Listening to the little fairy's conversation, Yan Xiaomo was also helpless.

In fact, she also wanted to finish the matter in a low-key manner, but Master Mo Han didn't know what was going on in her head, so she had to hold such a big banquet to accept apprentices, and invited a lot of other immortals.

"Don't you know, that woman is still a mortal, although she has washed her marrow and has a body of fairy bones, but her blood is still lowly mortal blood donation, this kind of person should not stay in the sky."

"I don't know why Shizun wants to accept a mortal, the two of us are better than that mortal, aren't we?"

The two little fairies did not hesitate to speak at all, and they were not afraid that others would listen to what they said.

"Have you seen the dress that the mortal woman wears? It was a dress made by the streamer fairy himself in ancient times, and later the skirt disappeared after the streamer fairy and the heavenly beast died in the war, but I didn't expect it to be in the hands of our master. ”

"Are you telling the truth? Streamer white dress on that woman? The little fairy couldn't help but cover her mouth, and her face was full of surprise.

"I can't lie to you, that skirt is not afraid of water, nor is it afraid of fire, and it is extremely comfortable to wear, this is far from comparable to ordinary fairy fabrics, if I can wear it, I will die without regrets."

The two little fairies slowly walked away, and Yan Xiaomo stood up from behind the pillar, looked at her clothes again, and found that the clothes were really good.

Although the streamer fairy doesn't know who it is, this dress is definitely very good and should be regarded as a priceless treasure.

With such a valuable thing on her body, Yan Xiaomo is really afraid of being targeted, so she will find a time to change her clothes and then sell them to see how much it is worth.

At this time, Mo Han, who was in Xianshan, was watching Yan Xiaomo's every move.

"What's the matter, I've never seen you care so much about a little apprentice before!" Qingmo lay idly on a white cloud, with a faint smile between his eyebrows.

Pouring wine by himself, for the gods, food is dispensable, and he is also idle, drinking a little wine to pass the time.

"You don't understand." Mo Han's expression was serious, his hands were behind his back, and there was no slightest wave in his eyes that encompassed all things, and he was calm.

"I don't understand, I don't understand what you're doing now."

Qingmo tasted a little wine, the wine entered the throat, there was no stimulating feeling, with a trace of bitterness.

Since becoming a god, he doesn't seem to have ever drunk the same wine as before, and it's no longer so exciting, hot, leaving only a slight bitterness.

He is a god, and naturally he will never go back to the old days.

"Do you know that she didn't feel the slightest feeling, if it were an ordinary person, it would be painful and she wouldn't even have half a life."

Mo Han turned around, and a pair of calm eyes fell on Qingmo.

Qingmo's brows furrowed slightly, and surprise flashed in his eyes.

After all these years, he hadn't heard of anyone who didn't hurt to wash the marrow.

"Is it a water problem?" Qingmo asked, feeling that it was not interesting to drink, so he put the cup in his hand on the table next to him.

"There will be no problem with clearing the water in the pond."

Mo Han looked determined, Yan Xiaomo was originally a mortal, and it was impossible for mortals to wash their marrow without pain.

"That'...... Could it be that the woman is the god, so ...... Sorry, forgot, it hurts to wash the marrow of the gods. ”