Yan Qing looked at Yan Wu who was sitting firmly in the high position and sighed softly. If I had known that this would happen today, I shouldn't have picked him up when I was young.
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Yan Qing looked at the clean and thin young man in front of him and asked softly: "Can you have a name?"
The young man lowered his eyes and said, "No."
A glimmer of light flashed in Yan Qing's eyes, and she was eager to try, "How about I pick one for you?"
The young man raised his head sharply, his pupils slightly opened, he was stunned for a moment, and finally he hummed softly.
A smile broke out on Yan Qing's face, "Then you will be called 'Yan Wu' from now on, the Wu of Fengqi Wutong."
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"I have already told You Fu to accept you as his disciple." Yan Qiu looked up at him with a smile in her eyes, "From now on, you have to call me... Senior brother!"
Yan Wu was stunned for a second, "... Senior brother"
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"Senior brother, I take this world as my betrothal to marry you!"
"Awu" Yan Qing was a little helpless, "This world will always be yours, I don't need any betrothal gift."
"Senior brother..."
"Okay, if you insist on applying, just go to Nankong Temple and pick a peach blossom with your own hands and give it to me."
Intention: Loving yourself is the prerequisite for loving everything