The day Mo Yuan woke up, Bai Qian stood by the bed, her eyes crying like a rabbit. He raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her face and said calmly: "Seventy thousand years of hard work is enough to set your cultivation level back by 30%. Stupid."
Bai Qian was stunned. She thought of a hundred scenarios of reunion, but she didn't expect that the first thing he said would be to scold her.
Later, when she married Ye Hua, Mo Yuan prepared a generous gift - weapons and elixirs from Kunlun Xu Banku. Zheyan looked at it and smacked his tongue: "Are you marrying a disciple or a daughter?" Mo Yuan flipped through the book without raising his head: "She easily suffers losses in fights."
Ye Hua came to visit, and Mo Yuan left him alone to drink three cups of tea. He only said three sentences during the whole process: "She is afraid of thunder. Remember to add a lightning protection array to the fox hole in Qingqiu. She likes to climb trees when she is drunk, so she puts cushions under the trees. If she makes her cry -" He paused and put down the teacup gently, "I have repaired the Donghuang Bell well. It will not be difficult for you to break it and make a new one."
Bai Qian lived a very good life after her marriage. But every year on her birthday, Kunlun Xuhou Mountain would have a jar of her favorite Peach Blossom Drunk, which she never signed.
Thirty thousand years later, Bai Qian was sorting out the library and found an old notebook by Mo Yuan. One page reads:
"Si Yin is naughty and has gotten into trouble a total of 1,322 times in the past 90,000 years. I have helped her deal with the aftermath 1,321 times - the other time, she got married and there is no need to deal with the aftermath."
There is a finger mark left by repeated rubbing on the corner of the page.
