"Sister Tang."

The door of the barber shop was pushed open, and the wind chime hanging on the door frame rang with the boy's call. Unlike the crisp and cheerful sound of the wind chime, the boy's call revealed obvious fatigue.

Tang Zi looked at the door and saw Mo Qiuran. The boy who seemed to be extremely energetic all the time, looked like he could not even open his eyes, with a forced smile and a sky blue ice blade.

"What's going on?" Tang Zi came to Mo Qiuran.

"I fought with someone," Mo Qiuran forced her eyelids, "Can I borrow a place to sleep and recuperate?"

"I'm going to come to see me after the fight?" Tang Zi glared at Mo Qiuran, took the ice blade from his hand, helped him, and took him to the stairs.

"Of course I have to fight first, but I can't beat you and come to find you Sister Tang." Mo Qiuran blinked playfully.

"I can't beat you, so I'm embarrassed to come to see me?" Tang Ziqi smiled.

"Fortunately, I've fought this time," Mo Qiuran said fortunately, "Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to come."

"Okay, I'm so tired that I'm still so naughty." Tang Zi took Mo Qiuran upstairs and pressed her on the sofa.

"Can you sleep in the bed?" Mo Qiuran looked at the lounge on the side.

"I'll talk about it when you can beat me one day." Tang Zi rolled her eyes.

"Let's start working hard now!" Mo Qiuran looked refreshed with fighting spirit.

"Sleep at your sleep!" Tang Zi reached out and pressed Mo Qiuran's eyes, so he could only close his eyes.

Mo Qiuran stopped talking and would relax when he arrived at a safe place. So the tiredness of resisting came like a tide. In just a few dozen seconds, his breathing began to become smoother and longer.

Tang Zi, who noticed this, moved her hand away and looked at Mo Qiuran who had closed her eyes.

The words are so pale and powerless under such a look. After closing the pair of peach blossom eyes, Mo Qiuran's sleeping appearance is as quiet as a sleeping beauty, which is completely different from the daily neurological weirdness.

Maybe this is the real him.

Tang Zi's hand was hung in the air, drawing his eyebrows, nose bridge, and lips... Finally, she couldn't help but speak silently.

After a long time, Tang Zi closed the door carefully without making a sound.

When I turned around... my face was already cold!

She came to the first floor, hung the sign that had been suspended at the door, and then picked up the ice blade brought by Mo Qiuran.

After experiencing such a battle, the ice blade did not have any deformation or pits, let alone melted. The curves were as smooth as one-piece, and I couldn't feel any chill when I held it in my hand!

If I were to change myself, I might think it was a plastic sword or something... But Tang Zi was different.

"Ji Bing..." Tang Zi whispered.

The jade hand gently stroked the ice blade, and Tang Zi's bright eyes were already burning golden eyes, shining like the sun!

With the golden eyes lit up, the incredibly tough ice blade seemed to have been broken into a state of extreme balance. In an instant, a terrifying chill burst out, as if it was about to turn everything around into frost!

But the terrifying coldness was tamed the moment it bloomed. They entered a field, so they followed the call of the king in the field, were incredibly docile, and gradually emitted to the outside world little by little. So the residents nearby suddenly felt that the hot weather had begun to blow a cool breeze from somewhere, and sighed comfortably.

Range, radius of hundreds of meters!

During this process, Tang Zi moved. She took out her phone with her left hand and still gently stroked the ice blade with her right hand to dissolve it. This terrifying control that was enough to rank among the top three mixed-race species was as easy as she could pick it up.

"What are some major cases recently? Mixed-race hit-and-run attacks, etc." The phone was answered, and Tang Zi said in a plain tone, "Give me a detailed information, it is useful."

The person on the other side of the phone was stunned when he heard this, and then said something carefully.

"That thing has been shrunk for so many years and hasn't come out, so it's not bad for these few days."

After Tang Zi finished speaking, she hung up the phone.

At this time, the ice blade in her hand finally completely melted and dissipated.

...

Mo Qiuran was awakened by a fragrance.

The aroma of food.

He opened his eyes and sniffed them deeply twice at the first time.

"It smells so good!" Mo Qiuran sighed.

"Is it fragrant?" Tang Zi was a little proud.

"This quilt is so fragrant!" Mo Qiuran buried her head in the quilt that she had covered her body at some time.

"You are perverted!" Tang Zi put down the plate of sweet and sour pork ribs, rushed over and took the quilt away.

"I said it wrong, the food is so fragrant!" Mo Qiuran quickly changed his words.

"It means that my quilt is not fragrant?" Tang Zi showed dangerous eyes.

"Uh..." Mo Qiuran started to wake up and was confused and thought about the words, "The ancients said that beautiful colors can be eaten, and the same is true for you, and the beauty can be eaten. As soon as I smelled the fragrance of delicious food, I woke up hungry. Then, in order not to starve to death, I smelled the fragrance on the quilt for a while and forgot to be hungry!"

"Oh, then you just hold the quilt and smell it and don't eat." Tang Zi threw the quilt back to Mo Qiuran, pretending to take it away and eat.

"Wait... wait!" Mo Qiuran immediately stopped it, "The ancients also said that although spiritual food is valuable, materialism tells us that we still have to eat to avoid being really starved to death."

"Which ancient man is this?" Tang Zi had an expression like "I'll just look at you."

"Ahem... This is an ancient European man with his surname Shuode and his name is Wozki. He was a great philosopher at that time. Many of his words are still circulating today." Mo Qiuran said nonsense seriously.

"Do you know that the great philosopher Wozky Shuode actually said something, that is, people will not starve to death if they don't eat for a day?" Tang Zi said with a sneer.

"No, no, Sister Tang, I was wrong!" Mo Qiuran simply admitted her mistake.

Anyway, this ending has been like this many times, and it has long become a habit.

"What's wrong?" Tang Zi asked.

"The mistake is... I didn't tell the most beautiful girl in the super invincible universe in advance?" Mo Qiuran smirked.

"Sher..." Tang Zi couldn't hold back her smile and rolled her eyes, "Go and get the dishes and chopsticks by herself!"

"Okay~" Mo Qiuran was overjoyed and went out two pairs of bowls and chopsticks to take out... He naturally noticed that there were only a few dishes on the table without bowls and chopsticks.

...

After a voracious meal, Mo Qiuran leaned on the sofa with satisfaction.

"I want me to wash the dishes for you after I finish eating?" Tang Zi stared at him, her eyes as if she was thinking about where to cut the knife.

"Go now!" Mo Qiuran stood up suddenly, and after a breath of energy, he finally returned to his full state again.
Chapter completed!