She was sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a lazy and cold expression, her back leaning against the wall. Even though she was being embarrassed by the monk, she looked relaxed.
But at this moment, she couldn't sit still.
Because this voice is——
"Little senior sister!!!!"
Jiang Su stood up tremblingly on his knees, threw the blind stick in his hand, spread his legs, and ran towards the source of the sound at the door with long strides.
She doesn't care if there are obstacles on the road or if she will fall because of it.
She only knew that she wanted to hug her little senior sister tightly.
In this moment, in the next second.
Her little senior sister is here, her god is here.
"Little senior sister——"
The girl in green opened her hands and ran her fingertips through the familiar soft fabric. She tightly hugged the waist of the female cultivator in white, resting her forehead on the man's neck and lowering her head slightly.
Sniff hard with the tip of your nose.
Yes, this is the taste of little senior sister.
She could hear her voice, smell her scent, touch her clothes and skin, and feel her unique body temperature...
"Little senior sister..."
The eyes of the girl in blue were already moist, and tears were rolling in her eyelids, spilling into the corners of her eyes. She frowned slightly, trying not to shed tears at this moment.
"Susu, I promised you..."
"If there is a separation, when we meet again, this time it will be me... who will choke first."
"How can I make you cry."
Dong Yiyi's voice was like a warm spring breeze, wrapping Jiang Su in the ice and snow.
Trapped in the spring mountain, I will never care about summer, autumn and winter.
She hugged the little girl who was one head shorter than her, her chin just resting on the top of her head, rubbing her hair slightly, and the corners of her mouth gradually turned up.
No need to say anything about what is hidden in the three thousand worries, I will count them one by one.
The female cultivator in white stood beside the door, with her feet touching the threshold. There was a lot of commotion outside the door, and countless people were watching inside.
The hug between the two was short, only two breaths, but Jiang Su felt as if half his life had passed.
Dong Yiyi patted the girl's back gently, his fingers were close and firm, and he stroked along the spine from top to bottom.
The other hand was stroking the girl's hair.
She was smoothing the fur of a kitten, patting away the dust the kitten had collected in the street market, and stroking the kitten's cold body to melt it.
After another breath, Dong Yiyi gently pushed Jiang Su away and put his hands on the girl's shoulders.
"Susu, the little senior sister is back."
"No one can bully you anymore."
"Believe me."
She raised her hand to hold the girl's face, and gently wiped away the tears on the girl's face with her thumb.
"Little senior sister... I can't control it." Jiang Su's voice was aggrieved and trembling, and she twisted the short word "little senior sister" into three tones.
She is only fifteen years old in this world. People in the world of cultivation often live a thousand years or a hundred years, but she is not even a fraction of that. Even if the lifespan of her previous life is included, she is still a baby.
How could she not cry.
Children just want to cry.
Dong Yiyi looked at her helplessly, with mixed feelings in his heart.
She raised her head again, her eyes as cold and stern as a newly polished sword, and her coldness was revealed.
The next second, her eyes finally stopped at the monk just now.
The monk who took the opportunity to keep asking Jiang Su... where the river flows and what he does.
The monk's face was pale, his lips were pale, and his eyes were black and blue. He looked listless, but his look and expression was that of a traditional medical practitioner in the world of cultivation.
This man was rather fat, with jet black hair, braided into a scorpion braid and placed sideways in front of him. He was wearing a dark green robe, and he looked like a fat poisonous scorpion hiding somewhere in the forest, ready to hurt anyone at any time.
The female cultivator in white's voice became as cold as December at this moment. She narrowed her eyes slightly and asked:
"The person who just spoke to my junior sister, what is your intention in asking about my uncle's water flow in the river?"
The poisonous scorpion-like monk raised his eyebrows and didn't take it seriously. He had already prepared a suitable answer to Dong Yiyi's question.
"I am cultivating the way of poison. The three paths of medical poison pills are indistinguishable. I would like to ask the flow of the Yixian River for some advice. I didn't expect..."
"The Medical Immortal didn't come, but a little baby came. Huh, he doesn't take us seriously. He can't be found. He won't even come to the Dao Discussion Conference in the entire world of cultivation."
"Isn't he dead? What do you think, another young man from Shifang Sect?"
He asked Dong Yiyi by name.
"..."
His words were too harsh and cruel.
The monk in white put down his arm and held Jiang Su and stood beside him.
With a serious and calm face, she replied:
"I'm just a junior. I don't know anything about my uncle. You should just care about yourself."
As for the declarative sentence, Dong Yiyi didn't ask him.
The conversation between the two of you can end here.
Dong Yiyi really didn't know. She only heard that her uncle was traveling and was with Jianfeng's elder Fifth Show, who was Su Su's mother.
But this person...
"Judge Poison, it is not easy for us to have two newcomers and juniors come to the Luohan Hall of the Luohan Forum. One of them is the son of an old friend. Don't go too far in what you say or do."
The pretty female cultivator took over the conversation, her expression clearly displeased.
Judge Poison??? That person who sounds very greasy. Judge Poison??? It’s really hard to find anywhere, it didn’t take any effort to get here. Judge Poison actually came to the Dao Forum and was in the same hall with me.
Among!
At this time, Jiang Su is no longer secretly plotting revenge for the previous embarrassment. Now she is going to do something big! She is going to give the little senior sister a prescription for Shuihan poison and an antidote!!!
Before the beautiful female monk could continue to speak, someone else spoke.
"Susu, sit next to me, Dong Yunyi, come here too."
This voice came from the corner of Luohan Hall. The voice was neutral, tough but also tender.
Jiang Su was no stranger to this person. Dong Yiyi was slightly startled when he heard this voice, and then felt relieved.
"Elder Hualian?!"
Did she know that the young senior sister had become the disciple of the master?
This person is Xiao Shiyu's mother, the world's most powerful swordsman, the swordsman who kills Hualian.
Xiao Shiyu once told her that her mother also liked to travel with her father, but now that she was aware of the worldly affairs, her father preferred to squat in the yard of Jiu Kufeng, refining elixirs, and then sell them to make a lot of money.
His mother, Zhan Hualian, has always been with his father. The two of them never show up, and from time to time throw spiritual stones and pills into his yard from next door.
Elder Zhan Hualian and Jianfeng Liu Wenqiu are disciples of the same master, and they are close senior sisters and junior brothers.
So...their "house" is passed down from their ancestors.
Dong Yiyi held Jiang Su's hand and walked along the empty road to a corner with fewer monks.
She pulled a futon for Jiang Su. Knowing that her junior sister liked to lean on her, she asked her to sit next to her with her back against the wall.
She herself sat next to Elder Hualian to prevent the junior sister from feeling uncomfortable when meeting the elders.
Dong Yiyi rushed to Hua Lian and bowed in salute, then helped Susu sit down and then sat cross-legged beside him.
The fingertips still retain the unique coolness of the girl in green, and the hot palm feels slightly anxious.