"well……"

Aside.

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl sighed. Although her skin was a little darker and her appearance was not outstanding, her eyes were particularly bright.

"Brother Gu."

"The firewood from Sister Ayin's house has been piled up into a mountain!"

The little girl is A Nan.

Although her cultivation talent is not top, she has a sense of persistence and persistence in her bones. Just like she was doing that piece of flesh back then, she naturally had all her strength in her practice. With Gu Han spared no effort to help her, her cultivation had already entered the Lingxuan realm. If Gu Han had not intentionally controlled her, she might have been able to improve two major realms.

"You don't understand."

After hearing A Nan's words.

Gu Han smiled.

"I'm practicing."

"Cutting wood is also counting?"

"certainly."

Gu Han kept moving.

"Chop wood, cook, embroidery... these are all considered practice."

Nearly ten years of life for mortals.

He had completely lost his previous avant-garde, and his temperament became more simple and restrained. Anyone who saw him would regard him as an ordinary mortal.

"Brother Gu."

A Nan didn't understand.

"Are you a monk before?"

Under Gu Han's indoctrination.

She was no longer the ignorant little girl back then. She had a certain understanding of the things in the world of cultivation and understood that there were really no immortals in the world, only monks.

"yes."

Gu Han nodded.

"Are you awesome?"

"It's okay."

"How powerful is it?"

A Nan became interested in an instant.

From childhood to adulthood, Gu Han was her only idol.

"Remember?"

Gu Han thought about it for a while.

"What I told you, those geniuses, and geniuses..."

"Wow!"

A Nan looked admiring.

"Brother Gu, you are also a genius, so awesome!"

"No."

Gu Han shook his head.

"I only kill the genius."

A Nan:...

puff!

A chuckle came.

The witch walked out of the hut, looked at Gu Han with a angrily, then came to her, with a gentle expression, skillfully and carefully dusted the dust on him, "I have made you a new piece of clothing, and I will try to change it in a while."

Said.

He handed a robe to Gu Han.

Although it is still coarse, the stitches are fine and well-tailed, which obviously takes a lot of thought.

"snort!"

A Nan was a little dissatisfied.

"Sister Ayin is so biased!"

"I made one for you, too."

"whee."

A Nan changed her face instantly and smiled happily, "Thank you Sister Ayin, I know you are the best for me!"

At this time.

The old man walked in from the outside with a fish basket on his back.

In the past, when he saw Gu Han, he would always talk about the betrothal gift for a while. Later, Gu Han even got used to it. If he didn't listen for a day, he always felt that something was missing. But today the old man was a little abnormal. Not only did he not say anything, he didn't even say a word.

Put down the fish basket.

He sat on a wooden pier and looked at the witch lovingly.

"Ayin."

"Today, it's the last time my grandfather caught you fish."

Hearing words.

A trace of pale suddenly appeared on the witch's face.

This day.

Still coming?

"Why?"

On the contrary, A Nan didn't understand a little and asked.

The old man sighed.

"Grandpa, I'm leaving."

Those who die of death will feel that their deadline is coming, and he is no exception.

Over the years.

With the secret help of the witch and Gu Han, although he did not have the qualifications to practice, he would not have any illness and was strong and healthy. However, he could not change his lifespan. A powerful man like Fu Dahai had no choice but to rely on the fruit of longevity, let alone a mortal?

"Walk?"

A Nan didn't understand a little.

“Where to go?”

The old man smiled, but did not answer, but looked at Gu Han.

"How long have you been to Wang Village?"

“It’s been over nine years.”

Gu Han's tone was a little low.

He had experienced it himself, and no one knew better than him that life expectancy was approaching but helpless.

"Nine years."

The witch whispered: "Seven months and three days."

"Ayin, this kid."

The old man seemed to be trapped in memories.

"I have been in a miserable life since I was a child. My parents have long disappeared. I have a serious illness again and I almost lost my life. In the past, I was a bad old man who could take care of her, but now I am leaving... Who will take care of her in the future..."

Gu Han's expression was dazed for a moment.

On that day.

In that illusion.

This is what Mo Chenyin said when she was dying.

Actually, A Yuan is good.

It’s fine with the sound of the ink dust.
To be continued...