As for Feng Jinyue, more than half of the time every year is spent in the entertainment square and Fengyue Building.

And during this time, she was in the entertainment square.

I didn't know that Yuan Changhuan was about to come back.

……

At this time.

Tsutenkaku is far south of Heijo.

Dressed in a red robe, the lord of the Dragon Pavilion who was overwhelmed by the country and the city sat opposite a monk wearing a gorgeous and spicy-eyed splendid robe.

Long Quyuan pointed his finger at the maze mirror, "Uncle Shi, did you see it?" ”

With his movements, his hair shook, and Xue Yue in the center of his eyebrows also moved slightly.

The soft light refracted made Xuan Ling on the opposite side raise his hand to block it.

Between his fingers, he saw the dark mirror, nothing, let him see something.

Xuan Ling slowly moved his gaze back from the maze mirror, and instead looked at Long Quyuan, "What does my nephew let my uncle see?" ”

"Uncle Shi lost." Long Quyuan's fingers tapped the secret realm and said something inexplicable.

"Heh, Uncle Shi has never lost in his life."

Long Quyuan listened to his arrogant words, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and laugh lowly, and his laughter was as pleasant as Sanskrit.

But it made Xuan Ling frown.

Under his cold eyes, Long Quyuan spoke slowly, "Uncle Shi worked hard to send the little girl to Qin Lancang's side, but in the end, their Red Luan Star was getting farther and farther away, how about Uncle Shi didn't lose?" ”

Xuan Ling looked at the mirror in disgust.

I don't understand either.

However, he also knew that Long Quyuan would not lie to him in this regard, and sneered at Qin Lancang, "I thought Qin Lancang was a man, such a good opportunity, I don't know what else the overlord can do if he is the bow." ”

"I can't cherish any great opportunity."

"There's nothing to be said for the future."

Hearing that Xuan Ling disliked Qin Lancang so much, Long Quyuan shook his head, "In this life, it is impossible for the little girl and Xie Ci to be separated, uncle, you can stop it." ”

Xuan Ling stood up, his gorgeous robe brushing the maze mirror.

"Qin Lancang is useless, there is always something useful."

As he spoke, he was about to go out.

"Uncle Shi, if you fail this time, don't interfere again."

Xuan Ling was stunned and did not answer Long Quyuan.

Fly up.

The loose robe is raised.

Like a roc that spreads its wings and flies.

Fail?

He will never fail, even if Yuan Changhuan can't renew his previous life with Qin Lancang in this life, he must not be with Xie Ci.

Long Quyuan, who was still lazily leaning on the warm jade bed, had a ghostly light in his eyes.

There was no obstacle to Xuan Ling's departure.

On the contrary, it is more and more leisurely.

The crane standing on the side like a sculpture suddenly moved his eyes and said, "Pavilion Master, it's time to sleep." ”

"Xiaoxian, who allowed you to speak?"

The crane's eyes immediately stopped moving.

When nothing happens like that.

Redress the sculpture.

With his hand propped up on his chin, Long Quyuan sighed suddenly, "That's it, you go and help her." ”

The Immortal Crane originally wanted to wait for Long Quyuan to fall asleep before sneaking out.

I didn't expect the pavilion master to let it go directly.

The surprise came too suddenly.

Xiao Xian shook his wings stiffly, "Pavilion Master, can I really go?" ”

"Go, go, I just don't want to see you."

"Thank you, Pavilion Master!"

Xiaoxian instantly rushed out of the window.

“……”

There was a crane chirping.

Joy.

Listening to its joyful voice, he was left alone as a lonely old man in the Tower of Babel, and Long Quyuan felt lonely for the first time.

Do you want to go and see the little junior brother?

Or sleep?

The national teacher who was in a state of despair fell into deep thought.

……

Ten days later, the city of Ink.

Yuan Changhuan held his son in one hand and walked on the bustling street.