ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 128

The city of clear water is full of jubilation.

The children who were arrested before have been successfully rescued, and the sandworm crisis has been resolved, and the desert has re-entered a peaceful place, such two good news are enough to make everyone secretly breathe a sigh of relief and shout hello.

And with these two pieces of good news, another person's name has become a household name.

This name is Purple Pupil.

Lan Mo did not hide the efforts made by Zitong, all kinds of news had already spread all over Bishui City, and everyone knew that this time the crisis was successfully resolved because of Zitong.

The person concerned, Zitong, did not know it, and still slept peacefully in Beichen's arms.

In the small guest room, Beichen sat cross-legged on the bed, she was in his arms, her head resting on his chest, and a small hand pinching his shirt.

The courtyard was quiet, and at the gate of the courtyard, Burning Sky lay on the back of a snow eagle and yawned lazily.

It also slept soundly, and the two snow eagles dutifully stood guard at the door.

On the steps under the door, the purple disciple played with a small flute made of tree bark, but he only played with it, and never put it in his mouth and blew it even once.

In the meantime, quite a few people rushed over.

A few times, the city lord Lan Mo sent people to check, Lan Yinshui also came twice, Ye He came once, and there were various other people...... As a result, without exception, all of them were stopped by the purple disciples.

Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, Zitu raised his face, and when he saw Lan Mo and the others walking over, he hurriedly got up to greet him.

Originally, there were many academy disciples living in this courtyard, but after everyone came back, they had already found that this courtyard had been completely occupied by Beichen, and the two snow eagles were like door gods blocking the gate of the courtyard, not allowing anyone to enter.

In desperation, Lan Yinshui had to arrange for the pastor and others to live in other courtyards.

"Isn't Purple Hitomi awake yet?" Lan Mo frowned and glanced at the closed courtyard door.

"Not yet." Zitu suppressed his voice, "Let's go back first, and when the young lady wakes up, I will tell her that you have come." ”

His voice was very low, as if he was afraid of disturbing the people in the room.

Of course, it's not that I'm afraid of the purple pupils who fall asleep, but I'm afraid of the noisy Beichen who is awake.

That person's temper, the purple disciple knew very well, if he was angry, he wouldn't care if the other party was the city lord of Bishui City.

In his eyes, the fact that the purple pupil can sleep quietly is far more important than the life and death of everyone in this blue water.

"Okay then."

Lan Mo shook his head gently, this young man's domineering was far beyond his imagination.

So, the crowd turned back.

Ma Qichang was not surprised, "I said it earlier, and it was for nothing to come." ”

"This young man is too domineering." Lan Mo said, there was no praise or disapproval in his tone.

"The so-called young and frivolous, who didn't have a temper when they were young." Ma Qichang smiled, "You weren't the same at that time." ”

Lan Mo also smiled, "That's right, who hasn't been young and frivolous, we...... Old! ”

"When you are old, you are old, and who can not be old?" Ma Qichang looked very open.

"Some people never grow old." Lan Mo raised his chin slightly, "Speaking of which, that young man is really a little similar to that person, at that time, I looked at him from a distance, but I just felt as if I saw that person, looking at his appearance, could it be that he had already broken through the god level?" ”

The "person" Lan Mo said was the dean.

Ma Qichang nodded slightly, "You also feel it, it seems that it should be." ”