"I don't like you!"
"Disciple, don't be afraid. If you tell me, my master will know." Lian Han hugged Mo Wuyou tightly, his purple eyes filled with affection.
"Haha, you are just playing with me, Master, no, Lian Han, I hate you, I will not be your disciple anymore." He pushed the man in front of him away, bit his lips, and set himself on fire.
Tears streaked down her cheeks, and I didn't know what they tasted like. There was blood left at the corner of my mouth, which was shocking.
Mo Wuyou's two favorite things are candied haws and master.
"Hehe, master is making me candied haws, Wuyou wants to eat it." Mo Wuyou was only nine years old at that time, with a small body that had not yet grown taller, and long dark green hair shawl.
"Okay."
Mo Wuyou likes Master to touch his head and the doting look in Master's eyes. This is a dream of Wuyou's, a dream from a long, long time ago.
[The content is happy, it means that someone cannot write an introduction]