I, Qing Huan

Nan Yang called Sun Xuxue to buy some fruits. He was in a hurry just now, thinking about seeing Liu Zhen, but didn't mention anything. She didn't know that Jiang Banxia was still there when she went back. She didn't want to see her, so she walked very slowly when she went to the supermarket.

Sun Xuxue gave Nanyang a mask, fearing that she would be recognized.

Nan Yang looked at Sun Xuxue, who was thoughtful, with a little doubt in his eyes. Will Xuxue...

Sun Xuxue noticed that Nan Yang was looking at herself with a suspicious look. She shuddered and hugged her arms: "Old, ancestor, you...what are you doing with this look?"

"You--" Nan Yang prolonged the ending, sounding a bit ambiguous.

Sun Xuxue widened her eyes: "What are you doing, ancestor? You, are you having a fever? Don't look at me like that, I'm scared!"

Nan Yang retracted his gaze and hummed in relief. Xuxue is still better, the descendant should be like this, and the favor of her will only show fear and fear.

Sun Xuxue was silent for a long time tremblingly, and she cried when she spoke again:

"Ancestor, you... do you want to cheat?"

Nan Yang was taken aback, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"If you want to cheat, I will help you find other beautiful little sisters, you, you, you, don't find me, I'm afraid, if grandpa finds out, I will break my leg!" Sun Xuxue wanted to cry without tears.

"Quiet." Nan Yang said coldly.

"but……"

"Quiet."

Sun Xuxue drooped her head wiltingly.

How could the ancestors like her? She is also a recipient, what can two recipients do together? Can you accept the flowers?

Fortunately, Nanyang didn't have the magical power to read the mind, otherwise she knew that Sun Xuxue was full of weird things now, and her face must be greener than the Wangzi milk in her hand.

Nanyang bought a lot of things, ranging from the precious bird's nest to the shaqima that Liu Zhen likes to eat, apples, pears, walnut sauce, duck sauce, yogurt, and three large bags in bulk. She carried two by herself and gave Sun Xuxue the lightest bag.

Sun Xuxue wanted to bring it all over, but she didn't expect Nanyang to really let go. She hugged three heavy bags and sat on the ground unpreparedly. Nan Yang didn't even look at her, but frowned and picked up all the food that fell on the ground, and whispered:

"The strawberries are broken."

Strawberry? ? ?

Does she even care if her **** broke?

Sun Xuxue thought angrily, even if the ancestor begged her no matter how she asked, she would not be her junior! It's too much!

In the end, Nanyang carried the two heaviest bags, and Sun Xuxue tremblingly carried the lightest bag, and the two swayed back slowly one after the other.

Jiang Banxia is no longer there. Nanyang made a heavy shot just now. She should go to the doctor for treatment. What Nan Yang wants is this effect, so that she can stop and stop, otherwise people will always like to engage in moths.

She did not tell Liu Zhen the good things Jiang Banxia had done. Liu Zhen didn't have much time left, and she didn't want him to feel guilty at this last moment, guilty that he didn't find a good heir for herself.

"Ancestor, have you seen Pinellia," Liu Zhen had bloodshot eyes under his eyes, "What do you think?"

Nanyang took a bite of the sweet and greasy banana in his hand, and said noncommittal: "A Zhen, don't worry about these things. In fact, I can only live for 60 or 70 years. You Xuxue alone will be enough."

Liu Zhen could hear Nan Yang's meaning, and was inevitably disappointed.

"Sorry, did I not teach her well..."

"Don't blame you." Nanyang still had a banana in his mouth, so he took a sip from Wangzi next to him.

"Ancestor, don't you like her?" Sun Xuxue was sitting on a small stool seriously peeling apples, staring closely at the falling apple peels in his hands, "I have seen sister Banxia, ​​she is very kind, especially She cares about you very much. When she sees me, she pulls me and asks you like this. I think she knows how to take care of you better than I do."

Nanyang didn't speak, and took another sip of Wangzi.

"Furthermore, Sister Banxia is so beautiful. No matter how beautiful the mixed races are, their eyes are gray and they look good." Sun Xuxue smiled, "I think she is a bit like Zhu Zhu, both of them are very beautiful girls. Old ancestor, you like Zhuzhu so much, and you should also like Sister Banxia very much."

"I like Qing Huan, not because of her face." Nan Yang said lightly.

Sun Xuxue immediately raised her head and looked at Nanyang with suspicious eyes.

"..." Nan Yang was frowned by her stare, frowned, and coughed dryly. "The face is only a small part of the reason."

She suddenly remembered the first time she slept with Qinghuan.

Qing Huan was still having a fever at the time, and her face was red, making her look more charming and charming. She didn't want to give herself to Qinghuan in the hospital bed, but she looked at herself with those ruddy eyes, the arc of the eye was like a little fox, and she used a soft voice in her ears Said: Master, take off your clothes. Master, I want you. Master, bite me if you can't stand it.

She didn't bite her in the end, but that time, she was teased and cried.

Qing Huan kept whispering in her ear, Master, cry louder. Master, I like to watch you cry.

With her eyelashes hanging down, that gentle and sly charming face made her last bit of sanity completely plunged into the abyss.

