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

Yan Chang'an probably chose the sour one on purpose, as soon as he opened the paper bag and put it in Shu Nong's hand, a sour smell rushed into her nose.

Shu Nong seemed a little interested, shook the plums in the paper bag, twisted two and put them in his mouth.

It's a pity that her sense of taste is really not very good, no matter how strong the sour taste reaches her mouth, there are only a few sporadic ones left.

She casually bit the flesh in her mouth, Yan Chang'an was bathed in the moonlight, his whole face was hidden under the shadow of leaves, his dim eyes fixed on Shu Nong's face, and he refused to let go of her face A slight change in expression.

The breeze swayed slightly, while Shu Nong chewed the plums, he casually touched the withered Cangyuan flowers.

This is a phenomenon caused by Qingguang's birth. All the Cangyuan flowers that lived on the spiritual power of Cangyuan Mountain withered, and the birds and beasts that escaped had gradually returned, but the Cangyuan flowers probably would take a while to recover.

At this moment, she has got her revenge, and she has nothing else to worry about. She is a bit leisurely, shaking her toes casually, and tilting her head to order Yan Changan to pour a glass of water, but she suddenly bumps into his dark eyes.

Shu Nong scratched his hands in the paper bag, blinked, frowned slightly, and looked at Yan Chang'an uncertainly: "You, what's the matter?"

Yan Chang'an approached in silence, leaning slightly: "Hair is loose."

Shu Nong raised her hand to touch it, but it was true, without using much force, the hair tie was easily torn off, and she indifferently threw the hair tie on the low stool where the cakes were placed: "If it's loose, let it loose, Anyway, no one is here at this time.”

Yan Changan pursed his lips slightly and frowned slightly, as if he hesitated to speak.

Shu Nong saw the changes in his expression, chuckled, sat up, shook his head, and the hair on his head fluttered with her movements.

"Do you mind?" She smiled, her eyebrows curved, she shook her head again, threw two sour plums into her mouth, and raised her chin towards the white hairband on the low stool, "If you mind, come here tie."

Yan Changan's fingers hanging by his side moved, Shu Nong's smiling eyes reflected in his eyes, he seemed to be in a daze for a moment, then lowered his eyes again, staring at her fingertips stained with sour plum skin: "...not suitable rule."

Pulling her hair was too intimate.

"What's against the rules? Ah—" Shu Nong paused for a moment, then came to his senses, a teasing smile appeared on his face, intending to tease him, "But I and the Qingguang Sword are one, you have to clean the sword every few days Body, is it in compliance with the rules?"

Yan Chang'an raised his eyes suddenly, and bumped into her smiling eyes, moved his fingers slightly, unexpectedly did not show the slightest bit of embarrassment, just leaned over to pick up the two hair ties on the low stool, and approached Shu Nong.

The hair was gently grabbed, Shu Nong's body stiffened, and after a while, he relaxed again.

Anyway, the two of them have to be tied together from now on, caring about what to do.

She grabbed a handful of plums and threw them into her mouth.

Yan Chang'an stumbled and managed to tie her hair back up. Just after he breathed a sigh of relief, Shu Nong turned to look at him and shook his head. The hair that had been tied just now became loose again.

Yan Changan was startled, and subconsciously grabbed her loose hair, Shu Nong turned his head slightly, estimated the shape of his hair at the moment, glanced at him, and said with a smile: "That's it, anyway, it's dark, and there are no people around. , talk about it tomorrow."

Yan Changan gave a low "hmm", stepped back slightly, and asked her again: "Are you unhappy tonight?"

"Huh?" Shu Nong was puzzled for a moment, then smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, "No, what's wrong with me?"

Yan Chang'an pursed his lips for a moment of silence, stared at her for a while, Shu Nong's eyelashes trembled, and suddenly he felt a little hairy. After thinking for a moment, he reached out to touch his brow.

Yan Chang'an raised his hand, stopped Shu Nong's movements, grabbed her outstretched hand, took out a letter from his bosom, and gently put it into her hand.

Shu Nong grabbed the thin letter in his hand: "What is this?"

Yan Changan watched her open the envelope, and said softly, "Love letter."

"..."

Shu Nong's hands stopped, and he shrank his neck a little guilty, embarrassed to see Yan Chang'an's face, he lowered his eyes and opened the letter paper.

"When I first saw Wutong Mountain with you, I played with you and stayed with you day and night. To this day, my love has grown."

Shu Nong's hand trembled, Yan Changan squatted down, stretched out his hand to grab her cold wrist, and looked up at her slightly: "Did you see it in the illusion?"

Shu Nong's body shook.

Her eyelashes trembled so much that she didn't need to look at Yan Changan's face anymore. At this moment, under such an atmosphere, she thought with her toes, and she knew what Yan Changan was asking.

What else can she see? !

Isn't it the illusion that the illusion created according to his will in order to keep him, the picture of Shu Yue calling his brother-in-law, who is happy and happy?
She coughed lightly: "...what do you see?"

Yan Changan was silent for a moment, but the strength of his grip on her wrist suddenly became a little stronger.

"Lu Wangyi showed me a story book before." Yan Chang'an whispered, his voice was a little tense, causing Shu Nong to feel a little uneasy, "There is a female fairy in it, who plays games in the world, and loves those who are handsome To play tricks on them, to seduce those men with deep affection, all of them must be her, but she has never given her sincerity, and she is just playing with these men."

"Shu Nong." Yan Chang'an pulled her wrist slightly, so that she had to look directly into his fiery eyes.

He stared into her eyes: "have you been playing with me for the past two months?"

"Cough—" Shu Nong was slightly startled, choked slightly, a few traces of panic flashed across his face, which was keenly captured by Yan Changan.

Shu Nong pursed his lips and gave a guilty smile, then turned away from his gaze: "Isn't that what we agreed on before? You cooperate with me to act—"

"I never said that."

Yan Changan interrupted her, "I didn't say what I was going to act in."

Shu Nong was strangely silent for a moment, raised his eyes and pulled his wrist, raised his chin, not weak: "Then why are you cooperating so much these past two months?"

Yan Changan approached her, he could even smell the faint sour smell of plums in her breath, Shu Nong didn't move, watching him approaching, looking at him thoughtfully.

"The pastry is made, the love letter is written, and just now, the hair is also combed." Yan Chang'an's eyes lingered on her face, "How can I let you just walk away? I—"

Shu Nong made a sudden move, broke free from his palm, and pointed his cold fingertips between his eyebrows.

Yan Chang'an looked slightly stunned, and after a while, silently withdrew the hand that was trying to grab Shu Nong again, with a complicated look on his face.

Shu Nong stretched out his hand, stuffed a handful of plums into his mouth in retaliation, and snorted, "Are you sober?"

Yan Chang'an couldn't dodge in time, subconsciously opened his mouth to hold the thing, and the pungent sour taste immediately permeated the whole mouth.

He frowned immediately, but with Guan Shunong's expression on, he didn't dare to spit it out, he could only chew and swallow the fruit pulp with a bitter face, and his voice was astringent: "Mmm. I just now—"

He paused, and recalled his actions just now: ".Have you got a demon?"