How could the real Changyang not know this truth, he took it right away, gently pressed his lips, and tasted it.

"Well, not bad, sweet but not greasy, fragrant but not vulgar... it tastes good."

She took a big sip and walked to the old shrine.

"How do you do it?"

"It's very cumbersome and troublesome. If the real sister likes to drink, I will make a cup every day, and drink it on an empty stomach in the morning. The effect is better and it is more moisturizing..."

Before the words finished, the real Changyang had already drank the tea.

"Continued Cup."

Xizi hugged Mei girl and followed her silently.

Hearing this, he took a meaningful look at Chazhan and then at Ling Luoyu.

Ling Luoyu pretended not to know, and ran up and down, pouring a cup for the real Changyang.

This time, she handed it to Xizi.

"You taste it too."

Xizi's body stiffened back subconsciously, but he took it and took a sip: "Yes."

"If it's good, drink it," Chang Yang looked sideways and smiled ambiguously: "Men, they also need to be moisturized...especially the long and beautiful men, girl, what do you think?"

"Mister's flower-like appearance does not need scented tea, but in order to make the real sister more beautiful, it is naturally necessary to nourish it... Otherwise, the sister is getting more youthful and beautiful, but the husband is getting old day by day. very ugly?"

"You girl, I really like it..."

Ling Luoyu's words, Chang Yang, who was talking about it again, was full of heart and laughed.

Xi Zi couldn't help but glared at Ling Luoyu again.

This little Nizi's flattering skill is absolutely perfect! !

Those who can speak calmly will feel comfortable.

Ling Luoyu's black eyes were burning, and he looked at his eyes seriously: "Sir, do I need another bowl for you?"

you! ?

Xizi didn't like this title very much.

"No need!"

With a darker face, she threw the remaining half of the flower tea to her, followed the real Changyang, and walked quickly into the old ancestral hall.

Ling Luoyu sighed lightly, did not follow up, but turned around and went back to prepare breakfast.

This time point is equivalent to lunch for the Changyang real person.

When the real Changyang came back, the congee and side dishes were already set.

"Why didn't you come in with me?" As soon as I sat down, the real person Changyang's eyes were slightly compelling: "Could it be afraid?"

"Sister, I said, I'm different from you... You are the existence that Shadow Lord can't afford to offend, I'm the ant he can kill if he wants to kill... Thunder Fury, you come and go Freedom, come as you want, leave as you want, I can't, I can't go..."

Ling Luoyu pointed at himself and sighed sadly.

"Seriously, my injury hasn't healed yet, and I really don't want to go in again to die."

The real Chang Yang didn't speak, but looked at her fixedly.

It seems that she is discriminating the truth from what she said.

Ling Luoyu looked helpless and sorrowful, but he did not evade the sight of the real person Chang Yang, with a clear conscience.

Xizi silently picked up his meal. When he lowered his eyes, his eyes quickly passed over the two of them, bowed their heads, and ate.

After a long time, the real person of Changyang slowly retracted his gaze and held up the bowl: "In your opinion, what do I need to do next?"

Ling Luoyu was obviously taken aback: "Huh? What?"

"You can be regarded as a person who has dealt with Thunder Fury twice. With your scheming, you won't find nothing. Then talk about it. Next, what should I do?"