In fact, when they arrived at the Immortal League, Shui Miaomiao didn't have much to do, because Shui Miaomiao was more like a mascot, the one who took the blame for the Nanhai or the sharks' troubles that day. Just take the blame. As long as Qian Lanlan and the others can live well in the South China Sea, Shui Miaomiao doesn't care.
There is a banquet in the Immortal League in the evening.
Shui Miaomiao used the excuse that Sanshui didn't like the excitement and refused directly, which was in line with Xianyan Xianzun's wishes. He was eager to sign the contract tomorrow, so Shui Miaomiao didn't even show up and found someone to sign on his behalf.
But no, the person signing on behalf of you will be held responsible.
As if Sanshui could bear anything, something happened that day and without Sanshui, she, Shui Miaomiao, could still be so arrogant and continue to cause trouble.
Although Shui Miaomiao does not need to participate, Xianyan Xianzun, Wenrenxian and others cannot shirk it.
Shui Miaomiao stayed at the Immortal League for the first time. It was the place where everyone from the Ancient Immortal Sect lived, but it was no longer the original small pavilion, but a courtyard.
Looking at the furnishings, Shui Miaomiao was used to it. I didn't expect the Immortal Alliance to be so thoughtful?
Because it was the territory of the Immortal Alliance, Shui Miaomiao did not take off the Juan Lian Ling even when she was in the house.
Because of the special nature of Juan Lian Ling, Shui Miaomiao didn't feel any discomfort while wearing it, and she even wanted to play with it from time to time to see what kind of ripples would appear.
Xianyan Xianzun asked Sanmo to guard outside Shui Miaomiao's house.
Let's just say that Xianyan Xianzun usually doesn't carry three bags with him when traveling. It seems that he is really worried about Shui Miaomiao.
Shui Miaomiao, who was about to fall asleep, suddenly woke up when she heard what sounded like a dispute outside the house.
what happened!
Shui Miaomiao stood up and rushed out of the room.
Shui Miaomiao didn't expect to see someone pointing a sword at Sanmao, and she wasn't afraid at all. Sanmao's tall figure naturally had a full sense of oppression.
"I said, I will send it in personally."
Listening to the voice, Shui Miaomiao discovered that the man holding the sword seemed to be holding a food box in his other hand.
Food delivery?
When she declined the banquet, she should have said that she was in Bigu recently, and Shui Miaomiao believed that Sanmao would handle this rude intruder.
Without saying anything else, Sanmao waved his fist, which was bigger than a sandbag.
"Wait a minute!" Shui Miaomiao suddenly called out. She felt that the person confronting Sanmao was slightly familiar.
Hearing the sound, the man turned his head and looked.
The bright eyes were gleaming in the dark night, but they were even deeper than the night, as if they were looking from the depths of the earth, enveloping them with a sense of intimidation to all things.
Shui Miaomiao subconsciously took a half step back, suspecting that the slight sense of familiarity just now was just an illusion.
But it seems right.
The man's serious face softened and became a little overwhelmed the moment he saw Shui Miaomiao.
"Gong, Gongge?" Shui Miaomiao didn't know many people in the Immortal League, so he called out hesitantly.
Gong Ge smiled, then sheathed his sword and saluted, "Immortal Alliance Gong Ge, I have met Sanshui Fairy."
It’s really a palace!
Shui Miaomiao was pleasantly surprised. In Gong Ge's previous letters, it seemed that he had asked Dr. Liaoyan to cure his eye injury.
"Do you know each other?" Sanzhuo asked Shui Miaomiao with his fist firmly closed.
"Yes." Shui Miaomiao nodded, "We are friends."
"I'm sorry, I misunderstood." Sanzhuo stepped out of the way. He is a person who corrects his mistakes right away. Even though his body shape looks a bit scary, his heart is very good, and he can even be said to be very innocent.
Gongge nodded in response, tightened the food box in his hand, and walked towards Shui Miaomiao hand in hand.