"Ancestor, what do you think?"

Sun Xuxue looked at Nanyang whose ears suddenly turned red strangely.

"..." Nanyang came back to his senses, did not answer, just bowed his head and ate the banana. She raised her hand and pulled the hair around her ears, and under the cover of her movements, she quietly pinched her hot ears.

"Here, the apples are already peeled." Sun Xuxue handed the white-cut apples to Nanyang.

Liu Zhen looked at the apple and smiled: "I still remember my ancestor personally paring an apple when I was young. Xuxue, you haven't seen my ancestor peeling an apple?"

"No." Sun Xuxue's eyes lit up with curiosity.

"An apple of this size," Liu Zhen gestured, comparing it to the size of a small pineapple. "She had only one core left after she had cut it off." His fingers shrank, and the circle formed a poor tape size. .

"Hahahahaha..." Sun Xuxue couldn't help laughing.

"I just watched her cut the peel and the pulp into the trash can, leaving only the nucleus, but I still gnawed the nucleus clean. At that time Zhong Li was 18 years old and he saw the ancestors Peeling apples for me, scolded me." Liu Zhen smiled slyly, "I know, he is jealous of me, because the ancestors never peeled an apple for him."

"Wow, I really want to eat the apple cores cut by my ancestors." Sun Xuxue smiled and looked at Nanyang.

"I can cut it for you now."

Nan Yang glanced at her indifferently, and slowly touched the BM47 butterfly blade pinned to her belt.

Sun Xuxue's face changed drastically, and she waved her hand hurriedly: "Don't don't, don't don't don't, I don't, don't want to eat it, I don't want to eat it!"

Nan Yang frowned, "What are you afraid of?"

She was not threatening her again, she could indeed cut one.

"No, no, no, I'm scared..." Sun Xuxue was crying, "Ancestor, I beg you, don't always scare me. My heart is not good. If I'm scared by you several times, I'm afraid I really want to Go ahead of you."

Sun Guohui told her that there was a saber before Nanyang called Luoshuang. But for various reasons, that long sword was no longer suitable for following her. She now carries a BM47 butterfly blade with her all year round. The butterfly blade is not long when stowed away, so it is easy to hide on the body. After being thrown away, the length will double, which is very suitable for self-defense. This BM47 was found by Sun Guohui for her. The blade of Model 47 made by BenchMade, Oregon, is a heavier one, and the blade is cut like a sharp diamond. Sun Guohui said that Nanyang has used this knife to cut everything, **** deer skin, rotten bear meat, and burnt firewood. If you wipe the head of the knife with toilet paper, it is estimated that toilet paper can detect tens of thousands of pathogens.

Sun Guohui repeatedly warned Sun Xuxue, as long as he saw Nan Yang began to dig his knife, ignore the cause and effect, beg for mercy. Because whether she wants to kill with a knife or cut fruit with a knife, the consequences will be fatal.

"I really don't have this blessing, so I won't bother you, I will cut it myself, I cut it myself."

Sun Xuxue quickly ran back to her small stool, for fear that Nan Yang would actually take out the knife accidentally.

Liu Zhen looked at Sun Xuxue who was shrinking in the corner a little helpless, and then smiled and looked at Nanyang, "Are you tired? Why don't you go back to Mei's house and take a break."

"Not tired. I'll be with you."

Nanyang threw the finished apple core into the trash can and took it out on the stool~www.ltnovel.com~ She is not a chatter, Liu Zhen knew this, so he wouldn't force her to talk. They stayed quietly like this. Liu Zhen looked at the phone and Nan Yang read. Although there was no communication, he knew that this was how she expressed concern. As long as she sits next to him, her last journey will not be lonely.

Nanyang has always been like this, as indifferent to outsiders like a piece of ice, but she always has a kind of care for her disciples. At the beginning, everyone thought that the person they were following was a piece of snow that was blown from ancient times. It was unreal and couldn't catch it, so it was not greedy or expected. But as long as they really follow Nanyang, they will draw a lot of small concerns from her, such as a bunch of candied haws, such as a personally cut apple, and they will find that while taking care of Nanyang, He was also properly taken care of by Nanyang. Therefore, after so many generations, none of the three masters died. Of course, inheritance is important, and more importantly, Nanyang deserves them to follow.

Liu Zhen knew that even though Nan Yang didn't say anything, he still missed them in his heart. It was as if she heard the news that she was critically ill, she would immediately put down everything at hand and rush to his side.

She cares about every one of her disciples.

However, in the past three thousand years, how many disciples did she personally send away like this?

With her own eyes, she watched them follow behind her jerky from childhood, and then watched them slowly grow old. She sat in front of such a hospital bed again and again, and said time and time again, "Don't be afraid, I will be with you." I will accompany you through this last bit of road.

She keeps sending away people she cares about.

Whether it is the reincarnation of Qinghuan, or the disciple who follows her. She said goodbye countless times. From the day she chose the forbidden technique, she knew clearly that her destiny was to say goodbye.

Liu Zhen's only regret is that he no longer has time to wait for the day when Nanyang finally does not have to say goodbye.