After 600 years of sword sacrifice, my aunt returned to the world

Chapter 115 There Will Only Be Him

The picture of Mu Yun Qiandeng is complicated, and Shu Nong carefully draws down the details, touching the paper with the tip of his nose lightly.

And Yan Changan is much simpler.

He drew a sword.

Shu Nong took the time to look up and found that he had painted the blue light on the lamp paper.

It's not that Yan Chang'an can't, it's just that he's not interested in putting up lamps or painting. Shu Nong has to do both, so he follows suit.

This is also in line with his temperament.

Shu Nong pursed his lips and smiled.

A simple picture of Mu Yunqiandeng was completed under Shu Nong's hands. The lamp vendor came over to take a look. He didn't know Shu Nong, and he had never seen the real picture of Muyun Qiandeng. Strong painting skills.

Compared with those who buy materials and go home or do it at the inn, the sense of participation in this kind of stall sales is actually not very strong, mainly just the step of painting and inscriptions.

When Liu Xubai and Liu Xubai came here to light the lanterns in the past, Shu Nong wrote down three wishes: one wished for the destruction of the demon clan, two wished for relatives and friends to be safe in Chang'an, and three wished to be with the beloved by his side forever.

But now that 600 years have passed, Shu Nong has long lost the longing and anticipation that she had when she wrote down those three wishes. She turned her wrist slightly and only wrote two large characters on the paper.

peace.

Shu Nong carefully pressed the lantern paper, and handed it to the vendor after the ink was dry.

Standing in front of Yan Chang'an, she took advantage of the time to pass the lamp paper and turned to glance at Yan Chang'an's wish.

He wrote a lot in an eloquent manner, too many words, Shu Nong suddenly stopped peeking, and chuckled secretly, laughing secretly that he was still a kid who was curious about making wishes.

Yan Chang'an sensitively sensed her gaze, paused his hand, and turned the lamp paper down.

Shu Nong suddenly became interested in his behavior, moved half a step to the left to make room for him, approached him with a smile and asked, "What did you write?"

Yan Changan pursed his lips and did not answer.

Shu Nong smiled and rolled his eyes: "Will it be related to me?"

Yan Changan turned his face away, his voice was stiff: "...No."

Shu Nong snorted twice, obviously not believing it, but he didn't continue to shake Yan Changan, and turned to wash the ink stains by the iron basin prepared by the vendor.

Yan Changan heaved a sigh of relief.

The vendor took his lamp paper, smiled kindly, and casually said something flattering: "The relationship between Xianjun and Madam is really good."

"..."

Yan Chang'an lowered his eyes, watched the vendor carefully pave his painting, and let out a low "hmm".

He lowered his head, took out two mid-grade spirit stones from the storage bag at his waist, and placed them lightly on the vendor.

The value of two medium-grade spirit stones is far greater than two paper lamps. The vendor immediately smiled and took the spirit stones on the case beamingly. Qin and Se and Ming..."

Yan Chang'an accepted them one by one.

Why is it not a good relationship?

The blue light in the storage space seemed a little restless, Yan Changan turned around and walked towards the cleansing place, and used his spiritual power to appease the blue light.

If you would pull the other party's hair without avoiding suspicion, what kind of relationship could it be besides your relatives?

Yan Changan looked at Shu Nong's back, her hands were clean and free, so she began to dislike his hair tie for not being well tied, took off the hairband, took out the silver hairpin, and looked at the reflection in the water, With the help of a hair tie, I pulled a simple and beautiful bun for myself again.

Yan Chang'an couldn't understand Shu Nong's mind, he didn't understand the reason why Shu Nong indulged himself to get close to her, and even took the initiative to give him this opportunity.

But—it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter.

As long as he is the master of blue light, he is the only one who can get close to her like this.

(End of this chapter)