Shui Miaomiao led Gongge to the hall to reminisce about old times, "How did you know I was here? You almost got into a fight with Sanmao. His fist hit either dead or disabled..."
Putting the food box on the table, Gongge secretly wiped the sweat from his palms, opened the lid, and said in a stern voice, "I just thought I'd give you some snacks, but the big guy outside didn't want to give in."
"Sanmao is just a little cautious and has no bad intentions. You also know that the situation is very strange now." Shui Miaomiao smiled at Gong Ge.
When he was in Peach Blossom Spring, Shui Miaomiao didn't hide his pseudonym, and he didn't know that these strange things would develop later.
From what Gong Ge called him just now, we knew that he was willing to help hide it.
"It doesn't have to be like this." Gongge lowered his head and took out plates of exquisite pastries, and took a deep breath as if he had made up his mind, "I arranged this place, it's very safe, no one can come and pry or anything. "
Shui Miaomiao opened her eyes wide and said in surprise, "You arranged it!"
No wonder she felt that everything arranged in this courtyard was very pleasing to the eye. She had already said that the Immortal Alliance would not bother to arrange this.
In addition to surprise, Shui Miaomiao was also a little happy, happy for her friend.
Gong Ge can actually start to arrange these, it should be that he has some status in the Immortal League, and his life in the Immortal League is better.
Shui Miaomiao looked at Gong Ge and suddenly said, "You seem to be a little different."
"What's different?" Gong Ge raised his head and looked at Shui Miaomiao nervously.
Shui Miaomiao also looked at Gong Ge, which was very different. Gong Ge had never looked directly at him before, always lowering his head.
"It feels like it." Shui Miaomiao smiled, "He looks even more handsome!"
Gong Ge felt his face get hot and quickly lowered his head. He didn't know how to respond, so he could only push the pastry in front of Shui Miaomiao.
"I heard that you are in the process of fasting."
"Bedu does not prevent you from eating snacks."
Shui Miaomiao generously picked up a piece of pastry, sat on a chair, took a bite, crossed her feet, "Yeah, it's delicious."
A piece of pastry was eaten in two or three bites.
You can tell at a glance that he must be hungry.
After finding tea, Gong Ge served it in time to prevent Shui Miaomiao from choking. He was cooperative, just like when Shui Miaomiao first arrived in the Immortal League, he was assigned to be the little handyman beside her.
It's just that things are different now. At that time, when Gongge wanted to find a plate of pastries for Shui Miaomiao, he was made difficult by the people in the kitchen. Now, the kitchen makes them individually according to Gongge's requirements.
But whether it was the not-so-exquisite pastries in the past or the privately ordered pastries today, Shui Miaomiao's food was generally delicious.
"You don't plan to keep watching me eat."
Gongge was stunned when Shui Miaomiao stuffed the pastry in his hand. At that time, he had been holding the pastry in his hand and took it to the other side.
Today, Gong Ge found a seat next to Shui Miaomiao and sat down. He stared at the pastry in his hand for a long time and took a bite.
Sweet, so sweet that it touches my heart. I don’t know why the fairies like to eat these. Gong Ge lowered his head and smiled secretly.
"Oh, that's right." Shui Miaomiao suddenly stood up, stuffed the pastry in his hand into his mouth, and then picked up a plate, "I have to send a plate to Sanmao. He has been guarding it, so dinner should be there too. Didn’t eat.”
Gong Ge's eyes followed Shui Miaomiao.
Watching her holding the porcelain plate, she ran to Sanzhuo and said coquettishly, "Be obedient, try it. It's really delicious."
Sanmao shook his head and refused honestly, "It's sweet and greasy. I don't like it."
"I don't know your taste. This is cloud cake. It's neither sweet nor greasy. Try it quickly or I'll get angry."
Gongge's eyes were filled with black mist, and the pastry in his hand was crushed into foam at some point and fell to the ground. Is Shui Miaomiao so kind to all the handymen?
