her hands to express surrender. With an inadvertent glance, she saw two boxes of cakes placed on the stone table in the pavilion.
A box of Bazhen tea cakes and a box of soft-core osmanthus cake are snacks unique to the private restaurant "Zhuwailou" on South Street.
Of course, they are also her two favorite snacks on weekdays.
"Hey, who sent it?"
After realizing it later, Monk Xie Maomao Zhang Er was confused and asked with doubts: "First of all, was it there before?"
Xiao Minghe looked at it dreamily, smiled softly, and said with a smile like a flower: "He is back."
