Mu Lao looked at Song Yizhi, who had thin arms and legs, and said seriously, "I really can't eat that much, so please cook less."
Song Yizhi glanced at Mu Lao, "Don't think I don't know. You will not only eat it yourself, but you will also share it with your old friends. When the time comes, you will have to come to me if you don't share enough."
Mu Lao raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose, and said confidently, "I can't help it, why are we old guys just greedy for your craftsmanship? They old guys can't keep their dignity, so I have to be a It’s an errand boy.”
This is not because those ancestors can't save face. They are obviously not allowed to walk around at will during the period of seclusion. Why are you so careless about your job and running out every day?
"..." Song Yizhi was too lazy to pay attention to Mu Lao in Siliu, and turned around to work in the fields.
Mu Lao glanced at the too-pure Bright Moon Peak, and later realized that Rong Yueyuan was not there, "That boy Rong Yueyuan is not there?"
Song Yizhi responded, "The fifth elder should be on the main peak."
Mu Lao looked around and looked at Song Yizhi who was working in the fields. His voice became more loving, "Look, he didn't treat you badly."
Song Yizhi can be allowed to farm here, and Rong Yueyuan is not as indifferent as the rumors say. It seems that the rumors are not credible.
"The fifth elder is not bad." Song Yizhi said something pertinent.
Rong Yueyuan did not feel that farming was a waste of time, and he even allowed himself to farm at the top of Bright Moon Peak.
Moreover, he held his own handle and did not make any threats. Instead, he asked himself to correct his movements so as not to reveal any clues again.
Although it was only a few days, Rong Yueyuan was indeed a very good person.
Mu Lao and Song Yizhi had known each other for about a year or two, and he knew this little girl's temper quite well. He was a little surprised to see her give Rong Yueyuan such a high evaluation.
"As expected of Rong Yueyuan." Mu Lao said slowly. If he had a beard, he would probably stroke it at this time.
Song Yizhi glanced at Mu Lao.
"Although I live in the back mountain, the words "Rong Yueyuan" resound throughout the Changqiu Sect, and it's hard for us not to know about it." Mu Lao said, "Your mother even gave him something from me."
"Huh?" Song Yizhi didn't react for a while. When she did, she looked shocked, "Huh!?"
Mother actually took something from Mu Lao and gave it to the Fifth Elder? !
Damn it! !
She seems to know something terrible!
"If it weren't for..." Mu Lao hesitated for a moment, looking at the curious expression on his face, he changed the subject, "To be honest, at that time I asked your mother if she had a crush on Rong Yueyuan. ,Then……"
"Hit by mother?" Song Yizhi said it quickly, and when he saw Mu Lao's faint eyes, he knew he was right.
For Shangmu Laoyou's gaze, Song Yizhi spread his hands. "Although I don't know where my father died, but the mother -in -law was deeply rooted in my father, did you ask? Was you asking not to find it? But ... oh ... "
"Why are you sighing at such a young age?" Mu Lao asked.
Song Yizhi frowned, "I don't understand. With my mother's face and her identity, what kind of man does she want? Why does she have to be a widow?"
"Song Yizhi!" Song Luo's cold voice sounded.
She had just arrived and heard this unfortunate child talking nonsense and being a widow! ?
Will Song Luo become a widow?
joke!
This unlucky kid didn't have a roof over his head for three days!
Song Yizhi shivered with fright. She quickly ran behind Mu Lao and tried her best to put on a smile that was uglier than crying, "Mother, mother, mother..."
Mu Lao looked at the cold Song Luo, protected Song Yizhi and said slowly, "Why are you trying to scare a kid like Zhizhi? Don't act like a ghost every day."
"She hasn't had her bed for three days!" Song Luo said coldly, looking at the cowardly little girl hiding behind Mulao, she said angrily, "Follow me to the main peak."
Song Yizhi shook his head repeatedly, "No, no, mother, you are definitely going to take me back and beat me behind closed doors!"
Song Luo: "..."
Why don't we just beat her up and take her to the main peak?
Mu Lao looked at the mother and daughter. The mother was as cold as an iceberg, and the daughter was as cold as an iceberg. How could they look like a mother and daughter?
"Zhizhi is nothing like you." Mu Lao said cheerfully, "You are young and have a straight face every day. If Zhizhi is afraid of you, be careful and you won't even have a place to cry."
The only people who can say that Song Luo is young are the ancestors in the back mountain.
"I'm not afraid of my mother." Song Yizhi blurted out her retort, "My mother is the best person to me in the world!"
Although my mother wants to treat me to fried pork with bamboo shoots every now and then, she is still the best!
Even though Song Luo was such a cold person, she still lost to Song Yizhi's sweet words.
She couldn't help but soften her expression, stretched out her hand with Song Yizhi, and said calmly, "Stop talking so much, let's go."
Song Yizhi put away the storage bag, jumped over in two or three steps, held Song Luo's arm, and looked at his mother with a smile.
Song Luo took her daughter and left through the air.
"Don't forget to come back and cook for me!" Mu Lao shouted.
"Got it!" Song Yizhi's voice floated in the wind.
Main peak.
Song Luo took Song Yizhi into the main hall and found that there were not as many people in the main hall as expected.
Apart from the sects Shen Bu and Rong Yueyuan, there were only two men who were too good-looking but very faceless. They seemed to be from the demon world.
I don’t know why, but the faces of these two people look a little familiar.
Song Yizhi couldn't remember where she had seen him before, so she didn't think about it. She let go of Song Luo's arm and followed him politely.
Song Luo walked to the chair and sat down. Song Yizhi walked over consciously and stood behind his mother.
"Zhizhi, this is Demon Lord Feng Canglin, and this is Demon Master Feng Yian." The sect leader Shen Bu spoke to Song Yizhi.
Song Yizhi raised his hand and saluted. The courtesy was considerate and reasonable, "Song Yizhi has met the demon master, the demon master."
Feng Canglin looked at the little girl who saluted him, his eyes were so complicated that it was difficult to understand.
"No." Feng Canglin said gently. He quickly adjusted his mood, and a smile appeared on his handsome face. "You are such a cute little girl, come here."
Song Yizhi looked up and saw Feng Canlin with a warm smile. His gentle and friendly look didn't make him look like a demon lord.
Hearing this, Song Yizhi glanced at Song Luo, then walked up and stood two steps away, keeping a suitable distance.
Luoluo's generous look made Feng Canglin's expression even gentler.
Feng Canglin's sharp-jointed fingers held a bracelet. The white jade-like bracelet had phoenix patterns growing from the inside out, which was mysterious and beautiful.
Song Yizhi thought inappropriately that Rong Yueyuan was like such a beautiful jade.
"This is a meeting gift for you." Feng Canglin handed the bracelet to Song Yizhi.
When the bracelet was delivered to her, Song Yizhi realized how beautiful and extraordinary it was. She declined politely and said, "Demon Lord, this bracelet is too expensive. I will not be rewarded for my merits."
Feng Canglin said softly, "It's just a gadget. There is a saying that elders can't refuse a gift, so accept it."
Song Yizhi lowered his head slightly and did not dare to accept it.
Although she didn't feel any malice from the Demon Lord, she still didn't dare to accept him. After all, there is an old saying that if you show courtesy without anything, you will either commit adultery or steal.
