The big-name husband has played too much: the poisonous pet, the good girl

"Don't you know by touching it yourself?"

Murong Jue smiled lowly, pulled An Ying to his side, and carefully looked at her familiar face.

Really, it's exactly the same as Yiqin, but it doesn't have the unique coolness of little things.

After all, it's not the same person, and it just feels different to him.

"I'm not Brother Cricket, call me Brother Jue, Yingying."

Murong Jue pulled An Ying to sit beside him in a familiar way, and couldn't help but shed tears in his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Why is the big man crying?

Tian Junhao stood up, turned around and walked towards the window, giving Murong Jue a space to vent his emotions.

When he saw An Ying for the first time, he also wanted to cry. It was an expression of true feelings that had been accumulated for 500 years.

"Seeing you, I remembered my little things." Murong Jue immediately smiled evilly, and wanted to give her a gift, but unfortunately he was empty-handed and couldn't find any big gifts.

An Ying was the best at observing words and expressions, seeing his mood changing, she obediently called out: "Brother Jue, don't cry."

She even took out a tissue from her pocket and handed it to him: "Brother Jue, don't cry."

"small thing……"

When Murongjue heard that her brother Hanjue was not crying, he hugged her in his arms and said angrily:

"How can you lie to me, say it's fun for a month, and then disappear completely."

"What are you talking about, brother Jue?"

An Ying really wanted to push him, he was the second man to hug her, Hao would be angry if he saw him.

"Little thing..." He softly called Yi Qin's name, tears welling in his eyes.

However, after a while, he suppressed all his emotions, let her go, and said with a smile: "Yingying, from now on, I will be your big brother, remember."

In the evening, An Ying fell asleep early because of airsickness.

Tian Junhao and Murong Jue were sitting in the living room.

"Are you really okay? Are your injuries healed?"

Tian Junhao was a little worried, and wanted to check on Murong Jue's injuries, but he deliberately avoided it.

There was silence for a while. [

Only then said: "The skill is not as good as before, I guess I will decline before I get old, haha, it's okay, I am always immortal."

Murong Jue laughed at himself.

Both he and Tian Junhao's cultivation base have reached the top level, and they have immortality.