The sunset falls into the horizon.

The sky is getting darker.

Xiaoluding changed into milky white pajamas and lay in the luxurious tent angrily.

She tossed and turned, tossed and turned until the wrapped silk quilt had been wrapped around her, like a cocooned silkworm. Then she "struggled" to the entrance of the tent and opened the curtain.

In the moonlight, the boy with disheveled hair was still looking into the distance. There was wine beside him, and there was a bonfire that had not been completely extinguished. The sword of the hundred battles was inserted obliquely on the ground beside the bonfire, reflecting a dark red luster.

The boy's body was leisurely backwards, leaning against the cold stone, as if he was snoring slightly, as if he was asleep.

I would rather sleep outside than go into the tent!

Is this bad?

Xiao Luding clenched her fists, and her anger made her nails sink deep into her flesh, and she didn't even notice it.

Soon, she calmed down.

Smile for a moment.

[Ning Mengzhen, female, 16, listen to the daughter of the Chaojian Sect leader. He has been fond of poetry, songs and essays since he was a child. He lost his power to the sect leader at the age of seven. He abandoned literature and followed martial arts. He then immersed in martial arts for nearly ten years, and finally achieved a small success in the True Yuan realm, and is worthy of being a genius!

During a trip to Bikong City, I met the Holy Son and fell in love at first sight. Then I started to learn cooking. In less than two years, I could actually cook the rice. Although I occasionally confused salt and sugar, the Holy Son loves to eat what he cooks, which shows that he is indeed extraordinary!]

"Um..."

The little furnace and tripod were thinking about it again and again.

Again and again, again and again, sixty and eighty and ninety...

She really couldn't say that she was excellent against her conscience.

Sure enough, I'm that bad.

But...

A cold light flashed in Ning Mengzhen's eyes.

"Don't bully a girl poor. Thirty years from the east, thirty years from the river... one day."

Make a pause.

"One, two, three... The small success is the big success, the big success is the peak, the peak is perfect, and the perfect person cannot beat the Holy Son, and Tianyuan's one was also cut to death by the Holy Son...

Forget it? I'm still poor after thirty years.

Just bully it, I will lie down and don’t resist, maybe it’s more comfortable.”

The little furnace gave up resistance from the bottom of his heart.

"Hey... it's all your fault. Why did you have a perfect state? It would be great if you didn't know how to do martial arts."

Sighing.

He lay in front of the tent and glanced at the Holy Son under the bonfire.

She crawled into the silk quilt like an air bag.

After covering for a while, I still couldn't sleep.

A cold light flashed in my eyes.

She tiptoed out of the tent.

The wind blows.

“So cold…”

Ning Mengzhen hurriedly tightened her pajamas, put on her slippers prepared early, and ran to the bonfire that had been turned into embers.

Looking at Xia Ji, who was sleeping soundly with his head tilted.

She thought for a moment.

He decided to approach him shamelessly.

I sat for a few breaths.

Ning Mengzhen decided to move slightly to Xia Ji one millimeter.

Carefully reconnaissed.

Xia Ji didn't move.

The small furnace moved quietly for a millimeter.

After moving this for twenty times, she finally leaned on the boy's left shoulder, leaned her head and leaned against the shoulder, as if she had peace of mind.

Just a furnace and a cauldron, there is nothing wrong with it.

Looking up, it was the sky in the middle of the bright moon, the clear light was like water, and the two people overflowed over the top of the mountain.

Xia Ji realized that his shoulders were a little too heavy, so he opened his eyes and turned his head.

I saw Xiao Luding drooling and his clothes on his shoulders were soaked.

Xia Ji shook his shoulders.

Ning Meng really doesn't wake up.

Shake again.

The little furnace and tripod opened his eyes in a daze.

Ning Mengzhen's eyes met, and suddenly blushed, but felt the force as if driving him away from his shoulder.

She was angry again.

Even if I’m very bad, so what!

Even if I am lazy, unlucky, have no money, have low understanding, have poor martial arts skills, and are not delicious in cooking, so what!!

She held her breath and leaned against her shoulder, as if it was her territory.

Xia Ji had no choice but to move aside.

Ning Meng really sneered in her heart. Do you think this way can get rid of this palace?

She followed like a shadow, almost as Xia Ji moved, she moved immediately.

Before they knew it, the two of them actually circled around the big black stone.

Xia Ji turned his head and glared at the petite girl beside him.

Ning Meng was really not willing to be outdone, so she glared back.

After glaring once, glaring for the second time, glaring for the third time, her eyes could actually be widened three times.

This is not the degree of one plus one plus one, but a cube of one!

Xia Ji laughed, he stopped moving.

The little furnace tripod seemed to have won, making silent cheers and then occupied her shoulders.

The moonlight is like water.

Xia Ji thought it was amazing.

This is a real atmosphere, and there are real people around him, flesh and blood. All of this reminds him that traveling through time is not his dream. He quietly experiences the world he once longed for in his previous life.

The past life has gone further and further away, farther away, and a little bit yellowed like old photos.

He is the fake son of the Holy Gate, working hard under the urgency.

But the True Saint's Cauldron is so attached to him.

Both of them were silent.

Xia Ji suddenly spoke: "Ning Mengzhen."

“Hey.”

"How much do you know about me?"

Xiaoluding was about to say, "You are the Holy Son of the Holy Sect...", but for some reason, blessings reached the heart, and he didn't say this sentence.

After a brief silence.

Ning Mengzhen slowly said in a tone that was very different from usual: "I don't need to know you. Whether you are a saint, a beggar, a peerless master, or an ordinary citizen, it doesn't matter."

She tightened her body again, stretched out her arm and held it on her arm, and said softly: "Because, you are the one I like."

Xiao Luding didn't know how she could say such a skillful thing, but she just said it.

Maybe this is true love?

Well... no, it seems like I went to Bikong City to buy big meat buns. I heard it from the next drama troupe, so she changed a few words.

It's really not something you can say.

Xia Ji said lightly: "If one day you find out that I am not the Holy Son of the Holy Sect..."

"I said, it's okay. It's so cold outside... Let's go to bed in the tent."
To be continued...