As soon as the door was closed, Ling Luoyu folded and stood up, the skirt falling down gracefully.

Her eyes were soft, she looked at the white pavilion where the demon **** lived, tearing through the void, and stepped inside.

When she reappeared, she had the white medium dress on her hand.

Ling Luoyu carefully measured the size of his clothes, and finally sketched a figure on the rice paper.

"It's him??!"

Her eyes were slightly cold, she slowly retracted her clothes, fixedly looking at the distant ones, and finally disappeared into the void again.

Grasp the purple palace.

Back mountain, the small courtyard of the wood house.

Ling Luoyu looked at his small courtyard from a distance, looked at the smoky cooking smoke, and had a beeping heart.

"Have you left yet??!"

With silent anger and resentment in her heart, she gently pushed open the door.

The furniture in the room is still the same, but they have all changed positions, which is much neater and simpler.

Under the window on one side, the man in gray was sitting there burning the firewood.

The moment he saw him, Ling Luoyu became more and more calm, and walked in quietly.

"Why haven't you left? Didn't I let you go?"

"I completed the task you gave me, what else to leave?" The gray-clothed man felt a little bit nervous, and pointed his lips to the pot.

"I have collected all the water you poured out here..."

Ling Luoyu's pupils suddenly shrank, and suddenly turned his head to look at the ground at the door.

The land there has dried up, with only one splash of water.

Ling Luoyu did not continue to question whether the water in the pot was the water he poured out.

Because in terms of Yaoshen's IQ, he can be very simple, and easily mess with her.

But she must deal with it carefully.

Shen Shen sat down, Ling Luoyu looked at his back and silently put the piece on his body in his heart.

Sure enough, it fits quite well.

And most importantly, the smell on this man is exactly the same as that on that shirt.

A person's appearance can be changed, but his body taste will not change.

Especially men.

The taste of every man is different.

"The water is boiling..."

The gray-clothed man stood up excitedly, took the tea cup beside him, and brewed a pot of tea.

"I don't think you have much tea here, so I prepared some, but I don't know what tea you like to drink with?!"

Asking, he still brought up the brewed tea.

"After the rain jasmine here, you can taste it, it has a unique fragrance and freshness..."

Ling Luoyu took it over with an enchanting look, and the tea smelled: "What's your name?"

The grey-clothed man sat down and said, "The name...is just a code name, just like I didn't ask the girl's name. Could it be that we met in such a simple way... OK?!"

Ling Luoyu calmly drank the tea: "In life, you always have to leave a mark! Only after you die, you will find that the last thing a person left in this world is just the name!!!"

The gray-clothed man stared at her suddenly, staring at her fixedly, then he curled his lips and smiled.

"You call me Aniu! Girl..."

"My name is Chouer!!"

The two looked at each other, as if they could see through each other, but also as if they didn't see through.

After a long time, the two looked at each other and smiled.

"Drink tea!"

"please!"

Ling Luoyu's eyelashes drooped slightly, looking at the man next to him who called himself "Aniu" through the tea mist.

Isn't it a bit too casual for the dignified generation of monsters to have such a nickname? ! !