It wasn't until the sunset that the closed door opened.
He came out of the door, looked at the red sky over the square, and walked slowly down the stairs.
As soon as he stopped walking, he noticed the smell of thick smoke in the air.
He couldn't help but frown, and looked around with cold eyes, but found nothing wrong.
In the air, a wisp of green smoke floated from the direction of the apse.
Lian took one look and knew that the thick smoke was coming from behind.
Without any time to think, he waved his sleeves and flew out to the direction of the apse.
When he appeared there and saw thick black smoke coming out of the room at the side hall, his expression suddenly changed.
Qingyin, Qingyin!
Almost in the blink of an eye, Lian had already flown into the side hall where smoke was rising.
The room was filled with black smoke, making it impossible to see clearly what was going on inside.
"Qingyin, Qingyin!" Lian panicked, looking for that small figure in the thick smoke.
Soon, a soft voice came from the innermost position, "Master, ahem... my disciple is here!"
Flushing her sleeves and passing through the thick smoke in the air, Lian saw the little man in front of the stove, covered in black dust and unkempt hair.
In her hand, she still held the firewood she was about to add to the stove.
"What are you doing?!" Lian asked coldly with a hint of anger in her tone.
"I..." Qingyin blinked, looking at the warmth and anger in the master's eyes, her nose suddenly became sore.
She sniffed and said: "My disciple saw that it was getting very late, and the master must be hungry after meditating for a long time. So, I am cooking for the master."
It's a pity that she can't cook at all.
Even the location of the kitchen took a long time to find.
Seeing the dust here, she cleaned it for several hours before cleaning it up.
She learned the cleaning job under the coercion of her aunt, but when it came to cooking, she didn't know how to do it.
Even when lighting a fire, she struggled for a while before lighting it.
Seeing that the house was blackened, Qingyin realized that she had gotten into a big trouble.
The fire wasn't lit and it almost burned down the house.
Lian looked at her complicatedly and said nothing.
Qingyin thought that the master was really angry, so she was so frightened that she quickly threw away the firewood in her hand, rushed towards her in panic, knelt down on the ground, and tightly grasped Lian's sleeves with her hands, "Master, I know I was wrong, please don't
Angry! You can scold me or punish me however you want, just don’t let me go!"
Lowering his eyes and looking at the fear on that little face, with the clear black and white eyes shining brightly, Lian couldn't help but sigh slightly, bent down and helped her up, "I will never abandon you! You
Get up."
Hearing Qingyin, I was both surprised and happy.
After standing up, she still asked worriedly, "My disciple almost burned down this palace. Master is really not angry? Will he not want me?"
Although they had only been together for one day, Kelian had already figured out this girl's temperament.
Although her talent is stronger than anyone else, in the end she is just a piece of uncarved jade.
After opening his heavenly eyes and witnessing her life experience with his own eyes, Lian knew that she was a lonely person just like him.
She lacks security, lacks care, and lacks too much lost family affection.
"As a teacher, I won't be angry." Lian smiled slightly, her smile was unparalleled.
The master laughed!
Does this mean that the master is really not angry? Qingyin thought.
Lian stretched out her slender jade-like hands, held up Qingyin's little face, and gently wiped the stains on her face with her sleeves, "If you are hungry, just tell me. I will do it for you."