"Thank you." Yi Xiaorou pursed her lips and said thank you with complicated emotions.

Zi Yuchen's cheeks were slightly red, "Miss Yi, you're welcome," he blinked his eyelashes, "then...Miss Yi, I'll leave first."

"I won't send it."

"Miss Yi, see you later." After saying that, Zi Yuchen turned around, carefully put the pendant into his arms, smiled, and walked towards the carriage standing aside.

He suddenly seemed to have thought of something and turned around, "Xiaorou..."

She stopped walking towards the door, turned her head and stared at him quietly, waiting for his next words.

Zi Yuchen pursed his lips and smiled a bit bitterly, "Actually... it means morning sun, right? Xiao, Mingxiao, Miss Yi, your name is very nice!"

The young man is young and shy, but his smile is like the rising sun, warm and clean like hope.

In a daze, she seemed to see that there was such a young man a long time ago. His smile might not be as pure and clean as his, but it was full of hope and warmth.

She still remembers that year, she escaped from that hell with the help of Yi Feng and fainted in the snow. It was that person who saved her and took Yi Xiaorou to that once warm place.

He was also the first person Yi Xiaorou saw when she first woke up. At that time, Yi Xiaorou was just as reticent.

But he didn't dislike her. He would take time to accompany Yi Xiaorou every day. Even though he talked to himself every day, he never gave up.

Gradually, she also lowered her guard against him. He was the first stranger that Yi Xiaorou was willing to talk to since she escaped from that area. In her memory, he always liked to talk to her endlessly.

talk.

"Hey, since you didn't say what your name is, I don't know if you are unwilling to say it or if you can't say it. Otherwise, I'll give you a name. Otherwise, it would feel weird to call you "Hey." Let's do that.

, just nod if you agree."

She just stared at him, probably because of his enthusiasm, and probably because he was the one who saved her. She responded to him for the first time and nodded.

Seeing Yi Xiaorou's rare response, he smiled and rolled his eyes. He looked at the rising sun slowly outside the window with a pair of slightly slanted peach blossom eyes. His eyes seemed to be dyed with a bit of warmth like the rising sun, "Well, dawn

The soft glow is not as fierce as the sun in the sun, nor is it as strong as the sunset at dusk. It symbolizes the feeling of hope. Xiaorou, please call me Xiaorou, okay?"

She stared at him blankly, as if she saw the rising sun, the first dawn, such warm time, but it was the hope she once had but was destined to never have again. For a moment, she was stunned.

god.

But he was anxious, "Why are you so dazed? You should give me a response. I finally came up with this!"

Yi Xiaorou opened her mouth. She heard her own heartbeat in her chest. She felt an unprecedented impulse that made her want to do something.

"Okay..." The childish voice was hoarse and obscure as if he had not spoken for a long time without eating, but it was not unpleasant to hear.

This is also the origin of her name.

Yi Xiaorou was stunned. The young man touched his head, as if he was embarrassed by Yi Xiaorou. He smiled shyly at Yi Xiaorou, jumped onto the carriage, and said, "See you soon, Miss Yi."

," then flew away in the dust.

Yi Xiaorou lowered her eyes and looked at the talisman and the basket in her hand, and tightened her hand on the edge of the basket. She took a deep look at the direction where Zi Yuchen's carriage was standing just now, breathed lightly, and turned around to enter the house.

.

As soon as she entered the house, she saw a certain Demon Lord standing at the door, staring at her with a half-smile. No, to be precise, he glanced at her and then stared straight at the basket she was holding.

Yes, the tone was not negative, "Love thing?"

Yi Xiaorou looked at him quietly. She didn't want to answer, but she tightened her hand holding the basket.

Nalan Mufeng's eyes were fixed on her hand, and he suddenly smiled, "It's strange that someone likes a heretic like you, and it's also a good thing for you. Come to think of it, should I congratulate you?"

Fan?"

Yi Xiaorou still had no idea of ​​answering and said nothing.

But he didn't seem to mind at all. He walked up to her and opened the lid of the basket without saying a word, "Oh, it's some pastry. It looks really good." Then he put it away.

He took out the beautifully arranged cakes inside, and then "accidentally" bumped into the edge of the basket, and then "unintentionally" used a little force on his hand, and with a "clang", the plate of exquisite cakes directly collided with the edge of the basket.

The plate fell to pieces and fell into pieces...

Yi Xiaorou looked at the messy cakes on the ground, frowned, and said nothing.

"Well, I think it's fate. Maybe you're destined not to be able to eat this pastry, but that's okay. I've heard of some things that look delicious, but actually taste unpalatable. You'll be spared the trouble of experiencing it yourself. I guess.

But it’s all my fault!”

Yi Xiaorou stared at Nalan Mufeng's beautiful face that showed no trace of guilt, and her urge to tear that flawless face into pieces became a little more intense.

Not to mention how shameless and rude Nalan Mufeng's behavior was, but his shameless and deliberately provocative behavior made Yi Xiaorou extremely disgusted. However, she had always known how to hide her emotions, and she clearly knew

This is not the time to face Nalan Mufeng head-on.

Ever since she was little, she has known clearly that the more she likes something, the more she cannot like it, because she is too weak to protect what she likes. If she does not want to see that thing destroyed, she cannot like it.

"You dropped the thing, you clean it up yourself." Yi Xiaorou glanced at Nalan Mufeng coldly, looked forward and walked towards the house without looking at Nalan Mufeng or the puddle of mud rolling on the ground.

A look at exquisite pastries.

When Nalan Mufeng saw this, he just raised his eyebrows, his expression seemed a bit regretful.

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The terrain of Zidu is relatively special, surrounded by mountains, and it is naturally convenient for training.

Yi Xiaorou raised her eyes, staring at the mountainside submerged in the clouds, and then looked at the bag half a person's height beside her. The bag was also filled with large stones, with two thick belts hanging on both sides, and she felt something in her heart.

He was a little confused as to what he wanted to do, but... not very confused, or perhaps more precisely, he didn't quite believe that the so-called training was like this...

Forget it, considering that as a Demon Lord, the training method is different from ordinary people... it is not impossible.

She turned to stare at Nalan Mufeng and asked him with her eyes. Nalan Mufeng tilted his head and put his knuckled hands directly on his backpack, "Hmm, as you think, today's training is mountain climbing, of course.

, this backpack is naturally not a decoration."

As soon as he finished speaking, he placed his hands directly along the edge on the strap on the side, and easily and without any pressure hoisted up the large bag filled with large rocks, also known as the legendary "backpack".

Yi Xiaorou didn't speak, and the corner of her mouth twitched. Only then did she realize that this thing was originally called a backpack...

She walked towards Nalan Mufeng, took the bag from his hand, put the straps on both sides of her shoulders, and prepared to climb up the mountain step by step with the pile of stones on her back.

"Naturally, I don't let you climb to the top of the mountain in one go. The bottom of the mountain is the starting point. Everywhere you go, there will be a stronghold. It is also a place to replenish energy and let you rest. This training lasts for fifteen days. Tsk, don't let me

So disappointed.”
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